[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

The steward of the Zhannuyuan took Fengzhen to a washroom, showed him where to live, and asked him to wait here.

When he first came to Zhannuyuan, Fengzhen's eyes were darkened, and he didn't understand the situation here at all.

On the way here, the steward of Dou Nu Yuan didn't mention the situation here to him, while the steward of Zhan Nu Yuan was even more stingy with talking, only said one sentence.

——"Zhan San went out and hasn't returned yet."

go out...

Feng Zhen's heart skipped a beat.

He repeated the words "war slave" silently, and a cluster of fire suddenly ignited in his heart, and his heart was hot.

At dusk, he heard the noise outside, and walked out of the washer.

I saw a group of strong men in armor coming in from outside.

There was a splash of black inexplicable juice on their bodies, and they exuded a strange smell, and these people seemed to be used to it, chatting casually without paying attention.

The leader had a long old scar on his cheek, stretching from the left brow bone to the corner of his mouth.

It can be seen that the injury at that time should be very serious, and there are some signs of eversion of the skin and flesh, which should be caused by a sharp object that is not smooth.

The presence of this scar is so strong that people will unconsciously ignore this person's appearance and remember his ruthless and sinister aura.

The first time Feng Zhen saw him, he confronted that "Zhan San".

Zhan San also saw Fengzhen who was still wearing a Dou Nu jacket.

He threw the long sword in his hand to others, untied his armor in the yard, and stared at Feng Zhen with dark eyes like eagles.

"Who is this?"

"Le Shiyi, it was sent by Dou Nuyuan. I heard that he has great talent. The master ordered you to train him well."

The steward at the side spoke flatly and indifferently.

"Great talent? Dou slave?"

Zhan San grinned, the scar twisted into a curved shape, making his face look even more terrifying.

"In that case, let him go out with us tomorrow."

Zhan San smiled at Feng Zhen, with undisguised malice in his tone.

The steward frowned slightly, but quickly calmed down, turned and left without saying anything.

The other war slaves took off their armor and looked at Fengzhen as it approached.

One of them suddenly pushed Feng Zhen's shoulder. He took it by surprise, intending to push the other side a little bit and make a fool of himself.

Unexpectedly, the other party's feet seemed to grow on the ground, motionless.

"Yo... there are two tricks."

Zhan San pushed the others away and approached.

He is about the same size as Feng Zhen, only slightly taller by a scalp's distance, but there is a huge difference in body shape.

Compared with Le Nu and Dou Nu, Kong Wu's powerful seal of the town seemed immature in front of him.

Even so, Zhan San didn't see the slightest retreat and fear from Feng Zhen, instead he felt like he was evenly matched.

He squinted his eyes, glanced at Feng Zhen's expressionless face, and said, "There is no armor and clothes you can use now, so I can only wrong you to go out with us in this outfit tomorrow."

Feng Zhen didn't care, he just nodded.

Zhan San didn't make things difficult for him, and yelled at the others, "Go, go! Go far away, do what you have to do!"

In this way, Fengzhen spent the first night in the slave house in a faintly isolated environment.

Early the next morning, Zhan San and the others got up early, washed up and had breakfast, and then were fully armed and ready to go.

Feng Zhen followed behind them silently.

This was the first time he had the opportunity to leave the mansion after he had been in this world for so long.

I have been to Le Nu Yuan, Raw Slave Farm, Dou Nu Yuan, and Zhan Nu Yuan, and I only visited these places. I don't know how many places in this mansion have not been seen in Fengzhen.

It can also be seen from this that the area of ​​this mansion must be extremely large.

Starting from the Zhannuyuan, they walked all the way, the road they walked should be a brick and stone path specially set up for them, and it took a quarter of an hour to reach a small gate.

The entrance of this small gate is low, and everyone needs to bend their backs when entering and exiting.

As soon as he went out, Feng Zhen was stunned.

More than once he had imagined the outside world.

He calculated from the area of ​​the mansion, and thought that there should be at least a city outside.

Moreover, it should be a large-scale city.

The streets here will be very spacious, with bustling pedestrians, stalls and hawkers on the side of the road, and foot traders who stop and go, etc., forming a downtown map of the ancient market.

But what I didn't expect was that there was nothing outside, except for the lingering gray mist.

These fogs seem to be conscious, extending to a certain area outside the mansion and then retracting, faintly isolating the mansion.

The war slaves dived into the water like a nimble little fish, without causing any waves in the mist.

No one waited for the closure of the town, and no one reminded him.

Fengzhen didn't have time to think too much, so he stopped behind Zhan Nu, walking as lightly as possible.

The war slave in front of him sensed that he was following, and glanced back at him, without speaking, without stopping, and quickly turned his head back.

They have been on the road for a long time.

It was estimated that it took about half a day to seal the town, and they didn't take a break until they came to an area where the fog was not so thick.

Everyone sat on the ground and drank water to replenish the water lost in the body.

And, as if it was agreed upon, Qiqi ignored the fact that Fengzhen didn't bring anything with him.

Many people secretly looked at Fengzhen.

