With a thought, his fist flew out immediately and hit the stone slab on the hillside. "Bang!" The stone slabs exploded into pieces, and his eyes swept to the big tree as thick as a bowl, "Bang boom boom!" Five pine trees were knocked down one after another, and the spikes on the fist were completely broken, and the fist also cracked from the middle position, turning into a mass of crystal light disappeared.

After spending a few minutes of testing, I finally got a clearer understanding of my current strength. Now I am a level 5 warrior, and Zhuo Fan is confident of dealing with it. However, it is a bit difficult to say when facing a five-meter-level giant. You know, the giant is much more perverted than humans.

Zhuo Fan was not too surprised by the power of materialization of mind. He left the eternal sleep of his two teammates and walked towards the hillside. He stared at the shadow of a forest on the hillside and said coldly: "Come out! You have been watching for a while."

After touching his nose, Zhuo Fan said again: "If you don't come out, I can only use other methods to ask you out." As he said that, two crystal fists appeared beside him, and the fists were full of icy thorns of finger length.

"Don't... I'll come out, I'll come out! Master, please let me go!" A man's voice came over, and then he rolled and rolled down the hillside. He rolled to Zhuo Fan's feet before he could barely stop. Although he was clumsy in his movements, his eyes were clever.

Zhuo Fan had a serious expression and was not careless in his heart. His mind was perceived, and he was not afraid even if the other party suddenly attacked him. He looked at the other party's thin face, and his expression looked a little better. He turned his back to the man: "Who are you?"

Looking at Zhuo Fan's back, the man's eyes became cold: "Master, I am a hunter near the third defense line..." His body suddenly rushed out, like a poisonous snake coming out of the cave. A flash of lightning flashed out of his hand and directly stabbed Zhuo Fan's back. The blade was still filled with green light, obviously with poison on the blade. If this knife was stabbed, it would be fatal even if it was just scratched. "Since you know my identity, then go to die! I am the best at sneak attack..."

The man's voice suddenly stopped, and he actually stopped half a meter behind Zhuo Fan. No matter how hard he used, he couldn't move a trace. It turned out that he was blocked by mental power. He snorted coldly and pressed the hidden button on the hilt of the knife, "Swish!" The tip of the knife actually flew out of the hilt of the knife and stabbed Zhuo Fan's vest fiercely.

Zhuo Fan was still indifferent. With a light sound of "pop!", the tip of the knife hit the invisible barrier and flew out. This barrier was an instantaneous guard of thought power.

"You're finished speaking?" Zhuo Fan touched his nose and turned around. A pair of hideous crystal fists appeared out of thin air and floated in front of him. "It's my turn to be below."

At this moment, the man's face turned green, and his crystal fist flew over. His eyes turned, and he suddenly burst into laughter when the fist hit him: "Hahaha!" The fist stopped, and Zhuo Fan looked at him with some confusion.

"This master is indeed amazing. I just wanted to test your strength, but I didn't expect that he was no match for you at all." He turned respectful and looked at Zhuo Fan pitifully. "A master like you must be disdainful to attack an ordinary hunter."

Zhuo Fan looked at him and nodded, his expression as warm as the sun. "Of course not..."

Unfortunately, this man is obviously not an ordinary hunter.

The next moment, a scream like a pig slaughter came from the hillside. When the screams subsided, the man who claimed to be a hunter had already swollen face as if he was a pig's head.

"What's your name?" Zhuo Fan squatted down without any taste, sitting on the same level as the man sitting.

"My name is Shannan... Master, you are so inauthentic. You actually hit me with such a handsome face..." The man rubbed his swollen face, and a hint of anger flashed across his eyes.

Zhuo Fan's mental power moved, and four ferocious fists appeared out of thin air. When the mountain man saw the fist, he immediately showed a flattering smile on his face: "Master, you beat well, I feel that I am a little more handsome now. Master, do you have anything else to ask?"

After patting Shan Man on the shoulder, Zhuo Fan's eyes felt a little heavy: "If my captain saw you, you should be dead now." Shan Man had a gold ring on his hand and his waist bag was bulging. It was obvious that these belongings were not from any right path. If Moen saw it alive, he would definitely shoot him.

Shan Man was startled by Zhuo Fan's words, and he jumped up directly. "Slam" suddenly, a small bag of exquisite jewelry fell from his sleeve. Zhuo Fan's expression became less natural when he saw Zhuo Fan's gaze. Shan Man felt something was wrong when he saw Zhuo Fan's eyes. His expression suddenly became solemn and his tone was low: "Master! If you don't kill me, you will definitely not get my treasure."

Zhuo Fan glanced at him coldly, and the crystal fist appeared again, five seconds later.

The mountain man's cheeks were swollen again. "Master...you can take it whatever you want."

