The fluttering snow foam sprinkled in the boundless wilderness, adding a touch of snow-white coat to the Ma Jiaji in winter, the faint smoke slowly rose, and another morning came.

Gan Ping looked at the snowflakes outside the window, as if he thought of something, and couldn't help but sigh. Several days have passed, and Huo'er has not woken up, but Gan Ping is not very anxious, he knows that the longer the time, the more beneficial it will be for Huo'er's bloodline awakening. Mr. Zhang was only slightly surprised when he saw Huo'er falling asleep, but he also knew that this kind of strange beast could not be handled by common sense. It's just that it has become more and more unpeaceful in recent days, which makes Gan Ping a little uneasy.

That day, the evil ghost attached to Xiaohuan's body, a moth pounced on Gan Ping's body like a moth, but it was refined by his extreme yang spirit, and there was no trace of remnant soul left, which couldn't help but make everyone present stunned, although it was not clear what was going on, but this evil ghost could no longer harm the village, but it was also a happy event.

After this incident spread, the reputation of the master and apprentice spread in the village, Mr. Zhang angrily reprimanded the evil ghosts, righteous and heroic, Xiao Ganping was not afraid of danger, and was righteous and repelled the ghosts. A variety of versions circulated among each other in the village, and the originally honest and simple villagers also gossiped like this, which Gan Ping did not expect. Thinking about it, although the village is a mess of harmony and mutual friendship, it is also a backwater, and suddenly there is such a sensational event, of course, there are many discussions.

But before these villagers talked about this strange thing with relish, there were several ghost possessions in the village, fortunately, these ghosts were not as vicious as Xiaohuan's, Li Erniang stepped out and used a little means to startle it away. This also makes the identities of Li Erniang and Mr. Zhang more and more respected in the village, even Gan Ping is going out now, and the younger ones have to call Mr. Xiao, which makes the little Gan Ping a little crying and laughing.

Gan Ping faintly felt that these things should have something to do with the spiritual power surge that night, since that day, Gan Ping found that the spiritual power was actually a lot stronger when he cultivated, and he couldn't help but be even more puzzled, but he didn't know what happened. He had already begun to cultivate the Wraith Soul Transformation Technique, and he had made a lot of progress recently, and it seemed that it would not take him a few months to turn the power of the Divine Soul into a filament, wrap it around the ring of Dao Xuan Shenzi, and leave his own Divine Soul Imprint, and he would be able to control it freely.

It is now the farming season, and most of the sturdy men in the village go hunting in the mountains, and although the snow has fallen in the mountains, these experienced hunters can still find traces of their prey. Strange to say, after the snow fell this year, there were a lot of prey in the mountains, which made the people in the village overjoyed. The old horse head also invited Mr. Zhang to drink a few times, but Gan Ping couldn't forget the old horse head sighing after drinking. This prey should have been happy, but what is this old horse head worried about? Gan Ping was full of questions, and the old horse head who was drunk once finally told the truth.

This old horse head has lived from childhood to old age in Majiaji, and has experienced a lifetime of ups and downs, and this time the increase in prey for no reason made him see some clues, "This is the beast in the mountains is running out, and there is chaos inside." Mr. Zhang couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "Ma Lao, if there is a mess, there will be a mess, isn't it a good thing to have more prey?" "Alas, you scholar." The old horse's head drank a little too much, and the gentleman stopped screaming, and said directly: "You are a scholar, you don't understand the rules in this mountain, only when there is chaos in the mountain, this beast will run around." Small beasts are really prey, but what about beasts like tigers and leopards? Mr. Zhang was shocked when he heard this, "There is still such a thing, how can it be good?" "No way, wait, if you don't come, it's best, I have already asked those juniors to be prepared, if they come, it will inevitably be a tough battle." Speaking of this, the old horse's face, which had always been smiling, also showed a trace of sorrow.

Gan Ping thought about the gloomy face of the old horse head that day, and he was also a little worried, and the precautions in the village had obviously increased a lot recently. Originally, everything was fine every day just by closing the big wooden door at the entrance of the village, and now there are people who keep watch at the door every night, and the craftsmanship of striking iron in Majia Village is famous far and wide, and there are naturally some weapons such as knives and guns in the warehouse, and now they are all taken out, and they are distributed door to door, Mr. Zhang also has two pieces in this small yard, but these two weapons...

Thinking of these two weapons, Gan Ping wanted to laugh, one of them is a long one foot four feet long Daguan knife, weighing three hundred and seventy-two pounds, recently Shuangning Temple to rebuild the Taoist temple, to the statue of the god to rebuild the golden body, this big knife is intended to be shipped away in the spring next year, loaded on the statue, now carried to Mr. Zhang's yard, in the eyes of ordinary villagers, Mr. Zhang angrily slashed the evil ghost, is already a fairy-like figure, this Daguan knife is also placed in the warehouse, carried to Mr. Zhang here may be a weapon in hand? These villagers summed it up, and then carried the big knife to the private school, looking at the three or four hundred pounds of big knife, Mr. Zhang's face turned blue for a while, but it was not good to attack, Gan Ping obviously saw that Mr. Zhang's hand holding his beard was trembling, and he couldn't help laughing secretly.

