"Hum~"

In Pang Yuan's majestic physique, the surging mysterious warm current reached a peak at this moment, washing every trace of flesh and blood, and continued to nourish and temper.

As the physique reaches a height of a full 10.0 points, the mysterious warm current is extremely strong and long-lasting this time, which represents a large amount of free attribute input.

Pang Yuan involuntarily stood up, carefully feeling every bit of change in his body.

He only felt that the flesh and blood on his body were extremely lively, every pore was extremely comfortable, and his strong heart was beating vigorously and full of vitality.

At the same time, Pang Yuan's spiritual consciousness was also rejuvenated, his thinking was quick, clear and clear.

Does the flesh feed the spirit?

Pang Yuan could feel the heartiness of his spirit, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but think thoughtfully.

After a few breaths, the improvement of the physique was completely completed, and the mysterious warm current disappeared as usual.

Pang Yuan stretched his muscles and bones, pulling every trace of muscles, and he felt that his state was better than ever.

This is, the face suddenly flashed a strange tingling sensation, and then quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Pang Yuan subconsciously reached out and touched his face, and the unfamiliar touch of his fingertips made him stunned.

"Scar on the face......"

Calling the nearby jailer, an old jailer brought a simple bronze mirror to Pang Yuan in the cell, which was extremely smooth and flashed with a pale yellow halo, and the light was recognizable.

Holding the smooth bronze mirror in front of his eyes, Pang Yuan's gaze moved into it.

Sure enough, in the bronze mirror, the large clear scar left on the previous half of the face has completely disappeared at this time, and the skin of the face has regained its firmness and toughness, and it is extremely elastic.

"I didn't expect that if the constitution attribute broke through to 10.0 points, there would be this effect. ”

Pang Yuan muttered to himself, his tone was a little surprised, but there was a hint of surprise in his voice.

After all, if his face is full of scars in the future, Pang Yuan is young, and he is reluctant to do so, so it would be better to improve his physique this time to recover like this.

While his heart was happy, Pang Yuan didn't think much about it, put the bronze mirror in his hand aside, and sank his consciousness into the red dot in front of him again.

There is still the remaining 0.5 free attribute that has not been used, and it is untouched.

Pang Yuan's consciousness moved, and he directly put all the remaining 0.5 free attributes into the column of strength attributes.

With the continuous investment of the free attribute, the mysterious ascension symbol behind the power attribute column flashed again and again, and the data slowly began to improve.

It turns out that Pang Yuan's power attribute has reached a height of 8.6, and now he has invested 0.5 free attributes into it again, and he may enter another accumulation period.

Sure enough, as Pang Yuan expected, in the column of power attributes, it should have reached 9.1, but the data stopped directly after reaching 9.0, and the follow-up investment did not change.

At present, it seems that this also proves that Pang Yuan's three physical attributes will enter an accumulation period after reaching the height of 9.0, and the data growth will stagnate.

Judging from the experience of the physique attribute, Pang Yuan needs three times the investment of the free attribute to break through.

In this way, among the mysterious red dots, after this promotion, Pang Yuan's physical attributes have changed a lot again.

Pang Yuan

Strength 9.0 (1)

Speed 7.3 (1)

Constitution 10.0(1)

Note: The data is based on the natural physical fitness of ordinary adult men in this world.

Now Pang Yuan's physical fitness has become the highest physique attribute, and after the strength attribute is improved, it has entered a new accumulation period, and the speed attribute is at the end.

In Pang Yuan's plan, in the days to come, he would make every effort to improve his strength and speed, at least to make them break through to a new level.

Leave this side aside, on the other hand.

By this time it was noon, and the slaves had returned to their cells, and it was time for lunch each day.

In this level of prison, in a cramped and slightly cramped cell, although it was noon, the light was still dim, and the air was a little muddy.

Cord's expression was serious, and he bit into half of his hard, extremely sturdy nest head.

He tried his best to recall the taste of fat chicken and large pieces of cooked beef in sauce, chewing and swallowing the rough black and yellow womb, and occasionally taking a sip of the thin vegetable porridge in his hand.

While quickly resolving the inferior lunch in front of him, at the same time, Cord did not relax in the slightest.

His body was tense, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he stared at the bearded cellmate opposite, guarding against a possible attack.

One of Cord's eyes was dark and blue, and the blood was congealed, and it was very conspicuous, and his hair was messy, as if he had experienced a dispute.

And his bearded cellmate was not much better than Colder, his face was just as embarrassed, and his mouth was not too hot, and he was gulping down the same thin bowl of vegetable porridge.

Since entering this prison, every time it is time to eat, Cord and his bearded cellmate will have a brief fight for a little more oil.