"How can this work?" Zhuo Fan began to be polite.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I suddenly get the disease of being unrighteous. So master, please take it casually... as long as you don't slap my handsome face."

"Next time." Zhuo Fan was meaningful.

Shan Nan was a little puzzled. Should he fight next time or not next time? He became entangled.

Zhuo Fan moved his mental power, and an inconspicuous little bell floated in the pile of jewelry. The mountain man was a little surprised because the bell was not a valuable thing. He smiled on his face, looked at Zhuo Fan and said, "Master, since you like it, I'll sell it to you at a cheap price. How about a 100,000 yuan price?"

Zhuo Fan nodded. Under the influence of mental power, the bell had floated into his hands. He said generously: "Then I will buy this bell with all your treasures."

"Master, why is it my treasure..." Shan Man's swollen face burst into cold sweat.

After careful observation of the bell, Zhuo Fan found that the bell was very similar to the bell in the hand of the corpse-driver. Although he was not clear about the details, he was still very sure. When his mental power moved, he wrapped around the bell. Although he did not make any sound, he could see obvious traces of slight fluctuations in his mind.

The waving traces were like a sudden ripples in the stagnant water.

At this moment, Zhuo Fan was almost 90% sure that the bell was the corpse-driver.

"Where did this bell come from?" Zhuo Fan looked at Shan Nan with interest.

Seeing Zhuo Fan in a good mood, the mountain man also relaxed: "A man in weird clothes asked me for directions and asked a very strange question. I was bored and I touched the bell from him. Master, it seems that I was still very wise at that time! Haha!"

"Man? What kind of man?"

Shan Man flipped his eyelids and recalled it. He began to describe the appearance and figure of the man he remembered. Zhuo Fan was only halfway through and was convinced that he was a corpse driver. After listening to Shan Man's introduction, Zhuo Fan began to wonder. "Is this really a corpse driver? Why didn't he ride his own flying saucer? Where did that Priscilla go?"

Last night, although Zhuo Fan witnessed the battle between the two, he didn't know the result.

Shannon said, proudly: "Master, do you know how that man asked for directions? You will never guess how he asked! To be honest, this is the first time I have lived in these decades, and I have seen someone ask for directions like this."

"Well..." Although Zhuo Fan nodded, his expression was a little cold on his face.

After slapping his thigh, the mountain man actually stood up: "Master, do you have wine? How can this chat be without wine?"

Although Zhuo Fan had no interest in dialogue, he still wanted to ask where the corpse driver was going, so he could stay away from him. Moreover, now he is anxious to go back to complete the task. There is a certain risk of going back to the military camp. If Kong Chao is intercepted, it would be a problem. Kong Chao would definitely not let him go easily. If he could contact Ling Bingyan, it would be different. With Ling Bingyan interfering, Kong Chao would have to restrain himself. After completing this evil spirit-level task, he could buy [Special Medicine].

After buying the medicine, he left the military camp. By then, Kong Chao wanted to cause trouble for him, and it would not be that easy. If it really doesn't work, he still has a silver card that [must die]...

After a moment of silence, Zhuo Fan took out the silver metal wine bottle and threw it over. If Moen was still alive, Shan Nan would never be able to drink alive.

After catching the bottle, Shannon shook it, and there was still half of the drink inside. He raised his thumbs up at Zhuo Fan: "The master is so generous."

"Gudu Gudu!" Shan Man hollowed out the bottle in an intoxicating manner, "Ha!" He looked at the empty bottle and was still a little reluctant to leave. "Good wine! Good wine!" Shan Man shook his hand and the bottle was thrown back by him.

Zhuo Fan reached out to catch it, and a "slam!" sound came from the bottle. He only now realized that something seemed to be hidden in the bottle. He had enough wine before, but he really didn't notice it.

Zhuo Fan hesitated for a moment, and calmly put away the bottle.

Shan Man's face was flushed, his eyes glowed and stood up: "Master, that weird guy actually asked me where the most beautiful woman is. How could you ask me this way?" He looked at Zhuo Fan not very interested and said again. "This is not the most critical. The most critical is that when he heard about the cold roses of the Empire, his expression was ugly, as if he was going to kill someone..."

When Zhuo Fan heard the news about Ling Bingyan, he pricked up his ears. After listening to the words of Shan Nan, he speculated that the corpse driver seemed to be the same as his target, and was Ling Bingyan's place. This was not good news for him. Fortunately, it was still during the day, and Zhuo Fan was not very afraid of the corpse driver. Because only at night can the corpse tide show its terribleness. Even with the [Corpse Sound Ring] of the corpse driver, Zhuo Fan could not ignore the terribleness of the corpse tide.

So in order to complete the task, the most important thing now is that he can find Ling Bingyan in time during the day.
Chapter completed!