Seeing Xu Damao's complacent look, everyone was furious.
But getting angry is futile.
Who told them they weren’t as lucky as Xu Damao?
Han Feng had a calm expression.
No matter how strong Xu Damao is, he is still just a younger brother in his eyes and will never be able to make waves.
After watching for a while, Han Feng closed the chat group and began to rest.
.........
An hour later, the nap was over.
Han Feng left the shelter alone, carrying a machete.
Next, he planned to verify the machete's flying ability.
See if it is possible to carry him into the air.
Arriving at the beach on the east side of the island, Han Feng gestured, "Little Machete, summon flying wings."
Two crystal wings condensed on the blade of the machete. With a light flap, they hovered in the air. "Brother, come up. I'll take you flying and try it."
Han Feng rubbed his nose and said, "I think you can go down a bit."
The machete was flying above his head, how could he get up?
Machete reacted immediately and flew to the ground, "Brother, it's okay now."
Han Feng stepped forward, stepped on the blade of the machete, and looked forward, "Little machete, take off!"
The machete's two wings flapped and it slowly took off.
“Success!”
Han Feng couldn't hide his excitement.
Machete: "Brother, can I take you for a ride?"
Han Feng was full of energy and waved his hand, "Let's go!"
The machete's wings flapped wildly and shot out with a whoosh.
Han Feng lost his balance and fell down from above.
He fell pretty hard this time and grimaced in pain.
The machete turned in the air and returned to Han Feng, asking in confusion, "Brother, weren't you going for a ride? Why are you coming down again?"
Han Feng rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Who the hell is so fast right from the start? How could I react in time? Can't you slow down a little?"
"It's my fault. I'll be more careful next time."
Machete smiled awkwardly and asked, "Brother, are you still flying?"
"certainly!"
Han Feng remained silent.
No matter what, today I must become a man who can fly!
The machete flew back to Han Feng's feet. After Han Feng stood on it, it carefully flew into the air, then slowly accelerated and flew away.
Standing in the air, feeling the whistling sound of the wind passing by his ears, Han Feng suddenly felt a surge of heroism in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "Go!"
Machete was a little confused.
What does big brother mean?
Are you dissatisfied with the speed?
Tell it to speed up?
Machete thought that was the case, so he increased the flying speed from 20 miles per hour to 40 miles per hour.
As the speed increased, Han Feng became a little unstable and almost fell down several times.
There was no choice but to squat down and hold the blade tightly with both hands.
Originally, I wanted to fly on a sword like an immortal and gallop across heaven and earth.
But this squat...
He has completely lost the spirit of an immortal.
"Brother, do you want to speed up?"
Machete asked.
“Keep adding to it.”
Han Feng gritted his teeth.
He wanted to verify what the fastest flying speed of the machete could reach.
Suddenly, the machete increased its speed to 60 miles per hour.
Han Feng felt that squatting was not safe enough, so he sat on the machete.
Then, Machete increased the speed to 80 mph, 100 mph...
Han Feng gritted his teeth and held on.
However, when the machete's speed increased to 180 miles per hour, Han Feng could no longer hold on and fell directly on the machete, saying in a trembling voice, "Little machete, haven't you reached your speed limit yet?"
Machete: "You can lift it up a little bit."
Han Feng smacked his lips. "That's about it. No need to be so high-profile. Just reduce the speed to 60 miles per hour."
Machete said meaningfully: "Brother, are you scared?"
"Would I be afraid?"
Han Feng pretended to be calm and said disdainfully: "Even if you increase the speed to 1000 miles per hour, I won't be panicked."
"I just like to see you bragging so seriously!"
Machete chuckled and then slowed down.
Han Feng took a few deep breaths, slowly sat up, and then looked around carefully. He saw a bronze treasure chest floating on the sea not far away.
The bronze treasure chest is still very valuable. Now that you have discovered it, there is no reason to miss it.
Han Feng said excitedly: "Little Machete, hurry over and pick up the treasure chest."
The machete flew straight towards the bronze treasure chest.
When it was ten meters away, it suddenly changed direction and flew backwards.
Han Feng was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Little Machete, why did you change direction?"
Machete explained, "Brother, using the wings of flight consumes mental energy. I'm running low on mental energy. If I don't fly back, I'm afraid I won't be able to fly back."
“Fly faster!”
Han Feng's face changed.
Below is the vast ocean, and who knows how many sea monsters are hidden there.
If this falls, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Machete desperately tried to fly back. When he was fifty meters away from the island, he suddenly shouted, "Brother, my mental strength is almost exhausted. I can't fly anymore."
The next moment, the wings on the blade disappeared.
The man and the sword paused for a moment in mid-air before falling straight down.
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