Chapter 17 Harvest

Finally getting rid of those overpassionate uncles, Gan Ping followed Mr. Zhang back to the private school. Mr. Zhang didn't ask much. He just told him to have a good rest, but the meaningful glance before leaving surprised Gan Ping. Could Mr. Zhang know that he was telling a lie? I think so. These words can fool the villagers, but how can Mr. Zhang, who gets along with each other day and night, not know that he practices every day? He shook his head with a smile. Gan Ping no longer thought about these things. Since Mr. Zhang did not say it on the spot, he did not mean to expose his lies. Anyway, Gan Ping was convinced that Mr. Zhang would not hurt him.

After such a hard battle, Gan Ping saw his shortcomings. Recently, he has been slacking off and practicing day by day in the mountains and forests, but after coming to Ma Jiaji, his speed was much slower. The comfortable life made him forget the danger, but today's battle calmed down Gan Ping, who was still a little complacent. It turned out that he was nothing.

Today, only a second-order monster will seriously injure himself and kill a few people. What will happen to the more powerful monster? If you encounter it, will you still be as lucky as today, suddenly break out and kill it? It doesn't seem like what you think. The world is full of crises. Only when you have enough strength can you take life and death into your own hands.

At this moment, the unyielding belief in Xuan Mingzi and the Fire Dragon Yuanshen really integrated with Gan Ping. After coming to Ma Jiaji, Gan Ping also thought about spending his life like this, stable and insipid. After this monster attack on the village, he was really clear in his heart that it was not the life he wanted. Looking back on the pleasure and pleasure of the battle with Tiejia Kuiniu, who doesn't like the taste of this winner?

Gan Ping no longer thought much. He sat cross-legged, and began today's practice. He first ran the Binghuo Rongyuan Jue, and carefully realized the difference from the past. When he reached the peak of the cutting iron realm, he obviously felt that the operation of this Fajue was much faster, and the spiritual power absorbed from the surroundings was also several times that of the previous one. He couldn't help but be happy. If it goes on like this, it won't be long before he can reach Zhanyu. At that time, you can absorb all kinds of real fire refining and cultivate it into a dragon-patterned C fire Yuanyang. At that time, this skill was an introduction.

Even so, Gan Ping obviously felt the increase in his physical strength. Now his body is more than twice as strong as before, and his strength is as huge as ten thousand pounds. Gan Ping believes that if he meets Tiejia Kuiniu again, he can beat it with his own strength without relying on the dragon fighting skills.

After testing the progress of Binghuo Rongyuanjue, Gan Ping stopped and began to practice the underworld soul silk. Opening the storage ring as soon as possible is the most urgent priority at present.

The bodies of the two monsters were still in the village. The next day, the old horse gathered the men of the whole village, dragged the bodies of the two monsters to the westernmost small square, and then began to repair the damaged wall gates. This time, the village suffered heavy casualties, but thanks to being guarding the village, otherwise there would be more casualties. At present The first task is to repair the door of the broken wall and settle the villagers whose houses collapsed. As for the two monsters, they are cold and cold, and they are not afraid that the bodies will rot and stink. At this time, they are not in a hurry.

It took three consecutive days to barely repair the broken wall. Those collapsed houses were directly taken to build the wall. The village without a wall was extremely unsafe. There was such a big gap in the wall, and even the village was much colder. Finally, it could enter the demon at will. The wall of the beast and the cold wind was repaired, and a stone fell to the ground in the hearts of the villagers of the whole village.

After repairing the wall, the stolen goods were divided. The iron armor Kui Niu was nearly three feet tall, with a body length of five feet, weighing thousands of pounds. The iron armor made the old horse head and all the hunters worried. Even if he died, the monster's iron armor was still so strong. Finally, he used a stupid method to attract saw blades and big axes, and wasted the power of nine cows and two tigers to dismember this huge thing.

Each family is divided into dozens of catties of beef, which is a monster. It is also a blessing for ordinary people to have such a chance to eat a mouthful of monster meat once in their lives. This monster absorbs the aura of heaven and earth every day to cultivate. The flesh and bones contain a lot of aura, which is extremely nourished. In Xiaoyue City, only those officials and nobles can eat this nourishing monster meat. Now each family is divided into dozens of pounds. How can it surprise these villagers who usually don't have meat?

This iron armor Kui Niu is a treasure. The hard armor skin can be made into armor, the tough cow tendon can make crossbow strings, and the cow's heart is full of blood. It is the excellent medicine to make up for the lack of blood in the weather. The long cow's tail, the bull's whip, and cow's hooves are all white silver in the eyes of the old horse's head. I don't know how many years this barbarian cow has lived. In the abdominal cavity, he also took out a piece of cow yellow weighing more than ten catties, which is really a priceless treasure.

Even if each villager gave dozens of catties of meat, most of the meat of the iron armored cattle was left. Under the leadership of the old horse head, the villagers peeled and bones the huge monster, and finally there was only a huge cow's head left. The hardest part of this iron armored Kuiniu is the double horns on its head. These horns are also a good thing in the eyes of the blacksmith. As long as these horns are removed, they are ground into powder, and sprinkled with such a star when casting weapons, the ordinary weapons will immediately become the magic sword, which is extremely magical.

