[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

From the second day onwards, for seven days in a row, the war slaves recuperated in the yard.

Fengzhen was summoned by Zhan San for seven days.

Zhan San didn't know who he learned from, that Fengzhen was originally about Le Nu, so he called him out and asked him to perform songs and dances for them in the yard.

Feng Zhen replied coldly, "No."

Zhan San asked him if he looked down on them.

The town was closed without saying a word, and many war slaves clamored to punish the town.

In fact, this is a conflict created by them alone. No matter whether Fengzhen refuses or not, it will not get rid of the final result they want.

Feng Zhen knew this, and didn't intend to spoil these people.

It has been nearly a year since he came to this world, and he has made some progress in his inner strength cultivation.

And with the addition of so much world experience, compared with these war slaves, his force is definitely enough to crush them, and there is no need for him to continue to keep a low profile and pretend to be stupid.

They didn't know how he would move, but the slaves who surrounded Fengzhen saw the dagger that the opponent had been carrying all the time suddenly flashed in their hands, and a second before they had time to react, a cold light flashed across.

"what!"

The war slaves felt their lower bodies cool, and looked down, only to find that the coarse cloth trousers had been cut open.

This incision is unbiased, it is just above the lower abdomen, and it can be cut off only half a fingernail away.

Gently stroking, a handful of pubic hair was blown away by the wind, revealing the roots of neat hair.

The war slaves covered it with their hands, and a layer of white sweat suddenly appeared on their backs.

At that moment just now, they almost became eunuchs.

Zhan San dodged the blow, slapped the long sword around his waist out of the scabbard, and he threw it at Feng Zhen forcefully.

The long sword pierced through the air quickly, made a clear tremor, and rushed straight to Fengzhen's front door.

Feng Zhen raised his palm, and slapped the side of the long sword on the blade of the long sword. The long sword was redirected by his palm and struck towards his ear.

He turned sideways slightly, stretched out his arms, and brushed his fingers over the blade to hold the hilt directly.

He kept moving his hands, and the long sword drew a cold light, which was obediently controlled by him.

Zhan San stretched out his arm, and another Zhan slave took the sword from his waist and handed it to Zhan San.

Zhan San took over and directly attacked Fengzhen.

The two immediately fought into a group.

The war slaves watched their various moves, all silent, staring closely at the two swords emitting cold light.

Although Zhan San usually has a sullen and fierce expression, his swordsmanship style is straightforward and aboveboard.

The war slaves go out to hunt monsters every day, but in the eyes of Feng Zhen, their fighting consciousness is still easy to distinguish.

Since he ascended the throne in the interstellar world, he has personally led the legion to fight everywhere every few years.

How could he be comparable to the war slaves trapped in this corner?

Therefore, the battle soon ended without any suspense in winning the town.

Except for the first move, Zhan San was firmly suppressed by Feng Zhen throughout the battle, and he couldn't even perform at half of his usual level.

Zhan San was panting heavily, the sharp blade was clinging to the back of his neck.

He knew that as long as he moved a little rashly, the blade would cut his neck mercilessly...

Therefore, even though his trousers were hanging down to his ankles and his lower body was naked, he still didn't move.

The leader suffered a disastrous defeat, and the war slaves looked at each other, and the way they looked at Feng Zhen changed.

You must know that the position of the leader of the war slaves is not just for anyone, but it is definitely the person with the highest force value among the war slaves.

And now, the leader was defeated by Dou Nu? !

Feng Zhen put away the sword in his hand, and lightly flicked the blade with his fingers.

He used to use swords in the world of Shuang'er, and he also stored a lot of elite weapons from that world in his warehouse space, all of which were better and sharper than the weapons here.

It's a pity, without the equipment, it can't be taken out at all.

He walked forward, Zhan San's whole body tensed up, knowing the disparity in strength between the two sides, Zhan San was not sure at all, if the other party made a killing intent, whether he would be able to escape with his life.

Feng Zhen took off the scabbard from Zhan San's waist.

The long sword was sheathed, holding back the cold light.

Just like him, the murderous aura around him has subsided, and he seems to have become that taciturn fighting slave again.

"How to do it, you don't need me to teach you, do you?" Feng Zhen said indifferently, looking at Zhan San.

Zhan Sanhei had a sullen face and didn't say a word.

Feng Zhen ignored him for the time being, turned his head sideways, his cold eyes squinted at everyone, "What did you all see?"

It was obviously a flat tone, but the war slaves felt the tension filling the air.

"Look... see... Eleven's swordsmanship..."

A war slave stumbled and talked under Fengzhen's eyes in fear, and before he finished speaking, he saw a flash of cold light, and the war slave's scalp hurt.

He shook his hands to touch the scalp on the top of his head, but he felt blood...

"What do you see?"

The Dou Nu who looked like a ghost asked him again.

Zhan Nu didn't dare to cry out in pain, and suppressed, "...what, I didn't see anything!"

Fengzhen turned his gaze to others, and all the war slaves shook their heads in unison, "I didn't see it, we didn't see anything!"

Feng Zhen looked at Zhan San again, and asked him, "When is the next time you leave the mansion?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhan San's eyes, "In two more days."

"Who arranges the time to leave the house?"

"Stay in charge..."

"You can only go out for one day at a time?"

Zhan San frowned, with a fierce look on his face, but his words gradually became more comprehensive, instead of asking and answering.

"It's not safe outside, we can't go far, so we go out on the same day and come back on the same day. But sometimes, we will prepare more food and water, and go farther, and go out for four days at most."

A thought faintly rose in Zhan San's heart, this Dou Nu couldn't be... trying to escape, right?

As if to confirm what he thought, he heard the other party come closer and say to him, "Tomorrow, you can tell the steward that you are going to a farther place this time, and ask him to prepare more food and water."

