I, Yang Jian, devour billions of systems

After getting rid of the two troublesome little ghosts, Yang Xuan finally went up to the second floor smoothly.

The purpose of his trip was very simple. First, he had a look at the environment in the North District and prepared for his future transfer to the North District.

Secondly, I also want to see what kind of level the ten prefecture-level system supernatural beings I selected are like.

It would be fine if he did a lot of evil, Yang Xuan would not show any kindness.

But if he is an upright person, Yang Xuan is not willing to steal favors from others.

Among the prisoners in the North District, Yang Xuan's favorite is the strongest soldier king system.

This system can be said to be an enhanced version of the special forces system, with a huge increase in various capabilities, and it can also be exchanged for some future weapons.

According to the number marked on the information, Yang Xuan found a prison cell on the edge of the second floor.

Before entering the door, he heard muffled noises from inside. Yang Xuan poked his head out and saw a strong young man in a camouflage vest hitting the wall with his bare hands.

The cells of Infernal Prison are all made of extremely strong bluestone and concrete, the texture is extremely hard, and the surface is uneven.

The young man in hardcover moved left and right, his footsteps changed a lot, his fists were like guns, and he bombarded the wall one after another, making muffled noises.

The sound of bones and stones colliding makes one's scalp tingle.

Yang Xuan coughed lightly, strode into the cell, and smiled at the strong young man:

"Wang Renhai, who used to be the captain of the Fifth Special Battalion of the Hai-Australia Army, was imprisoned in the Infernal Prison because he accidentally killed a team member in a martial arts competition. He has five years left in his sentence."

Looking up and down at the young man named Wang Renhai, Yang Xuan's eyes were full of approval.

Wang Renhai was less than thirty years old, with a cropped cropped head, thin cheeks, piercing eyes, bulging muscles, and no trace of excess fat on his body.

Just standing there, a brave and resolute masculinity of a soldier rushed towards his face, making Yang Xuan nod repeatedly.

"Who are you, don't you know how to knock before entering the door!"

Seeing Yang Xuan enter the door hastily, Wang Renhai stopped immediately, frowned and looked at Yang Xuan, and said with a stern expression.

"Feel sorry."

Yang Xuan apologized with a smile, then exited the door and knocked lightly on the gate twice.

"Captain Wang, may I come in?"

"Please come in."

After getting Wang Renhai's permission, Yang Xuan walked into the room calmly, came to Wang Renhai, took out the cigarette case, and handed him a fairy grass cigarette.

Seeing the corner of Xiancaoyan's mouth trembling, Wang Renhai pursed his lips and shook his head, rejecting Yang Xuan's kindness.

But although he refused, Wang Renhai's eyes were always fixed on the fairy grass cigarette.

Wang Renhai was imprisoned for ten years, and spent all of his karma points saved in the previous five years, and now he can't even afford a cigarette of fairy grass.

Seeing Wang Renhai's refusal, Yang Xuan couldn't force himself to light a cigarette of fairy grass in front of him.

"With your prefecture-level soldier king system and your strength in the early stage of leaving the body, how could you kill your teammates by mistake?"

Yang Xuan was short on time, and there were still a few people who would visit later, so he asked straight to the point.

Hearing Yang Xuan's question, Wang Renhai frowned, and looked at the ground in a daze, obviously remembering the scene at that time.

After a few breaths, Wang Renhai waved his hand very unhappy, and said in a deep voice.

"Are you sent by Huangfuxiong? Why do you ask these questions?"

As soon as he heard Huangfuxiong's name, Yang Xuan immediately thought of the organizer of the prisoner contest, the all-powerful little prince of Hai'ao.

Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "I don't know Huangfuxiong, so I'm just curious. I just feel a little strange. You shouldn't make such a low-level mistake in your realm."

Yang Xuan's gaze was very sincere. After Wang Renhai stared at him for a while, he said in a deep voice:
"What's so strange about this? A martial arts competition is also a battlefield, and it is inevitable to accidentally injure teammates. Since I violated the military regulations, I am willing to be punished!"

Wang Renhai's words were sonorous and powerful, but Yang Xuan saw a trace of unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

"Dare to act, it's not bad."

Yang Xuan nodded in satisfaction. This Wang Renhai is indeed a good seedling. If he cultivates it carefully, his future achievements will be astonishing.

"What are your plans after going out?" Yang Xuan asked curiously.

Hearing Yang Xuan's words, Wang Renhai pursed his lips and fell into deep thought. After a while, he gave a wry smile and replied:
"I don't know if I can get out alive. Why do you think so much? Why are you looking for me?"

Wang Renhai looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously.

It's just that Yang Xuan's behavior is too weird. It's too strange that a prisoner from the southern district actually came to the northern district to chat with him, isn't it?
Yang Xuan smiled calmly, looked up at the clock on the wall, and said with a smile:

"I heard that you also participated in the Prisoner Contest. I am here this time just to touch your bottom, and there is no other meaning."

Yang Xuan answered very frankly, but he didn't tell the truth what he really thought.

Yang Xuan has a deep understanding of how rare it is to have supernatural powers in a prefecture-level system.

If you want to establish your own power, a master is indispensable, it is impossible to let him do everything, that would be too hard.

Yang Xuan has already thought about the structure of his power. First of all, there must be a few masters to support the facade, and the bottom people are cultivated by himself. With the blessing of spiritual veins, he can cultivate a hundred or ten mysterious-level supernatural powers in a short period of time. .

Seeing that Wang Renhai's character is not bad, Yang Xuan already has the willingness to absorb, and the next step is to use the resources at hand to negotiate with Huangfuzhen.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan finally showed a smile, said goodbye to Wang Renhai, then got up and walked out of the cell, leaving only Wang Renhai scratching his head in doubt.

Seeing the strong man he most wanted to be under his command, Yang Xuan was in a good mood, and after going out, he rushed to another cell.

With more than half an hour left, Yang Xuan couldn't help speeding up his pace.

The next thing he wants to visit is a strong man with an earth-level medicine refining system, which is inevitable for Yang Xuan.

With the prefecture-level refining system, the quality of Xiancaoyan will be greatly improved, and the speed of the rise of Fuxing Xiancao will be even faster.

But just as Yang Xuan confidently walked to the door of that person's cell, before entering the door, he heard bursts of ear-piercing screams!
"Bai Lao, I beg you to let me go, I really can't hold on anymore!"

Accompanied by shrill screams and a very rhythmic crash, Yang Xuan couldn't help frowning.

The prison door was closed tightly, and the bed sheet was still on the door, so Yang Xuan couldn't see clearly what happened inside.

He could only tell from the figure reflected on the bed sheet that there were two people in the cell, and they were entangled with each other at this moment.

"Bai Lao, stop quickly, stop quickly!"

A man's rough voice came out, and Yang Xuan shook his head in embarrassment. He had already guessed roughly what happened inside.

"Little brat, I'll let you try my new medicine to see if it will embarrass you. This is a good thing tailored for the little prince. If you don't want to try it, go away and return the karma points to me!"

An old voice yelled angrily, and then the cell became silent for an instant, only the very rhythmic crashing sound still resounding.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Yang Xuan's heart turned cold, and he immediately turned and walked to the next cell.

But just when Yang Xuan turned around, he saw a girl in a black gothic dress holding a black umbrella standing in front of him.

"The little brother from the South District came to the North District, why didn't he come to say hello to him? Didn't Cui Han teach you the rules?"

Although the girl was smiling, her eyes were extremely cold, and she asked Yang Xuan sternly!