Although the cow bone effect is not as good as these horns, it is also a good material for making weapons. Looking at these things in front of him, the old horse's eyes are about to narrow into a seam. The whole Ma family has been hitting iron for generations. How can they not know the preciousness of this thing? With these, the old horse head can imagine the future prosperity of Ma Jiaji. How can he not be happy?

Finally, the ghost-patterned blood wolf was also dealt with. The originally wide small square was full of piles of monster materials. The precious thing is that the remaining monster meat is transported to Xiaoyue City, which is enough to exchange the cost of the whole village for a year. It seems that it can have a good year.

On that night, every family smelled meat, and the whole Ma family was shrouded in the fragrant smell of meat. Gan Ping also ate a few pieces of iron armored beef meat. He felt that the monster's meat was indeed unusual, and the taste and fragrance did not disappear. It was just a small piece of meat under the belly, and a stream of heat rose up and walked all over the limbs and bones. It was really tonic.

The next day, the old horse got up early in the morning and personally drove the car to transport the rest of the monster meat to Xiaoyue City. When he came back in the evening, he pulled a whole cart of New Year's goods and looked at the happy smiling faces of the old and young in the village. The old horse thought of Gan Ping, but did not find him in the crowd and ignored the positive. The child who asked for firecrackers, the old horse went to the private school.

When I opened the door, I saw two nerds holding a book and reading each other. The old horse smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, it's so lively that you don't go out to have a look?" Seeing that he was coming, Mr. Zhang said, "I don't like it because it's noisy. I'm still quiet at home." Ha ha, I forgot this. I have sold the monster's meat. The Spring Festival is coming soon. I sold it at a good price and pulled a large car of New Year's goods back. I'll ask someone to bring you some later. Seeing that the two nerds didn't say anything, the old horse turned his head and looked at Gan Ping. What a good child, knowledgeable, and good strength. He secretly thought to himself that the bell at home was about the same size as the child. He or told Mr. Zhang that he could get a baby kiss. Thinking of this, the old horse looked at Gan Ping. The eyes are very different. Grandpa looks at his granddaughter-in-law, and the more he looks at it, the more he likes it.

Gan Ping was looked at by his playful eyes and felt unnatural for a while. He hurriedly said, "Grandpa Ma, hello." The old horse looked up and down at him again and said with a smile, "Gan Ping, I sold the meat of the iron armored Kui beef. That thing can't be left for a long time. The rest of the materials are still on the square. I'm just here to ask you, what you are going to do with these things. You killed the monster alone. This material is yours, no There are rules in the village that each family must share a piece of meat when you hit the big prey, so yesterday I made my own decision to ask each family to get a piece back, and the rest is all yours.

Gan Ping only cared about practice these days and forgot the iron armored kuiniu behind him. After hearing this, he remembered it, so he said, "I don't need the materials of the iron armored kuiniu. You'd better keep it for me. If anyone needs it, just use it." With the memory of the two masters, Xuan Mingzi and the Fire Dragon, he didn't like the materials of this little second-order monster. The monsters that a few secular innate masters could hunt were nothing in his heart, but he didn't expect that if the big Yan Rong was only two or three innate masters, this master was not a cabbage on the roadside, or a handful, or It's a series of adventures, and Gan Ping is also helpless about this iron armored cow.

Seeing that Gan Ping didn't care about those materials, the old horse stopped talking for a while. Seeing Gan Ping's continuous downplay, he remembered that the child in front of him could not use common sense. He had such strength at such a young age. Of course, he didn't like the materials of this second-order monster. Thinking of this, he wanted to and Gan Ping's idea of making a baby kiss became stronger. The two scholars, Pang Ruo, read the book without anyone. The old horse told Mr. Zhang to go home for a drink in the evening, so he withdrew and went to his own business.

Gan Ping saw him leave, but he ignored it. He searched on the bookshelf. He could kill the monster thanks to Binghuo Rongyuan Jue, which was inherited from the fire dragon. But he found a very interesting thing in the memory of the fire dragon. This fire dragon is not a creature in this world, but from another one called Kyushu. Space. The space is as strong as clouds, and the masters are like rain. In ancient times, the two races of lichs were powerful, across the flood and famine. Later, the two clans fought against the lichs, and the witch's ancestor demon emperor fell. Only then did the human race flourish, known as the master of heaven and earth. In the memory of the fire dragon, those big lich saints moved their hands and feet, moved the stars, filled the mountains and the sea, and the power was so powerful.

This memory made Gan Ping be fascinated for a burst of time. He thought that the fire dragon was also a master of Yuanshen. In contrast, like an ant, he only relied on the natural spirit species and long life to come to the present step by step, which could not be compared with those legendary characters. In Gan Ping's view, since Xuan Mingzi can summon the fire dragon to this space with secret methods, there is no one who has done such a thing. Maybe he will leave some traces in the world. In his spare time, he looks for those books that record strange and miscellaneous talks, and wants to see if there are any clues, only Unfortunately, Mr. Zhang has fewer books here, and there are no clues at all.

The days passed day by day, and the New Year came quickly. Gan Ping was also one year older, and now he is ten years old. For other children, this age is still ignorant to have fun, but after this series of encounters, Gan Ping's mind has long exceeded that of ordinary children.