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 the body size was exaggerated, and the weight was as high as three hundred catties.

But now that Zhou Fan has entered the high stage of strength, for him with a strength of 15,000 catties, a knife of 300 catties is not heavy.

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

The fog didn't speak, he just waved his hand, and the drifting gray mist swirled towards the heavy knife, swirling around the blade.

The heavy knife that had been transformed by the fog fused with these gray mist, and the length and width of the heavy knife continued to increase, until it increased to a zhang long and three feet wide.

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

Since entering the strength section, Zhou Fan's perception of weight is very keen, he estimated it a little, and the heavy knife in his hand was about 1,500 catties!

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

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

Zhou Fan put down the knife and said goodbye to the fog and exited the gray river space.

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

He patted the dust on his body, lit the wick of the oil lamp, the light turned on, and the old man lying on the ground just raised his head slightly, gestured to Zhou Fan, and put the dog's head on the ground.

Zhou Fan didn't go anywhere, he sat quietly in the house, and after the patrol members on duty at night came back, he went out to say hello to Lu Kui and Wu Tianba.

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

However, Zhou Fan didn't pay much attention to it, turned around and went back to the house, and not long after, the thin monkey also came to him.

Zhou Fan handed over the three small flame talismans to the thin monkey, and gave 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 wouldn't go back this morning, after all, he killed the second curse ghost in the evening, if there is no accident, the curse ghost is getting closer and closer to him, and it is too risky to go back at this time.

It would be more appropriate to stay in the camp.

Zhou Fan was not idle when he meditated in the house, he continued to practice the knife, and each time the straight knife was chopped, there were two changes, and the silent knife and the sharp knife momentum had gradually combined.

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

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

"The two elders let you go over the Fu House. Said the patrol officer 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 patrol member to the Fu House.

Outside the door of the Fu House, Huang Mao's two Fu Masters and Lu Kui were carefully accompanying a strange middle-aged man, the middle-aged man was wearing a light green collared 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's right hand also held an ice blue wine gourd and poured wine into his mouth, and the face that looked Luotuo did not become red because of drinking, and it looked a little pale.

Zhou Fan walked to a foot away and stopped, he knew in his heart that this middle-aged man was the envoy in the cool weather.

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

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

Master Huang Fu introduced Zhou Fan with a smile: "This is Lord Yan of the Tianliang Li Yi Luan Division's Anton Envoy Yan's return. ”

Zhou Fan bowed and said, "Lord Yan." ”

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

Zhou Fan hesitated, but still approached, and as soon as he got closer, he could smell the faint smell of wine on Yan Huilai's body.

Yan returned and waited for Zhou Fan to approach, his face showed a hint of discoloration, he glanced at Zhou Fan seriously again, and said, "You take me to Xiaoqiu Lake." ”

Zhou Fan was a little surprised in his heart, he didn't understand why he was naming himself to lead the way, but he still nodded and agreed.

Huang Mao's two talismans and Lu Kui also showed surprise on their faces, and not long after Yan returned, he asked them about what happened, and they answered one by one, including Zhou Fan's eye curse.

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

Shangguan said that he wanted to see Zhou Fan, of course Huang Fushi and they would not refuse, who knew that Yan had just met Zhou Fan when he returned, and he almost didn't ask anything, so he let Zhou Fan lead the way.

"Lord Yan, what about the three of us?" asked Master Mao with a respectful expression.

Yan Hui took a sip of 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, but they still responded in unison.

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

Zhou Fan led the way in front, Yan Huilai behind him was silently drinking the wine in the ice blue gourd, Zhou Fan was a little confused about the number of ways Yan returned, and he didn't dare to speak indiscriminately.

This person is from the Tianliang Li Yi Luan Division, and he is the official of the two talisman masters of Huang Mao, and he dares to deal with the blood corpse coffin alone, and his strength is definitely not simple.

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

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

Yan Huilai chuckled and said, "Because you became a martial artist at a young age, I heard them say that you have been in strength for a short time, and you can kill two curse ghosts in a row, and your talent is very good." ”

Zhou Fan became vigilant in his heart, he looked ahead and said calmly: "My lord, I can kill two curse ghosts, there is really some luck." ”

Yan Hui said: "Luck or strength, but it is always a fact that you killed those two cursed ghosts, and I asked you to lead the way because it would be a pity for you to let the third cursed ghost who arrived kill before I cleaned up the bloody corpse coffin." ”

"Thank you, sir. Zhou Fan said casually, still vigilant in his heart, is this Yan really returning because he cherishes his talents, so he takes him with him?

However, Zhou Fan really didn't feel any malice on his part.

Yan returned just smiling and didn't speak again, but continued to drink.

Soon the two of them were near the lake on the hill.

"Captain Zhou. The two patrolmen who were ordered to stay here stood outside and greeted each other, they didn't recognize Yan Hui, but they also guessed that this person should have come to help Sanqiu Village solve the trouble.

"Let them go first. Yan Hui spoke.

Zhou Fan drove away the two patrol members.

The lake was silent, the bloody coffins in the lake were still bleeding, and the blue surface of the lake had been stained red.