Weird World of Immortality

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 that Zhou Fan has entered the high level of strength, for him with 15,000 pounds of strength, a three-hundred-pound knife is not too heavy.

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

Wu didn't speak, he just waved his hand, and the floating gray fog swirled towards the heavy sword, swirling around the body of the sword.

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

The hilt of the knife held by Zhou Fan's hands sank, and he quickly 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 wield the sword to practice basic swordsmanship.

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 the 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 nothing abnormal, he climbed 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, as a gesture to Zhou Fan, and then put the dog's head on the ground.

Zhou Fan didn't go anywhere. He sat quietly in the house. After the patrolmen on duty at night came back, 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, he 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 last night 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 more appropriate to stay in the camp.

Zhou Fan was not doing nothing while sitting in the house. He continued to practice the sword. Every time the straight sword around the head was cut out, there were two changes.

After practicing swordsmanship 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 asked you to go through the Fu House." said the patrolman outside the door.

Zhou Fan was refreshed when he heard this, he put the knife in its sheath, pushed open the wooden door and followed the patrolman to the Talisman's house.

Outside the door of the Fu house, 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 few feet away. He knew 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 glanced 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 while, but he still approached. As soon as he approached, he could smell the faint smell of alcohol on Yan Guilai's body.

When 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 curse.

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 returned to meet Zhou Fan, 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 leads the way in front~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Behind him, Yan Guihui is silently drinking the wine from the ice blue gourd. Zhou Fan is a little confused about how Yan returned, so he doesn't dare to speak indiscriminately.

This person is from the Yiluan Division in Tianliangli, and he is the Shangguan of the two talismans of Huangmao. He dares to deal with the blood corpse coffin alone. His strength is definitely not simple.

When Yan came back, 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 and said with a chuckle, "Because you became a martial artist at a young age, I heard from them that you have a very 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 cursed ghosts, it's really a bit of luck."

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 came back, he just smiled and didn't speak any more, but continued drinking.

Soon the two of them arrived near Xiaoqiu Lake.

"Captain Zhou." The two patrolmen who were ordered to guard here greeted him from a distance of ten feet. They didn't recognize Yan's return, but they could guess that this man was here to help Sanqiu Village solve the problem.

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

Zhou Fan immediately drove away the two patrolmen.

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