After getting a piece of obsidian, Chen Fan's originally suppressed mood changed instantly. It was a complete accident to obtain obsidian this time. He did not expect that there would be obsidian in such a small corner. It was a big explosion in character!

He also got a piece of ten thousand-year-old sunken Yin wood before, and today he got this piece of obsidian again. Then he found the remaining Qingyin Sand and the Black Iron Essence, and Chen Fan could forge the strongest weapon of humanity!

Since you can find a few spiritual herbs and refining materials, you can be sure that there are still many things suitable for cultivation in this world, otherwise he would not be so messy that he would pick up this vacant. He believed that there would definitely be those two things in this world, and maybe there would be one in this city! But he didn't discover it.

With such thoughts, Chen Fan became even more eager to go out to search for spiritual herbs and materials. Zombies were constantly changing, and his and his friends became more and more dangerous. Without strong strength, it would be difficult to protect themselves. If there was a flying sword, even with Chen Fan's current low-level cultivation, he could still be a big shot in this city!

However, Qingyin Sand and Black Iron Essence are even more precious. If you can accidentally get the sunken Yin Wood and Obsidian, then Qingyin Sand and Black Iron Essence are definitely not that simple.

"Little Ronaldo? Why did he come back so early today?"

After passing through a curved path of sheep intestine, he entered an old house similar to a courtyard house. A sound came from a thick iron door that had just been opened. Chen Fan could hear it from this tone that this was Uncle Ming's voice. However, compared with the textured sound last time, Uncle Ming's voice was extremely weak.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Zhen Shanhu with a very pale face and a depressed expression. Chen Fan was shocked. Is this the burly tough guy who was so arrogant that he wanted to teach him a lesson? He couldn't help but spread his spiritual sense and swept the tough guy. He found that he had indeed suffered a serious internal injury, but fortunately, he was strong in the foundation. I believe that he could recover with enough time to heal his injuries, but if he wanted to recover, he didn't know that it was the year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

Zhen Shanhu, who is known for his taciturnity, was stunned when he saw Chen Fan and others, and then showed a look of joy. However, this expression flashed and he snorted coldly to restore his black face.

Chen Fan had a bad impression of this wood at first, and those who had tried it were a little scared. He thought he didn't see it and went directly to Zhen Shanhu. The room was very small and the light was very dim, but Chen Fan still looked at Uncle Ming who was sleeping in the bed as soon as possible.

Uncle Ming's face was bloodless, his limbs were weak, and his expensive white shirt had long lost his style of yesterday. He turned into a tattered linen cloth with blood on it. A large area of ​​his chest was stained with blood. It had dried up and turned into dark red. It was obvious that he had vomited a lot of blood...

"Little Luo, why are you..."

Uncle Ming thought it was Xiao Luo, but he didn't expect that a face he was looking forward to appeared in front of him. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and rub it again. He was already weak and said tremblingly: "Brother Chen? Is it really you?"

"Uncle Ming, I haven't seen you for a few days, you..." Chen Fan looked at Uncle Ming who was lying on the wooden bed in the corner and said with concern. He looked at the room again. Although it was simple, it was stronger than solid. There was also a window sealed inside behind, which should be in case of emergency. It seemed that the injured Uncle Ming was more cautious.

Wu Yin was the second time to come in, but Zhen Shanhu Dasheng, who was standing at the door, was alert. Based on his years of judgment on danger, this beautiful woman with a cold face was definitely not a simple character. She was holding a slender sharp knife in her hand, and her whole body was filled with a dangerous aura.

He immediately stopped Wuyin and said gloomyly: "You can't go in!"

Wuyin can't care so much. She also listened to her master's words. She said she would follow her. Seeing this black-faced man blocking the way, she raised her knife and slashed her.

Zhen Shanhu was shocked. He was seriously injured at this time. How dare he take the violent knife? He was about to retreat.

"Wuyin, don't!" Chen Fan drank Wuyin in time, and Chen Xiaopang, the only person who dared to approach Wuyin, was always a little conscious and knew that it would be a big problem for his own people to fight. His obese body stopped Wuyin in front of him.

Wu Yin got the order from his master, so she naturally pounded the raised knife down. Zhen Shanhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. If this knife was really chopped down, he would be the one who suffered the loss in this narrow space.

Chen Fan also ignored this point. Wu Yin must always follow him when he appeared in front of a stranger. He was just so eager to come in first, but he didn't expect that Zhen Shanhu, a fool, would stop Wu Yin with a knife in his hand so ignorantly.

The irritable Zhen Shanhu suddenly became angry and glared at him. He met Chen Fan twice, but suffered a loss both times.

