"Oh, my waist, ......" Xia Fan was lying on the meadow in the purple essence grass cave and moaning, the original plan to go to the wealthy city outside the mountain to squander it was temporarily stranded, just because Xia Fan forcibly resisted too much Jinguo Jinye and flashed too violently to his waist, and as a result, he had to lie in the cave and raise him.

However, Xia Fan asked Cang Phantom to carry all the gold back to the cave, and the demon source of the golden spirit ghost spider tree was naturally not let go by Cang Phantom, after absorbing the demon source of the golden tree, the cloud pattern on the surface of the phantom body unconsciously gave birth to a layer of golden light, adding a bit of spiritual power!

And Xia Fan grinned and shouted pain while covering his back and baring his teeth, while looking at Jin Shan in front of him with a smile in his eyes. The strange beast looked at Xia Fan with strange eyes, whining again and again, as if he was very worried about whether his brain was drained by the demon tree, and he was thinking hard about whether there was any way to make up for Xia Fan's brain.

In this way, Xia Fan guarded a golden mountain, endured his back pain in a good mood, and cultivated for several days, and there was an inexhaustible supply of purple essence grass, Xia Fan did not hesitate to run the qi veins day and night, and was familiar with the two tricks of thunder and shock. However, because there is no support from Yuan Dan, the cultivation of the Dao Finger has always been unlawful, with the recent contact and perception of the martial arts, Xia Fan has gradually realized the importance of the Yuan Dan, the martial artist is based on the Yuan Dan, and the vast majority of the martial arts are also born from the Dan, Xuan Ao asks the Dao Finger, but also needs the support of the strong Yuan Dan, Xia Fan can't help but start to feel melancholy for the lack of Yuan Dan.

Once the cultivation is settled, he will not feel that time has passed, more than ten days have passed, the pain on Xia Fan's body has already healed and dissipated, and the pulse and qi in his body have become more accurate, this day Xia Fan feels that his spirit is very good, stretching his muscles and bones are completely unharmed, where can he still hold his indulgent mind that has been depressed for a long time?

At this time, Xia Fan suddenly found that there was an unusual smart brilliance in the pile of gold, far better than the light reflected by other gold objects, and Xia Fan couldn't help but rummage down curiously. After a while, he found a palm-sized golden tree seed in the gold pile, which was different from the golden dead things on the ground, only to see that the tree species was surrounded by a dense golden light aura, and it seemed that the core of the seed contained an amazing spiritual power. Holding it in the palm of his hand, Xia Fan even faintly felt a little tingling and burning in his hand, Xia Fan felt strange, so he took it into his arms alone, and prepared to take it to Yun Qingya for identification in the future.

Xia Fan filled a bag full of gold, jumped on Cang Fan's back in high spirits, and set off with a bang, Cang Fan rushed out hundreds of miles in an instant like a wind. Xia Fan only felt that the light and shadow in front of him were blurred, and the wind was whistling in his ears, and he flew out of the mountains and fields after a short time.

When Xia Fan stood on the hillside and looked at the town of the dead not far away, he said to Cang Fan with a broken heart, "Brother, can you have a little imagination? I told you that the consumption level is the most expensive, the most luxurious, and the most extravagant, so you brought me here? Haven't you been to any other place where there are people except for this place?"

"Whew!" cried out indifferently, and walked to a large tree next to him and lay down to rest.

Xia Fan sighed helplessly, since he came, let's go to Xiangsheng Town again, and buy some wine to pass Yun Qingya by the way.

When Xia Fan walked outside the town of the afterlife, he saw the blood sword left there by Yin Chenyin that day from a distance, and now the blood on the sword has long since dried up, and the sword seems to still exude an extremely strong murderous aura when you look at it, and it is still chilling under the scorching sun!

However, when Xia Fan walked to the entrance of the town, he couldn't help but stop, and the scene in front of him made Xia Fan's eyes straighten.

I saw a clay statue erected outside the town at some point, and the shape was a young man in a long robe riding a strange beast. At this time, there are a few people kneeling in front of the clay sculpture on incense, chanting words in their mouths, pious and humble.

The more Xia Fan looked at the clay sculpture, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he walked behind the people and asked, "Who are you worshipping here? Why didn't you see such a scenic spot last time?"

When those people heard the sound and looked back, they were all stunned, and one of them reacted and hurriedly kowtowed to Xia Fan, exclaiming, "The hero has appeared! The hero has appeared!" The other people also hurriedly kowtowed to Xia Fan when they saw it, "The hero has appeared!

"Stop!" Xia Fan immediately broke off, "What are you doing here?"

"Worship you, heroes!" said the crowd reverently.

"Why do I live so well?" Xia Fan said angrily, "Are you cursing me to death?"

"A living hero, a living hero!" said the crowd and kowtowed again and again.

"Get up for me!" Xia Fan shouted angrily, which frightened the few people and one after another, and timidly lowered their heads and did not dare to stand up straight in front of Xia Fan.

"What the hell is going on?" Xia Fan asked angrily, pointing to the clay sculpture.

"This ...... This is the god throne set up by the big guy for the hero, your old man!"

"God, your sister, what kind of god position do I have to live well?" Xia Fan said angrily, "I said that I have had many disasters and difficulties in the past few days, and I have been unlucky everywhere!