Seeing Zhan San hesitate, Feng Zhen patted the opponent's shoulder so hard that Zhan San almost couldn't stand, grinning in pain.

"You'd better listen to me." Feng Zhen smiled, "Otherwise I have plenty of ways to prevent you from living or dying."

His eyes full of malice fell on Zhan San's exposed lower body, Zhan San's heart shuddered, and he quickly pulled up his pants.

He firmly believes that the other party has the ability to do it.

Slaves, the most indispensable thing around them are all kinds of miserable ways of death for their companions.

Zhan San's long-standing leadership position made him different from other fighting slaves. He thought more and was not satisfied with the status quo.

It can be said that power gave him status and ambition, and he yearned for more, and he also imagined that one day he would no longer be a slave.

He met Feng Zhen's gaze, and finally nodded.

He watched the corners of the man's lips slightly curled up almost invisibly, and soon recovered his expressionless face, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

Is this man a Dou Nu?

Is all he going to do is escape?

Escape...where can they escape...

"Why are you standing here?"

Suddenly a voice came from behind, interrupting Zhan San's thoughts.

He glanced at Fengzhen, turned his head, and said impatiently to the manager who came over, "You're taking care of more and more."

The steward glanced at the war slaves with broken scalps, and turned his eyes around them. After a while, he said, "Master has an order, ordering you to leave the house tomorrow."

After saying this, the steward will turn around and leave.

Zhan San frowned, and said behind the steward, "Is the master's energy low again... Steward, prepare more food and water, we will go farther this time."

The manager didn't speak, just nodded and left.

Fengzhen and other Zhan slaves exchanged the residence of Washe, and lived with Zhan San.

In the following time, he ordered Zhan San to explain the affairs outside the mansion to him.

In Zhan San's limited cognition, there are man-eating monsters in the gray mist outside.

Sometimes if you are unlucky, you will encounter monsters when you come back, and most of the manpower in the war slaves will be lost.

He didn't know what the monster was, but he only knew that the monster had the spirit that its master needed.

Whenever a certain amount of energy is stored in their bodies, they will enter the depths of the mansion and deliver the energy to their masters.

As for what the essence is for and why the master needs it, he has no idea.

……

That's all Zhan San knows.

Feng Zhen could see that although Zhan San looked vicious, he was actually someone he could trust compared to other slaves who had no personality at all.

No matter what purpose Zhan San has, the opponent is willing to obey his emissary at present, which proves that there is no conflict between their goals.

that's enough.

As for the other war slaves, no matter what, they were not out of the scope of slaves.

Their status is low, and their scope of activities is limited. Even if they want to report, they have nowhere to report, and there is nothing to report.

……

Early the next morning, they set off from the Zhannuyuan and left the gate with hard bread and plenty of water.

They went out for more than half a month, until they ran out of food and water, and returned home after three or four days of thirst and hunger.

If it weren't for the support of sufficient energy in the body, the war slaves would not be able to last for so long.

It's also their luck that they have never encountered monsters in the gray mist.

Back at the mansion, this time Fengzhen came to the depths of the mansion together with all the war slaves.

Only then did he realize that the area where these slaves were located was just a remote corner of the mansion.

The size of the mansion is astonishingly large, comparable to a small town.

The outermost slave farmhouse is not just the part that Fengzhen saw.

According to Zhan San, there are domains on each side of the entire mansion, and each domain has slave farms, Dou Nu Yuan, Zhan Nu Yuan, and Le Nu Yuan.

Further inside are various workshops.

The innermost one is the residence of the "master".

What they came to was the periphery of the master's residence.

The sick master named Ziyan was already waiting there.

One after another, the war slaves stepped forward respectfully, knelt down in front of their masters, and let the masters put their hands on their celestial spirit caps to extract their energy.

Feng Zhen hides behind, watching Ziyan's movements without blinking.

Every time he absorbed the energy of a slave, Ziyan's pale lips became more rosy, and his cough was also suppressed.

When it was Feng Zhen's turn, he knelt down in front of Zi Yan with a dull face, bowing his head.

Ziyan's hand was placed on top of Fengzhen's head, and the fabric of his cuff was blown by the wind, emitting a scent of medicine.

At the same time, a feeling of traction appeared above Fengzhen, as if a powerful suction machine was placed above his head.

I don't know how long it has passed, Feng Zhen suddenly felt his body lighten, and then a sense of exhaustion swept his whole body.

Ziyan withdrew his hand, but did not tell Feng Zhen to stand up, but asked him, "Le Shiyi, do you regret being a war slave?"

"Never."

As if choking on the other party's straightforwardness, Zi Yan paused for a moment before waving his hand to let him go.

The next war slave quickly filled up.

In the evening, Feng Zhen sat cross-legged, carefully using his internal energy to swim through his body, carefully experiencing the changes that the essence brought to his body.

When the energy is sufficient, one only feels full of energy, but cannot discern the specific situation.

And the essence was forcibly taken away from the outside world, and the traces it left behind are very intuitive.

Essence can transform the body of a war slave!

If this is regarded as an evolution, then for the body of the war slave, the essence is the "medicine" for the evolution of his body.

As long as the essence in the body reaches a critical point, the slave's body will advance, and all potentials will increase by one level.

It's just that, when the war slaves have accumulated a part, which is far from the critical point, they are forcibly taken away. Therefore, no war slave knows the true effect of this spirit.

Feng Zhen stepped out of his thoughts, opened his eyes, and was looking at Shang Zhan San with probing and curious eyes.

The other party looked like a child who was suddenly caught doing something bad, and suddenly looked away.

Feng Zhen sneered in his heart, lay down and closed his eyes to rest.

He has infinite anticipation for the upcoming outing.