Chapter 814 The Prisoners on the Fourth Floor

When Han Fei heard that there were no cells on the fourth floor, he was speechless.

So, did Xue Shenqi imprison himself with an unknown and mysterious strong man? Then you are so crazy about music, why do you want to swallow seashells? What if I was robbed?

However, he changed his mind: If he is really that kind of extremely strong person, there is no reason for him to snatch things from a junior like himself. How much do you lose?

After another calculation, if Xue Shenqi wanted to kill him, he would not shut him up in Star Prison. Just find a reason, what way can't you kill yourself? Why send yourself to the fourth floor of the Broken Star Prison.

After figuring it out, Han Fei naturally wasn't afraid anymore, anyway, he wasn't going to let himself die.

Han Fei walked into the barrier without hesitation, seeing that Zhang Teng was confused, so he wondered if this kid had such a big heart? As the warden, I dare not enter the place, you just went in with a smile?

Since he couldn't figure it out, Zhang Teng didn't bother to think about it.

They are all bosses, and no one can afford to mess with them. It wasn't that he was afraid of Thug Academy, but that it was an academy with many legendary stories, which could not be guessed by common sense.

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As soon as Han Fei entered the barrier, he was stunned.

This turned out to be the other side of the space, just like Broken Star, it was built in a secret realm.

Han Fei saw a garden with flowers that exuded all kinds of strange lights, blooming one after another, just like the glowing water plants seen in the Valley of the Thousand Monsters.

At the foot, is a field, with woodland in the distance. As far as the eye can see, there is a large natural open-air vegetable field, a winding river, and a hut beside the river.

In front of the house, there are several square stone platforms, on which some fish skins are scattered.

In front of one of the stone platforms, a middle-aged man with neatly combed hair in gray cloth was writing with a pen in his hand.

This is completely different from the prison Han Fei imagined.

Broken Star Prison, do you call this a prison? Whose prison is so well built?

The man didn't lift his head, he was still writing something seriously. This made Han Fei wonder what to do for a while.

Han Fei pondered: That's a strong man! I can't always go up and say hello: "What are you writing? Let me help you grow your eyes?"

If he really did that, would he slap himself to death?

Han Fei paused for a long time, but saw the man lift his eyelids slightly, glanced at Han Fei, and said casually: "Build the house by yourself, cut the wood by yourself, and cook the vegetables by yourself."

Han Fei: "???"

Han Fei was speechless: Are you so easy-going? He spoke quite softly, without airs at all, and without the slightest coercion of a strong man.

Han Fei couldn't help asking, "Where is the kitchen?"

The man wrote something again, seemed very satisfied with his work, and nodded in admiration. Then, he straightened up and looked at a stone platform by the small river: "There!"

Han Fei glanced over, you call that the kitchen? That is a stone platform... Huh! Wait, what's that on top, a seasoning box?

Han Fei wanted to ask at that time: "Brother, when did you wear it? Why are you so awesome?"

As soon as Han Fei sensed it, he realized, what the hell kind of seasoning was that? They were all kinds of dried spiritual fruits, some of which were indeed ground.

Han Fei thought for a moment and said, "Where is my house?"

The man continued to write without raising his head, "You can do whatever you want! This place is so big and empty."

Han Fei found that his strength was still there. The aura here is also barely strong. In all aspects, he was not suppressed, so he didn't care.

You let me build a house, then I will build it, what are you afraid of?

After a while, the labor force Xia Ritian, dragging a few big trees, ran over quickly. Han Fei split the wood into many pieces casually.

"Duang...Duang..."

"Ding ding ding!"

Han Feizhen built a tree house.

Halfway through the ride, I heard the middle-aged man who wrote: "I'm impatient, I should be more careful in my work. After all, the house is for living in. Just knock a few boards and it's over?"

With a thought in Han Fei's mind, Xia Ritian stopped, and Han Fei couldn't help saying: "Then, build a palace?"

The man smiled faintly: "Bringing up the argument... When doing things, start from small things. Building a house is the same as practicing cultivation. The foundation must be firmly established. Weaknesses in all aspects must be filled. The cultivation and application of combat skills must be closely stitched and rebuilt."

Han Fei's eyelids twitched a few times: Yes, you are a boss, you keep your word. Can't I take it slowly?

Han Fei hadn't figured out this man's way yet, and he always felt weird that he even had to take care of building a house.

Before Han Fei could continue, the man suddenly said, "Contracted spirit beasts don't know how to appreciate them, and they don't have aesthetics. The wood is cracked by it. Do it yourself!"

Han Fei took a breath: "Okay, I'll do it myself."

Xia Ritian was disgusted by others, and Han Fei immediately took it back.

Han Fei thought to himself: Why don't we just build a house? Watch me take a "little wild" out.

Holding a knife, Han Fei began to do it himself, splitting each piece of wood and each pillar into one length and the same size. He took out some materials from the refining world and made a hammer , a pile of nails, a plane, and some carving knives.

