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"Originally, my plan was seamless, and I spent a lot of money to get the complete design of this prison from the designer who originally designed it. ”

With that, he took off his shirt, revealing his muscles and tattoos.

When he saw Maile suddenly undressing, Zhan Peng was startled, thinking that he was going to do something, and instinctively protected the back fart.

As if he hadn't seen his movements, Maile pointed to his navel and said, "The weakest part of the entire prison is this drain, through which all the domestic water is discharged to the Fengsha River outside."

Hearing this, Zhan Peng took a closer look at Mailer's tattoos all over his body, and it was actually a detailed architectural map, which was so detailed that even where the door of each room opened and the position of the bed were drawn in great detail.

Mailer continued: "Originally, this plan was guaranteed to succeed, but a day ago, this drain, which was originally guarded by only one guard, was actually increased by three men, and a sniffer was placed. ”

Zhanpeng knew that it was an animal that resembled a dog, but its nose and hearing were unusually sharp, and no slight smell or sound could escape their ears and eyes.

Zhan Peng carefully looked at the map near Mailer's navel, and sure enough, he found that three small black dots were drawn near the drainage outlet, plus an object in the shape of a puppy, and he couldn't help but sigh that this map was too finely made, and it was really a technical job.

"There is a sniffer near the drain, so this escape plan must be changed, originally I was still thinking about how to escape from here, but today you can use Liweilu's hand to maybe we can work together to escape here. Mailer smiled.

Zhan Peng has a good impression of Mailleton, and he just relied on his own words to tell his whole plan and discuss, what a sincere guy.

Zhanpeng also knew that after he entered the prison, it was almost impossible to get out, and it was even more daydreaming to wait for the opportunity to clear his grievances.

Zhan Peng said: "I really want to hear your plan, and what can I do in this plan?"

There will be no pie in the sky, if there is a pie, it is either a fire pit or a trap, and Zhanpeng still understands this truth.

He had already made a preliminary estimate of what he was going to do in the plan, but the weak point of the drainage hole was no longer possible to break through, and he had to evaluate the success rate of Mailer's next escape plan.

With a look of understanding, Mailer pointed to the map on his shoulder, "We'll escape from here." ”

When Zhan Peng saw the position of Mailer's finger, he was shocked and said, "How can you escape from this place?"

Because the escape position that Mailer pointed to happened to be the most dangerous cliff and abyss.

Maile raised his trousers, revealing a part of the map on his calf, and said proudly: "Before coming in, in addition to the easiest way to escape through the drainage pipe, I also planned more than ten possible escape methods, one of which is to escape through the cliff behind, but this risk is the highest, and it needs to rely on this characteristic of the magic weapon of flight." ”

Zhan Peng carefully looked at the drawings of the flying magic weapon, and a sense of familiarity appeared in his heart, this flying magic weapon was triangular, very similar to a dream he had before, when the primitive power of heaven turned his divine thoughts into nine parts at the last moment, distributed in different nine time and space.

One of the space-time divine thoughts landed in a location called Earth, and the experience of this divine thought on Earth would also reappear in his dreams. In his dreams, he had seen this similar flying magic weapon, which seemed to be called paragliding or something, and there were other flying magic weapons that could reduce the speed of falling, called parachutes.

Zhan Peng couldn't help but sigh at Mailer's meticulous planning of doing things, he can make all kinds of assumptions in advance and find ways to realize them, this attitude of doing things is worth learning from himself.

Mai Le continued: "The only difficulty in doing this is that it takes some time, there are five sixth-layer Qi Gathering Masters in the entire Heavenly Prison, Qiu Feng is Qi Gathering Perfection and can deal with two, originally Zhou Tieshi can barely deal with one, and I can deal with the remaining one." ”

Zhan Peng raised his eyebrows and said, "But I accidentally injured Zhou Tieshi's hand just now, I'm afraid it will drag down your plan." ”

Mailer smiled instead: "Actually, I also want to thank you for injuring Zhou Tieshi, there are a total of ten people involved in this escape plan, and it takes at least seven people an hour to complete the production of the flying magic weapon in the shortest possible time, so the three of us need to resist the five masters, plus nearly a hundred ordinary guards." And the most risky part of the whole plan is Zhou Tieshi's ring, he is the fifth layer of Qi Gathering, it is already very difficult to deal with a master, and it is difficult to have the strength to deal with other patrols, so the pressure on me and Qiu Feng will be very great. ”

Zhan Peng already roughly understood what he was going to do, and said easily: "I have only gathered three layers of qi, and I am not as good as Zhou Tieshi."

Mailer stretched out his hand and interrupted: "The level of cultivation is sometimes just a title, it can't represent anything, I once saw a peerless genius who gathered his strength to successfully challenge the foundation building monk, not only hit the foundation building monk hard, but also picked the entire sect of the foundation building monk, and finally retreated, I believe in my own judgment, and I also believe in the strength you showed." Mailer looked at Zhanpeng with bright eyes.

Zhan Peng didn't expect Mai Le to have such a high evaluation of himself, scratching his head and saying: "Actually, there is a detail I want to ask, where do you need a lot of cloth for this flying magic weapon, and where to get the materials such as the skeleton." ”

With a look of admiration, Mailer grabbed the cold futon from the bed behind him, and said, "You are very thoughtful, these are the materials." ”

Zhan Peng also thought of this, but he was puzzled: "With such a small area, I'm afraid I can't make a flying magic weapon that can carry ten people, right?"

"Today is a cleaning day, and in the evening, all the bedding will be gathered on the playground to clean, and this is the perfect time to put the bedding together to make a flying magic weapon. ”

"But what do you use to make the stitching?" Zhan Peng asked, and since he decided to participate in the project, he had to figure out whether every detail of the plan could be successfully implemented.

Sometimes, there's a devil in the details.

Mailer exclaimed, "You are very suitable to be a general," and after saying that, he threw all the bedding on the bed on the ground, making it look very messy.

Then he advised: "Don't say anything for a while, just wait for my materials to come back." ”

Myler slammed his head against the corner of the stone bed, and a two-inch-long wound appeared on his forehead, and then Myler lay on the ground without knowing what to do, foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes, with a painful expression.

After a while, the door of the Son of Heaven opened, and two patrolmen came over, they had seen Mailer many times in this situation, and it was not surprising that Maile was lifted up and went out.

In the evening, Maile was brought back, with only a few simple stitches on his forehead.

When the door was closed again, confirming that the guards had gone away, Mailer said, "Although the Qi Gathering Layer Monk can quickly recover from his injuries by relying on the elixir, in this kind of prison, who would be willing to give the prisoner the elixir, but simply sewing the wound is just a great favor. ”

With that, Mailer spread out his hand, revealing a needle and a bundle of thread in his palm.