Chen Xiaopang looked at the black-faced man's muscles and couldn't help but reach out to pat his chest. Zhen Shanhu was just a piece of wood, and he could not withstand Chen Xiaopang's naughtyness. He immediately took a step back.

Chen Xiaopang was stunned and said unhappy: "I said, this tough guy with a hard body, what do you think? Didn't you see the crowd outside? We have no sexual interest in your chastity, so do you need to be so careful about us?"

"Besides, I just want to see if your chest muscles are not useful, and you are not touching your bottom. Do you have a cleanliness habit?"

Zhen Shanhu couldn't bear Chen Xiaopang's crazy words. He didn't know what this fat man came from, and directly understood that Chen Xiaopang was an extremely arrogant person, which immediately made him even more angry. He just kept looking at Chen Xiaopang, but didn't find anything extraordinary about him. He sneered: "Who are you? Parasite?"

This not only made Chen Xiaopang angry, but even Liu Yan glared at him. However, Huang Mei, who had seen this situation, was used to it.

"Xiaopang, scold him!" Liu Yan instructed Chen Xiaopang to do bad things without hesitation. He asked him to scold him instead of going up to fight. Of course, Chen Xiaopang is the kind of scumbag who is countless times more powerful than his hands and feet. If he wants him to go up and take action, even if Zhen Shanhu was seriously injured, Chen Xiaopang would have to be abused as a dog.

As soon as he heard the goddess speak angrily, Chen Xiaopang would not seize the opportunity to act as a man! He stepped forward and put his hand in his waist, stretched out his fingers to point at Zhen Shanhu and said angrily: "Mr. Jing, I am your uncle! How dare you call you a parasite? I have eaten one grain and one meter of your food? Is he a man? When he returned from the box of food from outside, he didn't know where you were hiding as a mouse! You are so awesome, let's go out for a walk. If you don't die, continue until you walk until you die! Do you dare?"

Chen Xiaopang used all kinds of martial arts, and even used his life as a bet. His momentum was directly overwhelming Zhen Shanhu, and he was as if he was afraid to fight.

"You--!" The dull Zhen Shanhu was not good at speaking. He was good at attacking him, but how could he be Chen Xiaopang's opponent? He was scolded and couldn't even say anything.

I have seen a madman, but I have never seen such a madman who doesn't follow the norm. Not to mention that he is injured, he doesn't dare to go out for a walk even at the peak. What is this young fat man who is not old? Do you really have unknown skills?

Chen Xiaopang, who was unreasonable, continued to curse: "Your uncle! Don't think that you can be more tough than your little master Jing. I have lived for so long and have never seen anything. I have never seen you as skilled as others, relying on two muscles to fool others. I..."

"Shut up!" Chen Fan cursed, thinking, why does this guy always do this, and he doesn't have a calm mind everywhere. He scolds him as soon as he meets him. How can he get along with him in the future? Just explain apologetically: "You just ignore the stupid cousin I picked up halfway."

Uncle Ming also said in time: "Okay, the tigers are all their own people, so don't be sorry."

Zhen Shanhu snorted coldly and walked out directly, without seeing the truth because he was indeed very angry.

Chen Xiaopang was unhappy when he heard Chen Fan introduce him like this, and protested: "What? What do you mean by cousin? I have put a lot of effort along the way! Can everyone get here without me? You have to touch your little white breasts and speak with your conscience. Also, when will I get my barbecue for me?"

Chen Fan said directly: "There is a small fish pond on the outside. Go and catch and see if there is any fish. I'll bake it for you to eat."

Uncle Ming, who had been unable to interfere before, looked embarrassed and said in a weak voice: "It's gone... I've been caught by a tiger..."

Chen Xiaopang immediately resented and said, "Grass! What a tiger, so cruel, I don't know how to leave one for Master Jing. It's his worth to scold him to death."

Chen Fan slapped his forehead with one hand and said softly: "Uncle Ming, can you not be so honest?"

Uncle Ming suddenly had an idea and said, "The big one is gone, the small ones are still there, yes, the small ones are still there!"

"Wow, Uncle Ming, you said it earlier! How can you be so dishonest in life?" Chen Fan pretended to be treacherous, but his face was treacherous and secretly reached out to Uncle Ming with a thumbs up. "Cousin, turn left, remember not to quarrel with that tiger."

But when he turned around, Chen Xiaopang's figure was gone...

Chen Fan looked at Uncle Ming who was in a state of depression while lying on the bed and said with a smile: "Okay, Uncle Ming, let's talk about the main business, what's going on in the camp?"

Uncle Ming's eyes gradually became empty and lost their focal length. He sighed and said, "It's a long story...that day..."
Chapter completed!