The same is true for Zhan San, while drinking happily, the eyes behind the water bag are also looking at Fengzhen.

It seems to be waiting to see how far Fengzhen will endure.

The salty porridge in the morning was a bit too salty, and Feng Zhen was also thirsty.

He licked his parched lips, skipped over a group of war slaves, and came to Zhan San without any hesitation, grabbed the water bag from Zhan San's hand, and put it out of his lips.

He opened his mouth, and the sweet water poured from the mouth of the water sac outside his lips and flowed into his mouth, and he swallowed.

How could Zhan San endure it, and shouted: "How courageous!" Amid the astonished eyes of all the Zhan slaves, he struck Feng Zhen's neck with a palm.

Feng Zhen has been paying attention to Zhan San's actions.

He separated the water sac with one hand, and the other hand faced Zhan San's palm without avoiding it.

The war slaves opened their mouths wide, seeing with their own eyes that their leader was actually slapped back two steps by this mere war slave.

And that Dou Nu still stood there without moving.

Zhan San stared at Feng Zhen in amazement, his cheeks twitched a few times, and his scar also moved, "You..."

This person...how could it be Dou Nu?

Dou Nu, Le Nu, and Zhan Nu, each of the three slaves was taught different exercises.

Dou Nu's technique is the most crude and low-level. It can be said that it uses the way of overdrawing the vitality of the body to condense the blood and energy of the whole body, and can have the power to fight against the beast.

Followed by Le Nu.

Although Le Nu's skills are one level higher, they don't have any attack power. The purpose of granting them skills is just to let the master pick them up.

Zhan Nu is different from these two, Zhan Nu's skills are real skills that can enhance strength.

Because, the existence of war slaves has a deep relationship with their masters...

Zhan San turned his footsteps, wanting to test the strength of this slave again, but at this moment, he suddenly heard the shouts of other slaves.

"The monster is coming!"

Zhan San took a deep look at Feng Zhen, turned his head, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and said excitedly, "Little ones! Kill——!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, and the others followed closely behind him.

Feng Zhen took a closer look and found that the monster they were talking about was a black mist.

Or maybe it's not the mist, but some kind of creature wrapped in a black mist.

Because, every time they attack, they can land on the real place of the monster.

Feng Zhen held the dagger and was about to move when he suddenly stopped.

In his eyes, Zhan San slashed several times, and finally killed a monster, which turned into a cloud of black air and dissipated.

There is nothing strange about this, but what is really strange is that at the same time as the monster dissipated, a white, very inconspicuous qi suddenly entered Zhan San's body from the monster.

He looked intently at the others.

So are others.

As long as someone kills the monster with the last blow, a wisp of Qi will sink into the body of the war slave.

Feng Zhen focused on observing their expressions, and found that every time this wisp of Qi entered their bodies, the warrior slaves became more energetic, their eyes became brighter, and their movements became more sensitive.

He no longer hesitated, and rushed towards a monster.

The dagger pierced into the monster, as if piercing into a jelly made of clay.

Unexpectedly, the attack power of these monsters is not strong, but they are difficult to kill and time-consuming.

After finally killing a monster, Feng Zhen saw a wisp of white gas penetrate into his body with his own eyes. At the same time, he felt a surge of excitement, and he could actually feel that his whole body was more energetic and full of blood.

Even the internal force that already had a certain scale in his body was aroused, which seemed to be a sign of advancement.

"Can you see the spirit?"

Zhan San's voice sounded from behind Feng Zhen.

Feng Zhen turned around, raised the corner of his lips slightly under Zhan San's unfriendly gaze, "Essence?"

It's quite apt.

Zhan San's expression was indifferent, and he didn't intend to explain Fengzhen's doubts.

They killed this group of monsters and continued to march toward the depths.

On this day, they were all consumed here, and the energy in their bodies was increasing. Everyone seemed to be taking stimulants in modern society. Not to mention their movements became more and more intense, and there was no trace of fatigue.

It wasn't until Zhan San gave the order to return home that they ran all the way back empty-handed.

Feng Zhen noticed that in the place where the fog was dense, these people seemed to be nervous, as if there was something frightening hidden in the gray fog.

Back at the mansion, it was obvious that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhan San brought the other war slaves and did not rush back to the Zhan Nuyuan at the first time, he drove Feng Zhen back, and then led these people towards the depths of the mansion.

Feng Zhen finished washing alone in the slave yard, and carefully wiped off the dirt on the dagger.

It wasn't until late at night that they heard the footsteps of everyone coming back.

It's just that these footsteps are obviously more vain and more chaotic than before.

Feng Zhen sat up, looking directly into the eyes of his fellow war slave who had returned to the Washe to rest.

Both sides were stunned.

Zhan Nulue was a little uncomfortable, and gave him a hard look before falling back on the bed, but within a few seconds he fell into a deep sleep and snored.

This is obviously a state of extreme fatigue.

Moreover, at the moment when they looked at each other just now, Feng Zhen noticed that the other person's face was sallow and bloodless, and it was completely different from the state before the separation.

Where did they... go?What did you do again?