Zhou Fan looked at the heavy knife in his hand. The heavy knife was seven feet long and two feet wide. It can be said that it was an exaggerated body shape and weighed as high as 300 kilograms.

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

"Mist, this knife is too light." Zhou Fan shouted to the fog sitting in a daze.

The fog didn't say anything, he just waved his hand, and the floating gray fog gathered towards the heavy knife, lingering around the blade.

The heavy knife transformed by the fog merges with these gray fog. The length and width of the heavy knife continue to increase until it increases to one zhang long and three feet wide before it stops.

The hilt of the knife held by Zhou Fan in both hands sank, and he quickly increased his strength before lifting the heavy knife.

Since entering the strength section, Zhou Fan has a very keen perception of weight. He estimated it a little and the heavy knife in his hand was about 1,500 kilograms!

This weight is most suitable for him now, but he began to carefully wield his sword to practice basic sword techniques.

The time of cultivation passed quickly, and Zhou Fan exchanged heavy swords and light swords constantly, and practiced tirelessly until the moment he left the Huihe space, his sword foundation became more solid.

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

The moment he woke up, Zhou Fan turned his head and looked at the dark room. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he crawled out of the bed. It was already lightning outside the room.

He patted the dust on his body, lit the wick of the oil cup, and the lights lit up. The guy lying on the ground just raised his head slightly, signaled Zhou Fan, and then placed the dog's head on the ground.

Zhou Fan didn't go anywhere, so he sat quietly in the house. After the patrol team who was waiting for the night came back, he went out to greet Lu Kui and Wu Tianba.

Lu Kui and Wu Tianba saw that Zhou Fan was safe and sound, and his face was full of surprise.

However, Zhou Fan ignored it and turned around and returned to the house. Not long after, the thin monkey came to find him.

Zhou Fan handed over three small flame talismans to the Shouhou, and gave him a few more words before he asked him to patrol.

Zhou Fan did not go home. He told his parents yesterday evening that he would not go back this morning. After all, he killed the second ghost curse in the evening. If there was no accident, the ghost curse was getting closer and closer to him. The risk of going back at this time is too great.

It is more appropriate to stay in the camp.

Zhou Fan was not doing nothing when sitting in the house. He continued to practice swords. Each straight knife with a ring-headed sword was slashed, which contained two changes. The silent fallen sword and the sharp sword force were gradually combined.

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

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

"The two old men asked you to go through the talisman house." said the patrolman outside the door.

Zhou Fan was excited when he heard this. He put his knife in the sheath, pushed open the wooden door and followed the patrolman to the talisman house.

Outside the door of the fu house, two Fu Masters Huang Mao, Lu Kui was carefully accompanying a strange middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was wearing a light green collar robe, a dark black belt was tied around his waist, and a vermilion wine gourd was hanging on his left waist.

Not only that, the middle-aged man also held an ice blue wine gourd in his right hand and poured wine into his mouth. The Luotuo's face did not turn red because of drinking, and it looked a little blue and white.

Zhou Fan walked ten feet away and stopped. He knew in his heart that eight out of ten middle-aged man was the special envoy of Tianliangli.

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

"Yes." Zhou Fan nodded and responded, while raising the back of his hand, allowing the middle-aged man to see the blood coffin mark on the back of his hand.

Master Huang Fu smiled and introduced for Zhou Fan: "This is Lord Yan, the Andong envoy of Yiluansi of Tianliangli, who came back to Yan."

Zhou Fan bowed and said, "Mr. Yan."

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

Zhou Fan hesitated for a moment, but still approached. As soon as he approached, he could smell the faint smell of alcohol on Yan Guilai's body.

When Yan Guilai came and waited for Zhou Fan to approach, a strange look appeared on his face. He looked at Zhou Fan seriously and said, "Take me to Xiaoqiu Lake."

Zhou Fan was a little surprised. He didn't understand why he wanted to name him and lead the way? But he nodded and agreed.

Huang Mao and Lu Kui also showed surprise on their faces. Not long after Yan Guilai arrived, they asked them about the incident. They answered one by one, including the incident when Zhou Fan was hit by the eye curse.

When Yan Guilai heard that Zhou Fan had killed two cursed ghosts, he said he wanted to meet Zhou Fan.

Shangguan said he wanted to see Zhou Fan, but Huang Fu and his friends would not refuse. Who knew that Yan Guilai had just met Zhou Fan and asked almost nothing, so he asked Zhou Fan to lead the way.

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

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

Master Huang Fu and the other two looked at each other and responded yes.

Time is urgent, Yan Guilai quickly followed Zhou Fan to Xiaoqiu Lake.

Zhou Fan led the way in front, Yan Guilai behind him was silently drinking wine from the ice blue gourd. Zhou Fan couldn't figure out Yan Guilai's way, and he didn't dare to speak randomly.

This man comes from Yiluansi, Tianliangli, and is the Shangguan of Huang Mao, two talisman masters. He dares to deal with the blood corpse coffin alone, and his strength is definitely not simple.

Yan Guilai suddenly said, "Zhou Fan, do you know why you were asked to lead the way?"

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

Yan Guilai chuckled and said, "Because you became a warrior at a young age, I heard them say that you have a short period of strength in your step and can kill two curse ghosts in a row. You have a very good talent."

Zhou Fan became alert, and he looked ahead and said calmly: "Sir, I can kill two curse ghosts, but there is something to be lucky."

Yan Guilai said, "It's both luck and strength, but it's always true that you killed the two curse ghosts. I asked you to lead the way because it would be a pity if you let the third curse ghost you arrived kill before I cleaned up the blood corpse coffin."

"Thank you, sir." Zhou Fan said casually, still alert in his heart. Was Yan coming back really because of his talent, so he brought him by his side?

However, Zhou Fan did not feel that he had any malice.

Yan came back and just smiled, and did not speak anymore, but continued to drink.

Soon the two of them arrived near Xiaoqiu Lake.

"Captain Zhou." The two patrol members ordered to guard here stood ten feet away and greeted. They did not recognize Yan's return, but they also guessed that this person should be here to help Sanqiu Village solve the problem.

"Let them leave first." Yan Guilai said.

Zhou Fan drove away the two patrol members.
Chapter completed!