These people were discussing to give Jiang Feng a warning, and suddenly another jailer ran in and said breathlessly: "No...can't move him!"

While speaking, the jailer protected the door of the cell and looked at the people who came first with a nervous look on his face.

"Damn! Yang Yong, are you looking for death? How dare you go against us?"

"No... it's not that I want to go against you, it's this person, you... can't move!" The little prisonman named Yang Yong looked nervous. It was obvious that he was also afraid of the people in front of him.

"Get out! In this earthly hell, there is no one I can't move yet!" The leading jailer kicked Yang Yong away.

Then he opened the prison door, pulled out a steel knife and looked at Jiang Feng fiercely.

"Boy, if you know the image, hand over the Sumeru Ring! Otherwise, I will cut your tongue first!"

While saying that, the man was holding a steel knife and gestured against Jiang Feng's neck.

Jiang Feng directly reached out to hold the steel knife, and his wrist shook, and the steel knife instantly broke into pieces.

The prison leader just now was also knocked out and smashed heavily on the prison fence.

Jiang Feng stood up and looked at the people coldly: "I don't know how to live or die!"

The pressure of the Taoist master instantly covered the entire venue, and the prison guards were instantly scared to death when they saw it.

They knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately: "Give me your life, grandpa, please spare me..."

They couldn't understand why this boy who was locked up had no restrictions on him.

Jiang Feng ignored these guys and looked at Yang Yong: "Are you Kang Ye's person?"

Yang Yong swallowed, nodded and said, "Yes...yes! The villain...ahem..."

Speaking of this, Yang Yong started coughing violently. It felt like a tuberculosis who had been sick for several months.

Jiang Feng frowned, then walked to Yang Yong and slapped the other party's abdomen with a palm.

"puff......"

Yang Yong vomited blood.

When the prison guards next to him saw it, they were so scared that the dead were all emitting their souls.

A prison guard who protected him could be bleeding. Just now, are they still alive?

Yang Yong also screamed bitterly when he vomited blood: My life is over...

But what he didn't expect was that after vomiting blood, he actually felt refreshed.

Even the cough that just now stopped.

"Huh? What's going on?" Yang Yong stood up with a puzzled look on his face and looked at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng said lightly: "The skills you practiced before should be yin and cold. The cold air damages the lung meridian! This causes you to keep getting angry and coughing all year round. And I think you can come to this Earth Hell to do your duty to cure your problem, right? Unfortunately... the medicine is not right!"

"How do you... know?" Yang Yong widened his eyes, looking confused.

"It's very simple. You will know when you coughed just now, your voice was dry and without phlegm! The fire in this earthly fire hell is filled with smoke poison, which not only does not help your lung cold disease, but will also aggravate your condition. I just slapped you with the palm of your palm to attack the cold air in your lung meridian from the inside. Otherwise, within three years, you will be devilish and die!"

Yang Yong knelt on the ground, kowtowed and cried bitterly: "Thank you, sir, thank you!"

I know my own situation best. As Jiang Feng said, the hidden dangers he practiced had long revealed. However, his conditions were limited there, otherwise he would not have applied voluntarily and came to such the most difficult place to work.
Chapter completed!