At the beginning, when Cord first entered the black prison, he had always kept to himself, and he was still a little uncomfortable with this kind of fighting for food, and he was angry at every turn.

And the bearded man is arrogant, he is an old qualified prisoner, and he is not polite to a rookie slave like him, and every time he finishes eating, there is basically not much left.

For the first two days, Cord was almost starving, and had to do a lot of hard work, and his body could not support it at all.

He couldn't stand it, he couldn't go on like this anymore!

Finally, at another lunchtime, in the face of steaming food, Cord no longer shied away, he stood up, and really fought with the beard.

The two got into a fight.

Not surprisingly, although Cord is still physically strong, he is far inferior to his muscular and fierce bearded inmate, both in terms of physical strength and combat experience.

Cord was given an old punch, but his character was extremely resolute and stubborn, and although his nose and face were swollen, he never begged for mercy at all.

Cord's eyes were determined, the pain in his body was unbearable, and he was about to wave his angry fist!

In this battle, in the face of Cold's stubbornness and unyieldingness, the bearded cellmate was also a little helpless, he didn't dare to make trouble, not to mention, Cold's counterattack also made him uncomfortable.

The bearded man eventually backed down, scolding and giving some of the food to Cold, who was covered in blood.

At that time, Cord's eyes were swollen almost the size of peaches, and the corners of his eyes were cracked, and blood was still dripping, and he was in pain.

But he nibbled on the dusty food in his hands, and inhaled the cold air in pain, but it was extremely pleasant.

Dignity is to be snatched by oneself!

Under the existential crisis, his soul is undergoing a silent transformation, and the hidden edge begins to be revealed.

The old Cord, who was quiet and even cowering, was gradually gone.

And in the afternoon, in the huge quarry, a large number of slave prisoners toiled.

Looking at Cold's tragic image and the scars on his face, and learning about the situation, his two best friends, Green and Berg, were furious.

Berg was already straightforward and a little irritable, and now that his friend was being bullied, he naturally couldn't stand it.

Naturally, the conflict erupted.

Bearded and Cord are in a cell, and they are bound together in sturdy shackles as they work, and they need to work together.

In full view of everyone, the three of Cord and the bearded man fought.

After all, two fists are hard to beat four.

Berg even had a black hand, even though the bearded man was strong and experienced in martial arts, he was difficult to resist the siege of several people, and the three of them beat the bearded man violently.

The battle ended with a crackdown by the jailers on the Black Prison side.

The four of them were thrown into a confinement cell for two days, deprived of food and only water, as punishment.

After this, the bearded cellmate was also a little more jealous of Cold.

Although the two still quarreled over food from time to time, there was no more violent fighting, and it was roughly half the result.

Cord and Bearded are basically at odds with each other, and the two don't interfere with each other and don't communicate much.

He still doesn't know the name of the bearded man, and the relationship between the two has been cold.

After swallowing the nest head and drinking the last bite of vegetable porridge, the stomach was warm and very comfortable, and Cord sat in the corner, quietly digesting the meal.

From time to time, there was a foul smell wafting in the air, which was disgusting.

This made Cord's brow furrow, which seriously affected his laid-back mood at this time.

"Hey, bearded, I said you wouldn't put the lid on your commode?!"

"Why, do you like to smell the stuff you pull out while eating!"

Cord said angrily, glancing at the bearded cellmate on the other side who did not respond, this kind of thing is already commonplace.

"Damn, I'm willing, it's your business!"

The bearded man had finished eating at the moment, reached out to wipe the corners of his mouth, and rubbed a few handfuls on the oil-stained fat pants.

Looking at Cord in the corner, cursing and swearing, the bearded man kicked the lid attached to the commode before climbing into the bed.

Shaking his head helplessly, Cord didn't hear the beard's habitual foul language.

As time passed, the unpleasant smell in the air gradually dissipated considerably, but Cord's mind was long gone.

He has been in prison for some time, but Celder has never found his brother Rod, and there is no trace of him.

There were many slaves mixed together in the huge quarry, and Calder searched all over but found no sign of Rhodes, and he inquired with other prisoners and jailers, but to no avail.

This made Cord less active.

The black prison is so vast and huge, and he gradually realizes that his brother Rhodes may not be in the same prison level as himself.

And if Rhodes could not be found, and his safety could not be determined, Calder's rescue plan could not be carried out at all, and everything was in vain.

What's more, the list of people to enter the Colosseum is randomly selected from all the slave prisoners in the Black Prison, which means that the three Corder are also facing this chance.

Over time, their safety, as well as their plans, will be at serious risk.

Celder leaned against the thick, cold walls, his eyes staring at the top of the cell, a little distracted, and his face gloomy.

"Brother, where are you...... "You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?