Chapter Eighty-Three

Zhou Fan looked at the heavy saber in his hand. The heavy saber was seven feet long and two feet wide. It could be said to be exaggerated in size, and its weight was as high as three hundred catties.

But now Zhou Fan has entered the high level of strength. For him with a strength of 15,000 pounds, a 300-pound knife is not heavy.

"Fu, this knife is too light." Zhou Fan shouted to Wu, who was sitting in a daze.

Wu did not speak, he just waved his hand, and the floating gray fog swirled towards the heavy knife, swirling around the blade.

The heavy sword, which was originally formed by the fog, merged with these gray fog, and the length and width of the heavy sword continued to increase, until it increased to ten feet long and three feet wide.

The hilt of the knife in Zhou Fan's hands sank, and he hurriedly increased his strength to lift the heavy knife.

Since entering the strength stage, Zhou Fan has a keen sense of weight. He estimated it a little, and the heavy knife in his hand is about 1,500 jin!

This weight is the most suitable for him now, and he began to seriously practice basic sword skills with his sword.

The training time passed quickly, Zhou Fan constantly exchanged heavy swords with light swords, and practiced tirelessly until the moment he left the Grey River space, his foundation of swordsmanship also became more solid.

Zhou Fan put down his knife and said goodbye to the fog, and exited the Grey River space.

At the moment of waking up, Zhou Fan first looked sideways at the dark room, and after confirming that there was no abnormality, he crawled out from the bottom of the bed. The sky outside the room was already slightly bright.

He patted the dust on his body, lit the wick of the oil lamp, and the light came on. The man lying on the ground just raised his head slightly, beckoning Zhou Fan, and then put the dog's head on the ground.

Zhou Fan didn't go anywhere, just sat in the room and waited for the night patrol to return, he went out to greet Lu Kui and Wu Tianba.

Seeing that Zhou Fan was safe and sound, Lu Kui and Wu Tianba showed surprise on their faces.

However, Zhou Fan didn't pay much attention to it, turned around and went back into the house. It didn't take long for the thin monkey to come to him.

Zhou Fan handed the three small flame talismans to the thin monkey, and told him a few more words before letting him go on patrol.

Zhou Fan didn't go home. He told his parents yesterday evening that he would not go back this morning. After all, he killed the second cursed ghost in the evening. If there was no accident, the cursed ghost was getting closer and closer to him. Going back at this time is a risk. too big.

It is better to stay in camp.

Zhou Fan was not doing nothing while sitting in the house. He continued to practice the sword. Every time the ring-head straight sword was slashed, there were two kinds of changes.

After practicing the sword for an hour, someone outside the door suddenly called out, "Captain Zhou."

Zhou Fan stopped waving his knife and asked, "I'm here, what's the matter?"

"The two elders have asked you to go through the Talisman's house," said the patrolman outside the door.

Zhou Fan was refreshed when he heard this, he put the knife into the sheath, pushed open the wooden door and followed the patrolman to the Talisman House.

Outside the door of the Fuwu, two Fu masters Huang Mao and Lu Kui were carefully accompanying a strange middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was wearing a light blue robe with a cross collar, a dark black belt tied around his waist, and a red wine hanging from his left waist. gourd.

Not only that, the middle-aged man was holding an ice-blue wine gourd in his right hand and poured wine into his mouth. The face that looked like Luo Tuo didn't turn red because of drinking, it looked a little bluish and white.

Zhou Fan stopped a foot away, knowing in his heart that eight out of ten middle-aged men were the special envoy from Tianliangli.

The middle-aged man put down the wine gourd and looked at Zhou Fan and said gently, "Are you the Zhou Fan who got the eye curse?"

"Yes." Zhou Fan nodded in response, and at the same time raised the back of his hand to let the middle-aged man see the blood coffin mark on the back of his hand.

Master Huang Fu smiled and introduced to Zhou Fan: "This is Mr. Yan returning to Yan, the envoy of An Dong from the Yiluan Division in Tianliang."

Zhou Fan bowed his hands and said, "Master Yan."

Yan returned and said, "You don't have to stand so far, just come here."

Zhou Fan hesitated for a moment.

Still approaching, as soon as you approach, you can smell the faint smell of alcohol on Yan Guilai's body.

Yan returned and waited for Zhou Fan to approach, there was a strange look on his face, he took another look at Zhou Fan and said, "Take me to Xiaoqiu Lake."

Zhou Fan was a little surprised, he didn't understand why he wanted to be named to lead the way? Still, he nodded in agreement.

The two talisman masters Huang Mao and Lu Kui also had expressions of surprise on their faces. Not long after Yan returned, he asked them what happened, and they answered them one by one, including Zhou Fan's eye spell.

When Yan came back and heard that Zhou Fan had killed two cursed ghosts, he said he wanted to see Zhou Fan.

Shangguan said that he wanted to see Zhou Fan, and Huang Fushi and the others would not refuse. Who knew that Yan had just met Zhou Fan when he returned, and he asked Zhou Fan to lead the way without asking anything.

"Master Yan, what about the three of us?" Master Mao Fu asked respectfully.

Yan returned and took a sip of the gourd wine and said, "You go and do your own thing, it's enough for someone to show me the way."

The three of Huang Fushi looked at each other in dismay, but they all answered yes.

Time was urgent, Yan returned and quickly followed Zhou Fan to Xiaoqiu Lake.

Zhou Fan was leading the way, and Yan Guilai behind him was silently drinking the wine from the ice blue gourd. Zhou Fan was a little unsure of how Yan returned, and he didn't dare to speak indiscriminately.

This person is from the Yiluan Division in Tianliang Li, and is the Shangguan of the two talismans of Huang Mao. He dares to deal with the blood corpse alone. His strength is definitely not simple.

When Yan returned, he suddenly said, "Zhou Fan, do you know why I asked you to lead the way?"

"I don't know." Zhou Fan simply said.

Yan returned with a chuckle and said, "Because you became a martial artist at a young age, I heard them say that you have a short time to step into your strength, and you can kill two cursed ghosts in a row. Your talent is very good."

Zhou Fan became vigilant in his heart. He looked at the front and calmly said: "My lord, Miaozan, I can kill two curse ghosts, it is really lucky."

Yan returned and said, "Luck or strength is good, but it is always true that you killed those two cursed ghosts. I asked you to lead the way because in case you let the third one arrive before I clean up the blood corpse coffin. It would be a pity for the cursed ghost to kill."

"Thank you, sir." Zhou Fan said casually, but he was still vigilant in his heart. Did Yan really bring him by his side because he cherished his talents?

However, Zhou Fan did not feel any malice in him.

When Yan returned, he just smiled and didn't speak any more, but continued to drink.

Soon the two arrived near Xiaoqiu Lake.

"Captain Zhou." The two patrolmen who were ordered to guard here greeted from a zhang away. They didn't recognize Yan's return, but they also guessed that this person should be here to help Sanqiu Village solve the trouble.

"Let them leave first." Yan returned and said.

Zhou Fan started to drive away the two patrol members.

Xiaoqiu Lake is very quiet, the blood corpse in the lake is still bleeding continuously, and the blue lake surface has been dyed red.