Chapter 1233: Concoct

The eight square stones placed in Fengyun are not too big, the largest one is only two feet square, and the smallest one is only the size of a shoe box.
Feng Yun's eyes moved slowly over them, seeming to be observing something, and finally stayed on the smallest cube stone and picked it up.
After watching for a while, he put it aside again, and then picked up the penultimate rock.
In this way, Fengyun looked at all the eight stones in the order from small to large, and looked very carefully.
After checking all the eight stones, Feng Yun thought about it for a moment, dropped them, and ran into the woods.
After a short time, Fengyun ran out of the woods again, but unlike him entering the woods empty-handed, when he came out of the woods, he hugged a large bundle of canes.
Feng Yun returned to the pile of square stones and began to rectify the cane collected from the woods. In a short while, he woven two big baskets.
The craftsmanship of basket weaving is very good, because when we go out, no one knows when we will encounter some useful things. In order to bring them back, he can learn from the masters of basket weaving in the tribe. Over.
Feng Yun checked the two big baskets, then put the eight square stones in each, holding one in each hand, and walked into the woods.
When he reached the edge of the woods, he seemed to think of something. He put down the two big baskets and walked quickly into the woods. When he came out, he was already carrying a shaved pole and two canes. The woven rope.
Fengyun passed the two rattan ropes through the small holes on the two upper ones. The holes were specially left when he was weaving the basket.
Winding the rattan rope around the two ends of the pole a few times, Fengyun slightly bent over and picked up the two big baskets.
This time Fengyun did not enter the woods again, but jumped up and landed on the treetops, and then ran forward on the treetops, very steady, as if walking on the ground.
Even more exaggerated is that where his feet are stepping on, the seemingly slender branches are not visible.
Not to mention that Fengyun's weight is not light. The stones in the two baskets he is holding are unusually heavy. Not to mention that the branches that Fengyun tramples on are very thin. Even if they are ten times thicker, they can bear it. Can't help.
Fengyun quickly passed through the woods and landed on the ground.
He did not stop and continued to rush forward, but the direction he went was not where the cannibal barbarian was located, on the contrary, the direction he went was exactly the opposite of where the cannibal barbarian was located.
The wind was blowing at Feng Yun's feet, and the speed was so fast that a faint afterimage appeared everywhere.
After rushing forward for almost a hundred miles, Fengyun slowed down and finally stopped in a mountain.
Feng Yun put down the basket and looked at the square stones in the basket, and then his face showed a painful expression.
He hesitated a bit, and put his hand into the animal skin bag he was carrying with him. When he pulled out his hand, he was already holding a spinel in his hand.
Staring at the spinel for a while, he stretched out a finger, followed by a faint light in his finger.
"Puff..."
The moment the light came out of Fengyun's fingers, there was a soft noise near the fingers, as if something had been cut apart.
Feng Yun didn't care at all, but cast his gaze on the spinel again. After a few seconds, his shiny finger suddenly moved and stroked the spinel a few times at a very fast speed.
The spinel cracked and turned into five pieces, each of which is different in size, but they also have the same thing, that is, the place where they are cut is very smooth, smoother than the mirror surface.
Feng Yun put five small spinel pieces on a square stone in a basket, took another spinel out of the animal skin bag, and cut it open in the same way, but it was not It was cut into five pieces, but three pieces.
Feng Yun took out the eight square stones one by one from the basket, and then put the eight small spinels on top of them.
At this time, you will find that he had planned the cutting of the spinel long ago. Their size matches the size of the square stones, the big one is big, the small one is small.
He looked around, as if confirming something, then moved the eight stones together with the spinel placed on them, and finally put them in different places.
The distance between the stones is not close, and the distance between the nearest two is at least ten feet away, and the distance between the two farthest is fifty feet away.
The stone was placed, Feng Yun walked to the smallest stone and took it up, and then his index finger showed light again, but this time Feng Yun did not use it to deal with the spinel. It is stretched to the stone.
After a few quick strokes that were hard to catch with his eyes, Feng Yun removed a two-finger-sized stone from the stone, and then a hole appeared in the stone.
Feng Yun took the small piece of spinel that had been cut without hesitation. I stuffed it in through the small hole, and then put the stone strips back.
It seemed that there was another space in the stone block, and the stone bar was put back without encountering any resistance.
The stone strips are very close to the stones, and the gap between them is very small. Even if you look closely, it is difficult to find its existence.
Feng Yun seemed to be dissatisfied with this, and stretched out his finger again, the finger that became sharper than a knife after shining.
It also shined outwards, but this time it was red, and the whole finger was red, like a hot iron bar.
In fact, it does not look like a red iron bar, it is really very hot, which can be confirmed by the severe distortion of the air near it.
Feng Yun will turn red and put his finger on the gap between the stone strip and the stone, and then he can see signs of melting on the surface of the stone, especially where Feng Yun's finger touches.
The melting was not serious. Feng Yun withdrew his finger before the lava flowed down, but this was enough. The gap between the stone strips and the stones was gone, and they were re-welded together.
In the following time, Fengyun repeated the same thing seven times, like dealing with the first square stone, he took the same treatment for the remaining seven stones.
After processing, Feng Yun did not idle, and quickly walked to the smallest of the eight stones, picked it up and held it in his palm, and his expression became serious now, as if he was going to Do a very important thing.
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