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" Those few people shouted in a loud voice, "This is not a few days ago, the hero you showed your divine power and forced the demon to retreat, the demon left the fierce sword there, everyone thinks that only the hero your divine power can suppress the fierce sword, so the hero your god position is here, so the town is peaceful!"

"Why should I let me give you a pestle here in the wind and sun? Who came up with the idea? Look at me if I don't kill him alive!"

"Oh! It's me who can't think about it! Heroes are not strange! Let's go back and mobilize everyone to build an ancestral hall for your old god!" After saying that, those people took advantage of the situation and ran away, for fear of being blamed by Xia Fan and suffering.

"......" Xia Fan looked at his clay sculpture angrily and angrily, and he didn't know whether to dismantle or keep it, and he didn't know what to do.

After all, it was his own statue, and he couldn't do anything, so Xia Fan had to hold his breath and enter the town to see who to look for.

However, as soon as Xia Fan walked into the town, everyone he met on the road kowtowed to Xia Fan, as the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, not to mention that people still kowtow to you? Xia Fan reluctantly gave up the idea of finding someone to settle accounts, and planned to buy wine and leave quickly.

Xia Fan walked directly to the alley where he bought wine last time, threw a piece of gold directly into the black house with a familiar car, and shouted angrily, "Buy wine!"

"Wait!" There was a stiff cold drink in the house, and after a while, he saw a strange shadow flying out of the room, and when Xia Fan saw it clearly, he found that it was dozens of leather wine jugs tied together and flew out! Xia Fan hurriedly hugged the dozens of wine jugs that were tied together and were almost buried directly.

Xia Fan was about to complain angrily, but he heard a stiff sentence in the room, "Come often!

Xia Fan saw that the shopkeeper chose to open the door to do business in this alley but did not dare to show his face, and suddenly remembered the survival difficulties of the people in this rebirth town, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, and no longer entangled in the strange behavior of these people, but sympathized with these people, and reluctantly picked up those wine jugs and walked out of the alley.

As he walked, Xia Fan suddenly caught a glimpse of a lonely stall on the side of the road with several pieces of armor and weapons, one of which was a short sword with excellent workmanship and good quality, which attracted Xia Fan's attention. The short knife he used before was an ordinary product, and the previous battle with the Golden Spirit Ghost Spider Tree had already broken and rolled up, and Xia Fan was interested in changing to a new weapon.

Xia Fan walked to the stall and squatted down and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this short sword?"

The stall owner, a young man in his mid-thirties, was sitting listlessly on the ground dozing off when he heard someone asking for a price and hurriedly looked up. However, when he saw that it was Xia Fan, he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, "Heroic benefactor!

"Okay, okay, stop it!" Xia Fan said impatiently, "Don't stop, believe it or not, I'll slap you to death!"

The man hurriedly stopped, looked at Xia Fan respectfully and carefully, and said humbly, "Take whatever the hero likes!"

"How much does that dagger cost?"

"It's for the hero's benefactor!"

"Don't you look down on me from the mountains, believe it or not, I'll choke you to death with the golden fruit!" Xia Fan said as he took out a gold nugget from the leather pocket on his waist and threw it to the stall owner, "Is it enough?"

"Enough! Enough!" said the stall owner hurriedly, "It's too much!

"Find your sister!" Xia Fan snorted angrily and picked up the short sword and looked at it.

"This ......" the stall owner was embarrassed when he heard this, "the sister in the lower house is far away in Dou Yuan, I am afraid that it will be ...... at this moment."

"......" Xia Fan shook his head helplessly and asked, "I see that the things you have here are quite good, but they seem to be the equipment of the soldiers, you turned out to be Dou Yuan's general?"

The stall owner nodded and said, "It's not a secret, in Xia Yuan, he was a military captain under the account of Marshal Xiaojin of Dou Yuan's army, and now he has no way to continue here, so he has to sell his military equipment, just to exchange for some rations to return to Dou Yuan's home for the rest of his life." ”

"No longer a soldier?" Xia Fan asked casually while fiddling with the short sword in his hand, "Anyway, he is also a captain, and he is an official." ”

"Alas! It's not right!" The stall owner sighed bitterly and said, "All officials and unofficial officials are pawns in the hands of the superiors, at the mercy of others, and their lives are not up to their own devices! A single letter can cost us more than 100,000 lives!"

"Oh, how do you say that?" Xia Fan said curiously when he heard this.

The stall owner said bitterly, "I'm afraid the benefactor doesn't know, some time ago, the heroic benefactor, the people you saved from the Killing God Sword are actually the remnants of the soldiers who escaped from the Beifeng Pass in the territory of the Yanchen Clan. However, when we sent our troops from Dou Yuan, there were 150,000 horses, but now only less than 1,000 people have fled here. If it weren't for the rescue of your heroic benefactor that day, I'm afraid that our people would definitely be unable to escape death, and the 150,000 Dou Yuan Erlang would have been wiped out in the end!"

"Hmm...... I've heard about that, too. Xia Fan comforted the stall owner and said, "The festival mourns and changes, it's good for you to leave these people alive, just ...... alive."

"But benefactor, do you know why our 150,000 Dou Yuan sons went on an expedition of thousands of miles, but in the end ended up in a foreign country?" said the stall owner, who couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Why?" Xia Fan asked.

The stall owner gritted his teeth and said angrily, "It's just because of a secret letter from Sha Ze, the secretary of the Dead Minister!"

“？！......”