Han Fei thought: Anyway, there is nothing left and right, I will set up a "Little Bieye" to scare you to death.

Han Fei cleared a lawn of about 100 square meters, and first surrounded a small yard, surrounded by sharp wooden fences. There is no wind or waves here, no foundation is needed, the ground is directly leveled, and the ground piles are erected.

For a day, Han Fei was building a house while the man was writing without interfering with each other.

When Han Fei built half of the house, the man said lightly, "Let's cook!"

Han Fei: "???"

Before, you need to build a house, but now you want me to cook? Are you using me as a servant?

Han Fei sneered, watching me make a special hot pot, scare you to death.

When Han Fei walked to the stone platform by the river, he found that at some point, there was an extra swallowing seashell.

Just listen to that human said: "The materials are inside, pick and use by yourself."

Han Fei picked up the Tunhai shell, scanned it, and was stunned: "Mist grass, flood dragon? Golden carp? Hunyuan big clam? Three-change golden ginseng?"

At that time, Han Fei was dumbfounded: This, this, this, this is too extravagant, right?

Han Fei took a deep breath and calmly took out the long-tailed golden carp. This carp is not big, only half a meter in size, it should be good for making sweet and sour carp.

As a result, when he took out the thing and looked at it, Han Fei was stunned.

[Name] Eight-tailed golden carp (dead)

[Introduction] A kind of enlightened fish, which can be seen in the special abyss of the sea, has a trace of dragon blood, extremely fast, has the ability to flicker, and the feathers with eight tails can use the profound power of heaven and earth to burst out strange sword sounds. It is not a magic weapon. Unstoppable.

【Level】62

[Quality] Strange (variation)

[contains aura] 58652 points

[Eating effect] Eating it can increase the comprehension by 3 times in a short time

[Collectable] Eight-tailed Feather, One-inch Golden Scale

【absorbable】

"Google!"

Han Fei was dumbfounded.

Level 62?

Mutated creatures in the strange category?

Can enhance savvy by 3 times?

Dragon blood? Is this still a carp?

Han Fei took a breath, and with a thought, he threw out the dragon-like thing. This thing is more than 20 meters, not too big. However, Han Fei was not sure.

After all, this thing has never been eaten! There are also two horns growing on the head, isn't that stuff a big supplement? Will it be the same as deer antler?

The next moment, information appeared in Han Fei's eyes.

【Name】Milong Horn

[Introduction] The sea spirit dragon in the deep sea area has a trace of dragon blood, and its power is extremely powerful. It can reach 5 waves in the tail of the tumbling, and can create an illusion of dragons.

【Level】63

[Quality] Strange (variation)

[contains aura] 48652 points

[Eating effect] Long-term consumption can greatly improve blood gas, strength, flesh and bone strength

【Collectable】Dragon horn, dragon tendon, dragon blood, dragon tooth, dragon scale, dragon vein bone, longan

【absorbable】

"Google!"

Han Fei swallowed his saliva, this cute baby, just use it as a meal?

Han Fei secretly glanced at the middle-aged man who was writing. Who told me it was a prisoner? This is really an uncle. Prisoners can eat this? Prisoner a ball?

Han Fei stood there in a daze. He always felt that he was already extravagant enough at ordinary times, who knew there was more extravagance?

He didn't dare to look at the few leftovers, he just thought that these creatures would be good for him if they were used as materials? He took it to seal the spirit, isn't it fragrant? Why eat it?

Seeing that Han Fei was still in a daze, the man could not help urging: "Hurry up, the meal time is almost here."

"Oh oh oh!"

Han Fei originally wanted to use the materials in the refining world. Thinking about it now, it seems a bit embarrassing, so I won't take it out.

However, Han Fei was puzzled for a long time: I haven't eaten a dragon before! How does this thing work? nerve-wracking.

Han Fei sighed slightly: Forget it, let's make sweet and sour carp first!

Thinking of this, Han Fei put the eight-tailed golden carp on the stone platform, and a top-quality long knife appeared in his hand. After cleaning the carp, he was going to remove the fishy tendons on both sides, and then tilted the knife at a 45-degree angle. Score the fish evenly.

result.

With such a knife down, a spark flashed out.

Han Fei: "???"

Han Fei swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and looked at the top-quality spiritual weapon in his hand. Are there any restrictions on cooking now, even on kitchen utensils?

Han Fei looked at the middle-aged man. Seeing that the latter did not respond, he gritted his teeth and put away the top-quality long knife. He took out the Qiankun Sword.

"Pfft!"

This time, it finally worked.

However, what Han Fei didn't know was that when he took out the Qiankun Sword, the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth curled up into a faint smile.

Just as Han Fei was about to clean it up, he heard the middle-aged man say, "You take care of the tail and scales yourself."

Han Fei's heart skipped a beat: Is it the eight-tailed feather and the one-inch golden scale? He has been paying attention to these two things for a long time, and he is still thinking about how to ask for them?

However, seeing the calm appearance of the middle-aged man, Han Feixin said: Maybe he doesn't care at all.

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