"Looking at Xiao Yinyin's expression, this gourd shouldn't be in any danger, right?But if it's a good thing, why doesn't it react at all?" Han Sen couldn't guess the result, but he didn't dare to take risks, and planned to wait for his injuries to heal, so he would find a place where no one was there and throw away the gourd. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's better to be somewhere like an abyss, so that no monsters will come out of it and harm people.

It's not that Han Sen didn't want to smash this gourd open to see what was inside, but this gourd was so hard that he couldn't hurt it with the Rampage Blood Sword, and he couldn't smash it at all.

Han Sen's injury was too serious, with the help of the little silver fox, he still raised it for three or four days before he was able to get out of bed and walk around freely, if he wanted to fully recover, it would definitely be impossible without ten days and half a month.

Originally, Han Sen wanted to take the gourd and throw it away, but after thinking about it, he still had thirty-six crow black feathers in his hand, and after making arrows, with the Peacock Repeater, he might be able to shoot through the gourd.

Han Sen carefully observed those crow black feathers, more than a foot in length, the whole body was as black as dark iron, the same as ordinary feathers, in the middle was a round hollow tube, and on both sides were black fine hairs, arranged diagonally very closely, looking like two pieces of dark iron.

However, if you touch the hair back with your hand, the fine hair will be easily pressed down and stick to the hollow tube, which looks soft.

But if you touch it against the hair, it is sharp and scary, like a sharp blade formed by countless thin steel needles, which is very strange.

At the root of the feather, the hollow tube is sharply tapered to form a pointed cone, which is very conducive to penetration.

"I wonder if this feather can be directly loaded into the peacock repeater?" Han Sen summoned the peacock crossbow and tried to put the crow's black feather into the arrow slot.

It was even better than Han Sen expected, and the crow feathers were loaded in smoothly, because when the feathers shot forward, the oblique feathers would go backwards, so it would not hinder the crossbow's shooting at all.

And once the target is shot, the feathers get in, and then it is difficult to pull them out, and when they are pulled out, those fine hairs that are against them will become barbs, directly cutting the flesh and blood organs, which is very terrifying.

Han Sen tried to shoot a crow feather arrow out, only to see a black light instantly slash across a distance of two or three thousand meters, directly shooting through a big tree that can only be surrounded by several people, and the crow feather arrow still kept shooting through three bucket-thick trees before its strength disappeared and fell.

"Strong ...... It's really strong......" Han Senxi almost jumped up, and hurriedly picked up the crow feather arrow.

One by one, the black feather arrows were pierced into the arrow slot by Han Sen, but they could only hold fifteen or sixteen arrows at a time, which was already the limit, and this was because the feathers were thinner than ordinary arrows, and if they were ordinary crossbow arrows, they could only hold eight or nine arrows at most.

After loading the feather arrows, Han Sen found a mountain wall, put the gourd in a crack in the stone, took the peacock crossbow, and shot directly at a crow feather arrow.

Rumble!

The black feather arrow hit the gourd, only to hear a violent sound, the mountain rock cracked, and directly blew out a big pit on the mountain wall, but the gourd was still lying unscathed in the cracked stone pit.

Han Sen still didn't give up, the peacock crossbow shot at the gourd one arrow after another, only to hear the sound of the boom, the mountain wall was blown through a big hole, but the gourd still didn't even hurt the skin.

"I'll rub it, what the hell is this gourd?" Han Sen was shocked.

But it's relieved to think about it, the crow itself can't handle the gourd vine, take off a black feather and run for his life, and it's normal for the black feather to shoot through the gourd.

Han Sen grabbed the gourd, his mood was extremely complicated, and after hesitating for a long time, Han Sen bit it hard, took the gourd to an abyss, and reached out to throw the gourd into the abyss.

Han Sen was really afraid that there would be a poisonous bee or something in the gourd, the story of the farmer and the snake, Han Sen had heard it countless times since he was a child, and he didn't want to be bitten back.

However, as soon as Han Sen threw the gourd out, Xiao Yinyin, who had been lying on his shoulder, rushed out, grabbed the gourd in one bite, turned around and returned to Han Sen's side, and spit the gourd into Han Sen's hand again.

"What the hell do you mean?" Han Sen pinched the gourd and looked at the little silver fox in a daze.

But the little silver fox couldn't speak, and where could he answer him, just lying on his shoulder, and shaking his big tail gracefully.

Seeing that he couldn't find a result, Han Sen glanced at the little silver fox, and then reached out and threw the gourd into the abyss.

The little silver fox really jumped out again, took the gourd back and spit it into Han Sen's hand, and now Han Sen completely understood that the little silver fox really wanted him to keep this gourd.

Han Sen looked at the little silver fox for a while before pinching the gourd and turning around and leaving the abyss.

Since it was something that the little silver fox insisted on keeping, Han Sen felt that there should be no danger, maybe it was really a good thing.

And when he was holding the gourd, there was no warning of danger, so there would be no big problem.

It's just that the heart fluctuations in the gourd have always made Han Sen a little concerned in his heart, and he usually holds the gourd in his hand and has been paying close attention to the fluctuations in the gourd.

Since the return of the Heavenly Pillar Divine Mountain, the heart-like fluctuations in the gourd have not been broken, and it has been beating in such an orderly manner, but it is still very weak, and if you don't hold it in your hand, you can't feel the slight fluctuations in it at all.

Han Sen played with the gourd for a few days, I don't know if the gourd was born like this, or because it was played with by Han Sen, the original withered yellow gourd became a little crystal clear, as warm as topaz, and there were faint wisps of gold in the inside, which looked very delicate and luxurious.

And the heartbeat fluctuations in the gourd also seem to be a little stronger, but they are still very weak.

Han Sen had been recuperating for almost half a month, and the injuries on his body were almost healed, and his mind suddenly became active.

Now that he has a peacock repeater and a crow feather arrow, as long as he doesn't encounter a perverted super god creature like a crow, he may have the possibility of being killed.

"Where can I find a soft persimmon? If it's a super god creature like the Red Cloud Mule, you can give it a try, and even if you don't die, you have a chance to escape. Han Sen thought to himself.

But there was still that crow on the Heavenly Pillar Divine Mountain, and Han Sen really didn't dare to go.

As for the super god creatures in the sea, Han Sen didn't need to think about it at all, the power of the crossbow bolts would be greatly reduced in the sea.

The empress said that there was something to go back to the alliance, and Han Sen wanted to ask her where there were super god creatures that were easier to kill, but she didn't wait for her to come back.

Just as Han Sen was hesitating to find a way to go back to the ice field first, he suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.

"Who?" Han Sen asked with a frown.

"Brother Han, it's me. A voice sounded outside the door, and it turned out to be Chen Ran's voice.

Han Sen suddenly shook slightly, Chen Ran, this old guy was still dead, and he took the initiative to come to the door, not knowing what he wanted to do.