In the evening, the old horse head who had been busy for a day heard the news and rushed over, and he couldn't help but secretly laugh when he saw this big knife, when Mr. Zhang angrily reprimanded the evil ghosts, he was also present, of course he knew the cause and effect of the matter, this god and ghost killing was made up by those ignorant villagers, and this group of bastard boys who loosened their weapons from door to door actually took it seriously.

At that moment, the old horse head couldn't help but smile and comforted Mr. Zhang, and then left a small dagger and left. In his opinion, Mr. Zhang is still the weak scholar who has no power to tie the chicken, if he gives him a weapon but a pearl secretly, even if the demon beast comes, he will not be able to let Mr. Zhang fight in person, but for the sake of Mr. Zhang's face, he still left such a small dagger here, which can be regarded as a relief.

Listening to the irrepressible laughter of the old horse head as soon as he went out, Mr. Zhang blushed his face, threw the dagger into Gan Ping's arms with his sheath, and brushed his sleeves away. Gan Ping couldn't help laughing, but he still held back, picked up the dagger, and put it aside. But he also disdained this small short knife, and his mind had already rushed to the big knife in the yard.

For a long time, Gan Ping has never shown his strength far beyond ordinary people in the village, and people only regard him as an ordinary child. Now Gan Ping estimates that his strength is definitely more than 3,000 catties, which is the strength of a super-first-class martial artist in the secular world, and his physical strength is also extraordinary.

For ordinary people and ordinary beasts, such a force is enough to surround the village without being violated, but if it is compared with demon beasts, there is still a lot of difference, which is also what the old horse head is worried about.

Gan Ping knew that the knife in the yard, the head of the knife reached five feet away, and the entire knife body was made of a whole piece of fine iron, and the blacksmith in the village used more than ten blacksmiths when he received this business, and he kept beating it for more than a month every day to complete, although this Daguan knife weighed hundreds of catties, no one could wield it, but it was just a decoration that was going to be placed in the Taoist temple, but the old horse head still summoned the best blacksmith in the village to build it carefully, and there were many pilgrims in Shuangningguan, if he hit a tattered big knife there, wouldn't it be a smash of his own signboard？

Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't hold it back in his heart, and when he saw that Mr. Zhang ignored him, he walked out of the door and carefully looked at the Daguan knife in the courtyard. At a glance, I secretly admired the craftsmanship of the blacksmith in the village, the head of this knife is wide, the two-foot-wide knife head is bright, thick and solid, the snow blade is tiny sawtooth against the white snow, flashing with sharp light, the knife head is cast with a dragon swallowing the moon pattern, which makes this knife murderous and cold. Under the cutter head is a knife rod cast as a whole, the long iron cast knife bar is enough to be the thickness of a goose egg, and the tail of the knife is a four-edged sharp cone that is a long ruler, which is murderous.

The more Gan Ping looked at this, the more he liked it, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the blade, forcing the idea of picking it up and dancing. If people see themselves as a three-foot boy, wielding such a heavy and huge weapon, they can't treat themselves as demon beasts?

Just when Gan Ping was reluctant to touch the blade of the knife, a flurry of panicked gongs sounded at the entrance of the village in the distance, and someone was heard shouting: "Come on, the demon beast has entered the village!"

Gan Ping's heart moved, and he was about to run over there, when the door behind him opened, and Mr. Zhang walked out of it, glanced at the fire at the entrance of the village, and said in a deep voice: "Ping'er, go back to the room." Seeing this, Gan Ping could only helplessly obey and walked towards the house dejectedly.

At this time, the old horse head of the neighbor also heard the shouting and went out, said a word to Mr. Zhang, and hurriedly picked up a big knife and ran towards the entrance of the village with his two sons. Fortunately, in the past few days, the old horse saw that there were more and more wild beasts in the nearby woods, and the fierce beasts also increased, so he instructed everyone not to enter the mountain in the near future, but to put some beast traps around the village, and the strong men in the village were all in the village, which made the hearts of the women and children in the village settle down a little.

Although Gan Ping entered the house, he climbed to the window, opened a small crack, and looked out, at this time the entrance of the village was already in flames, shouting, it seemed that the demon beast had entered the village, and the men were resisting the attack. It sounds like the killing cry at the entrance of the village is loud, but it is not panicked, and it seems that the attacking demon beast is not a powerful character.

The men in the village all have the cultivation of second-rate martial artists, and if they are ordinary demon beasts, they can be easily killed. Gan Ping was thinking about it, and suddenly heard a burst of cries for help from the entrance of the village in the south: "Come on, people, there are monsters here, come on!" There are two entrances to the village in the south and west, and now these two entrances are attacked by monsters, which makes the hearts of the people in the village suddenly lift, fortunately, there are entrances in these two directions, and the rest of the directions are all blocked by thick and solid earth walls, and there is no danger for a while. It's just that a bad feeling suddenly surfaced in Gan Ping's heart.