Chapter 78: Dragon Head

In the late Qing Dynasty, Guo Yunshen practiced Xingyi Wuxingquan in prison. Since his hands and feet were shackled, he only took half a step when punching, creating the famous half-step Bengquan. Today's Zhang Jun moves with small steps, but he is also powerful and invincible.

However, his movement at this time is using the moving handle in his mind. The seemingly simple footwork actually contains mystery. At the same time, in cooperation with the marching force, he smashed the handle and rushed towards the other four people.

"Puff!" There was no sound for a few times, and the rest of the people couldn't even see the figure of others clearly, and they were thrown flying, and fell to the ground humming, unable to move.

He looked down at the five people on the ground, and said coldly: "If you give me a killing blow, you have to be capable."

The sound inside alarmed the guards outside, and several prison guards rushed in. They were not surprised by the opening in front of them, and they seemed to encounter such things often. One of the black-faced men in their fifties came over, stared at Zhang Jun and said, "Boy, if you do something twice, you don't know how many days you can last."

Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you say that?"

The black-faced man said: "Originally, you are only an undecided prisoner in No. 4 prison, and you are a prisoner. The theory is that you can't be locked up with those old prisoners. But you dare to beat the prison guards, and you are too dangerous. We can only detain you. Send it in."

Zhang Jun sneered, and said, "Whatever, I'd like to see how many real dragons this No. 4 prison can catch."

"Okay, kind!" The black-faced man gave a thumbs up, "I hope you can come out alive."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and ordered, "Send him to the compound."

This is indeed a "big courtyard", a huge courtyard with rows of houses built in it. In addition, there are gardens, boiling water rooms, bathing rooms, and even basketball courts and movie theaters.

If someone came here, most likely they would regard this place as a small town with good infrastructure. It's just that the people living here are not ordinary residents, but extremely dangerous prisoners.

Zhang Jun first walked through a 100-meter-long tunnel, passed through twelve iron fences inside, and then walked through a half-foot-thick steel door and entered the "big courtyard".

After entering the compound, he thought he had come to the wrong place. The inside of No. 4 Prison actually looked like this?

He saw more than a dozen figures swaying in the distance. Among them were old people and young people, who were vigorously wielding their pickaxes to plow a vegetable field, and some were watering with water basins. These people seemed to have noticed the arrival of Zhang Jun, a newcomer, but they didn't show any sign, and they still went about their own business.

Looking around, the compound is surrounded by a wall that is as high as 30 meters away, and the wall is extremely smooth. On the high wall, there is a tower built every ten meters, and there are prison guards with live ammunition on it. Moreover, dense high-voltage electricity is installed on the high wall.

He was secretly surprised, being locked up in this place, it was almost impossible to fly, and he couldn't even think of escaping.

After observing for a while, the tweeter on a telegraph pole next to him uttered: "Prisoner Zhang Jun, your code name is 4137. Cell 313 is where you will live and live in the future."

After the words fell, a red dot appeared under his feet and moved forward. He looked up to see a prison guard on the tower pointing him the way with a laser from a sniper rifle. He nodded, followed the red dots on the ground and walked forward, and soon came to a row of houses.

In front of him is a door with the number 313 written on it, which is obviously the cell where he will live. Just as he was about to open the door and enter, a man in his thirties and forties came by, with green skin and a bald head, and wolf-like eyes, which seemed to be blood red, which made people startled.

"Newcomer, Longtou wants to see you." Baldhead said, his voice was cold.

Zhang Jun asked: "Who is the leader?"

The bald head said: "The dragon head is the god in the compound, who holds the power of life and death. If he says a word, you will die."

Zhang Jun nodded: "I'll go."

With a bald head leading the way, the two walked along the long cell until they reached cell 001. The door was open, and there were more than a dozen people standing scattered on the left and right sides, each with indifferent eyes, staring at Zhang Jun as if they were dead, without saying a word.

The bald head said: "You can go in, the dragon head is inside."

Zhang Jun was about to move forward, but at this moment, a middle-aged prisoner who was less than one meter away from him suddenly moved. With a flash of cold light, he held a dagger and stabbed fiercely at Zhang Jun's back. This blow was ruthless, fast and accurate, just like a well-trained killer.

The shackles on Zhang Jun's body had all been removed, so when he moved, he dodged aside, and then punched out. This blow is simple and direct, as fast as lightning, it is the evolution of the Tai Chi Hammer style.

The sneak attacker didn't react too slowly, and if he failed in one blow, he immediately backed away, standing ten meters away and looking at Zhang Jun coldly.

Zhang Jun snorted coldly and stepped over the threshold. He somewhat understood that the person just now was probably testing himself. If he couldn't escape the sneak attack, he would naturally be dead, and he wouldn't even have the qualification to enter the door.

After entering the door, I saw a big man two meters away, with muscles on his body and eyes like copper bells, blocking the way.

Zhang Jun sighed, knowing that this was probably another temptation, he put on the air of Zhenwu Muquan and prepared to fight. Unexpectedly, at this time, a sigh came from a distance, and an old and powerful voice said: "Big guy, he has a real martial arts airs, you can't beat him, let him come over."

The big man then turned sideways, and Zhang Jun saw the scene behind him. On a wooden bed sat an old man who was at least sixty years old, with gray hair, but his eyes were very clear and energetic.

There are more than ten people on the left and right of the old people. There are old people and middle-aged people with different images. They all lower their heads and watch their noses and noses and their hearts.

"Young man, come here." The old man spoke.

As soon as this remark came out, the people on both sides were shocked, the leader hadn't seen a newcomer for many years, how could he pay attention to this young man today? Just because he's good at it?

Zhang Jun walked slowly, and every time he took a step, he felt a strong pressure, which was so great that he couldn't breathe. That momentum emanated from the old man.

However, his pace was getting faster and faster. When he approached within five meters of the old man, an old man on both sides shouted sharply: "When you see the dragon head, why don't you kneel down?"

The other party's sound wave was like a hurricane, shaking Zhang Jun's diaphragm. He couldn't help looking at the old man, only to see that the old man's energy and blood had reached an incredible level.

"Is this old man's cultivation the peak of energy transformation? I am absolutely no match." He thought to himself.

Facing the old man's scolding, his expression remained unchanged, and he said, "I'm sorry, I only kneel to my parents."

A cold light flashed in the old man's eyes, as if he was about to make a move. At this time, the old man on the wooden bed said: "Old Hu, let me ask him a few words."

The old man lowered his head again and stopped looking at Zhang Jun. The leader asked: "I see you have a unique temperament, young man, who are you?"