"Why are you doing so close?" Zhou Fan felt a little confused.

Frowning Shenshen but he didn't say anything, he just straightened his waist with a cold face and walked away.

As dawn begins, the exploration team begins to set off.

Walking along the deep and winding stone road, they returned to Sanqiu Village before noon.

The seven people encountered an unusual battle, and they returned to Sanqiu Village with dust and felt completely relaxed.

After passing the patrol defense line and entering the patrol camp, Huang Fushi, Lu Kui, Luo Cunzheng and others all came out to greet them.

Last night, the village received a message from Master Mao Fu, but the situation is too specific but it is not clear.

At this moment, seeing that there were seven people left in the nine-person exploration team, Zhou Fan and the seven people still seemed very embarrassed, Huang Fu Shi was slightly shocked.

Before Master Huang Fu asked, Master Mao said, "Have the people in the cold weather arrived?"

According to the course, the crusade team in Tianliang should have arrived.

Speaking of this, Master Huang Fu said with a serious expression: "Not yet, but Tianliang already knows that you have found the location of the Cocoon Tree. They used the message to send a message saying that only one garrison warrior was left in the three villages, and the rest of the warriors would participate in this operation to eliminate the Cocoon Tree."

"I think the warriors from Mangniu Village and Yinfu Village are now coming to Sanqiu Village."

Zhou Fan and the other two looked at each other. They didn't expect that they had just escaped from Dongqiu and were going back now?

Thinking of the crazy group of tree cocoons, Zhou Fan felt a chill in his heart.

But no one objected, and it was obvious that this kind of objection was useless. Yiluansi would not let the cocoon tree continue to grow, and they had to participate in this battle to annihilate the cocoon tree.

"Please bring me some injury medicine." The injured middle-aged warrior from Mangniu Village reacted and shouted, "He wanted to deal with his injuries before setting off.

The other five people also made various requests, and they all had to take a good rest, at least adjust their condition to the best before departure.

Zhou Fan looked at the chaos of patrol camp, and he said to Huang Mao and the two Fu Masters, and then led his brother to the village.

Zhou Fan spent some time finding his parents who were busy with farm work and told them that he was back, but he might have to go out later. Zhou Fan only comforted him a few words and they felt relieved.

At least it was not as concerned as the first time Zhou Fan went out to the wild alone.

But what Zhou Yimu and his wife didn't know was that this third time would be more dangerous than the previous two times.

They can't run away like the second time. This time they have to face hundreds or even more cocoons, and maybe many people will die.

When Zhou Fan returned home, he first ate some food, took a shower, and then lay down on the bed, closing his eyes.

When Zhou Fan appeared on the boat, he turned around and looked around, but did not find the fog figure, and shouted loudly: "Mist, are you here? I want to fish."

The gray fog was rolling, and the old man slowly walked out of the gray fog. He looked at Zhou Fan calmly and waved his sleeves.

The gray fog gathers and disperses, and fishing rods and other items appear on the square table.

"Thank you." Zhou Fan smiled. He glanced at the glazed ball floating in the air. The number of gray insects still did not change. It was a waste of effort to kill those tree cocoons.

Zhou Fan sighed in his heart. He now has a big gray worm and can only catch fish once.

He didn't think much about it and picked up the dark gray fishing rod. He needed too much and could only try his luck.

"Why are you coming in at this time? You can't stay for too long when you come in now, and you can't come in again today." Wu looked at Zhou Fan and said slowly.

"I know, but I can't do anything about it." Zhou Fan said while throwing out the fishing rod.

Not long after, the dark gray fish line suddenly tightened, and Zhou Fan quickly lifted the fishing rod, but his face quickly became heavy, and the fishing line was pulled up with a weapon.

At first glance, this weapon was only as wide as a standard long sword, as if it was a sword, but when the fishing line swayed back, Zhou Fan recognized it for a little while before he recognized it as a knife, because it was only a single blade and the tip of the knife was crescent.

But even with the knife, Zhou Fan couldn't be happy because the three-foot thin knife was rusty and looked like a piece of ragged copper and iron.

Last time, Zhou Fan caught a classic book called "The First Explanation of the Forging Soldiers", which is garbage, so fishing rods may not necessarily catch good things, especially dark gray fishing rods, which have a higher chance of catching bad things.

Zhou Fan threw the rust knife at his feet with disgust.

What Zhou Fan didn't see was that Wu was staring at him coldly, and his gray eyes that had almost no emotions showed a trace of anger!

Zhou Fan threw the rod again, but what he caught was a white porcelain bottle.

The white porcelain bottle usually contains elixirs. Zhou Fan opened the white porcelain bottle with a happy look on his face. There were indeed three black round elixirs inside.

This second time, the luck was obviously very good, but I just don’t know what the effect of this elixir is.

Zhou Fan took back the fishing rod, white porcelain bottle and rust knife. He first put the fishing rod down, then looked at the glass ball, and there was still a small gray worm left.

Usually, a gray worm is identified three times, how should I calculate half of it?

"I used half a small gray worm to exchange for identification and a small problem." Zhou Fan said tentatively. He didn't plan to waste the number of identification times for the garbage rust knife!

Wu shook her head and said, "I only accept one transaction, not half, otherwise you will exchange it for your life."

Zhou Fan frowned. A small gray worm changed to an identification. He had nothing to identify the rest. The valuable fog refused to say it. The question was not very valuable. It seemed a bit too much to do so, otherwise it would be a waste of time.

But Zhou Fan couldn't bear to bear it, and his lifespan was really getting smaller and smaller.

"So, give me that rust knife, I will reluctantly find the pill for you. What do you think?" Wu said calmly and casually.

"Huh..." Zhou Fan, who was considering, looked up at Wu. This proposal seemed to be good.

But Zhou Fan changed his mind and became alert in an instant. This guy, Wu, has always been profitable and cannot afford it early. If the Rust Knife is really garbage, how could he have it?

Wu's face remained unchanged, and she just urged: "You'd better be faster, you don't have much time to stay."

Zhou Fan glanced at the hourglass on the table. It was indeed not too long. He could dream during the day, but the time he could stay in the Huihe space was pitifully small.

Zhou Fan was not in too much hurry, so he carefully observed the rusty knife in his hand.

The knife was covered with brown and red rust. Even the blade was no longer sharp and had already been rusted. It was only vaguely visible that there were countless small bumps on the slender blade, which looked a bit like fish scales.

But because of the rust, Zhou Fan didn't dare to confirm it. Maybe it was the rust spots caused by the rust knife...

A line of small characters was engraved on the back of the knife near the knife. Zhou Fan carefully identified it for a while before he could see the lines clearly.
Chapter completed!