The next morning.

"Uncle, uncle, your spicy fish." Quan'er blinked the eyes of the King of Water and said. Quan'er's eyes are always so moist and full of spiritual energy.

Gao Fan was very tired last night, after all, it was a hard physical labor. The woman should understand. At this time, Youyou woke up and said helplessly: "I...I want to eat it at noon. Do you eat spicy fish in the morning? The fish porridge is almost the same."

A bowl of rice porridge, a plate of fried peanuts, and a stack of dried small fried fish. Gao Fan was very happy to eat it and ate three large bowls in a row. Finally, he drank a sip of fruit wine, which was sour and sweet, which was so delicious. Moreover, it seemed that the heart of Tao was much more stable.

No wonder it has become one of the tributes of Xuannanzong.

"Good wine!"

Quan'er held her face, her eyes lit up, and she said expectantly: "I want to drink too! Uncle, I made your breakfast, so let me take a sip." As she said that, the girl's little hand held Gao Fan's arm.

This fruit wine is very precious, and even Quan'er has never drunk it.

Gao Fan's heart moved and suddenly took another big sip. When Quan'er was swallowing with greed, he suddenly hugged the girl, turned her mouth to the small sip, and passed the fruit wine bit by bit. Sure enough, Quan'er began to struggle violently and hit Gao Fan with his small fist. But then, a pair of eyes rose up.

At this moment, the bad thing came. Xiaohu ran over and shouted: "Uncle, uncle, there is a shipwreck, there is a shipwreck."

"Ah!"

Gao Fan reluctantly let go of Quan'er. When the girl's face turned red and her eyes were King of Water, she said, "What kind of shipwreck? We are in a mountainous area, where did the ship come from? Are you so funny?" Yes, she dared to break Quan'er and me...bastard!

"Uncle stupid," Xiaohu rolled his eyes and said, "It's a ship from heaven."

Gao Fan patted his head, and said, in the strange heavy rain yesterday, since there were fish, high-level ocean monsters, reefs, and a shipwreck, it was normal. This was because of the changes in astrological signs, and the hurricane rolled up countless animals and spiritual objects from the bottom of the sea, and finally landed in this spiritual desert with the rain.

Gao Fan, Xiaohu, Jing Quaner and the mayor Jing Wen went all the way out of the town. This was a mountain. Although there was no spiritual energy, it was still beautiful. Jing Wen suddenly moved and said, "Little Tiger, use a big bird to go with a slingshot, or take out a bird egg. Today, you must take out five bird eggs."

"Okay, uncle." After saying that, Xiaohu went to take out the bird eggs. The bird eggs asked Sister Quan'er to make pancakes. The egg-filled cakes were delicious.

Gao Fan turned his head and looked at Jing Wen, his eyes flashed. Jing Wen sighed and said, "The Yang Shulin in front is where Xiaohu's father died."

Gao Fan sighed, hoping that Xiaohu would be so angry in the future!

Gao Fan and Jing Wen entered the poplar forest. Sure enough, when they walked to the center of the forest, they saw traces of sawing wood and a lot of wood chips. Undoubtedly, Xiaohu's father was sawing wood here and was attacked by demon insects. There was blood in the center. Because Jing Wen ordered, the mountain people did not destroy the scene.

Gao Fan stepped forward, looked at the bloodstains, and even touched them with his hands and put them in his mouth.

"Wow!" Quan'er almost vomited. Uncle was too dirty, but Uncle kissed me just now. Quan'er couldn't help but vomit, far away from Gao Fan, the bad uncle.

Gao Fan nodded, it was indeed a smell of fishy sea!

Then, he looked at the traces around him carefully. There was a huge insect with great power that had raged around him. Many poplar trees fell down, and even big trees as thick as buckets were easily broken. Xiaohu's father also resisted with the hatchet in his hand, but the hatchet broke. Gao Fan picked it up and saw it. Sure enough, there was a red light flashing:

"Giant insects of ghost and fire!"

"So, I like to suck the hottest blood!"

Gao Fan was lying on the ground like a dog, constantly searching for traces, which made Quan'er very despised: it was different from the hero's uncle last night. But after a while, Gao Fan had discovered it. The giant insect had very strong legs, so many drilling holes were left on the surrounding land.

These drill holes are large on the top, about the size of a fist, and are smaller and smaller at the bottom, making them an inverted cone. At the same time, carefully, there are many such drill holes spread around. It seems that the "legs" are the most spiritual attacking spirit creatures of the demon insect.

"Let's go!" Gao Fan finished reading and shouted to Jing Wen: "Old man, let's go and see the second scene."

"What is it... I'm not sure, I can only see too much."

Quan'er immediately gave Gao Fan a grimace.

"Call me brother!" Gao Fan said with a smile.

Before Gao Fan was just rushing on the road, so he was very embarrassed. He was covered in dust and sun tanned, and he looked like he was thirty years old.

Uncle is average.

At this moment, my eyes were bright and my eyes were fixed but not dissipated. Is it clearly a sunny young man?

He is only four years older than Quan'er, just right!

Quan'er's face turned red, but she didn't call her elder brother, muttering: "My elder brother has taken the prey to trade, but hasn't come back yet. You are not my elder brother!" It turned out that the strongest hunter in Jingjia Town, Jingshan and Jing Wen's grandson, carried the prey to trade outside the mountain.

"Let's go." Jing Wen moved forward quickly. Although the old man was old, his legs were very convenient. Gao Fan couldn't help but say, "Old man, the speed is not slow... When he was young, he was a warrior."

"Haha." Jing Wen knew Gao Fan's easy-going personality, so he was not so scared. At this time, he said: "The Xianchang is right. He is a samurai, but he is just a low-grade samurai."

"Among the lower-grade samurai, the strength is average."

"However," Jing Wen moved forward, indeed, used a secular light skill, which was very fast, even comparable to the light body technique of some mid-level cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage. At this time, the white-haired old man continued: "However, my grandson may go further and become a mid-level warrior."

In the world of immortal cultivation, warriors are also a kind of force. They practice secular martial arts, form internal forces, and issue attacks, which also poses a threat to the monks: after all, cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage cannot escape. Therefore, they are all fighting on the ground. Top-grade warriors, even equivalent to high-level in the Qi Refining Stage, also pose a threat to Gao Fan.

"Haha, my elder brother is amazing." Jing Quan'er was helped by his grandfather and grimaced at Gao Fan.

"Can I just be an uncle?" Gao Fan sighed: "It seems that he is called uncle and even more greedy!"

At this moment, Gao Fan's face changed.

Jing Wen's heart moved. Could it be that the immortal was unhappy? His granddaughter always talked nonsense. This is the immortal, with [Immortal bones], with spiritual roots, and the immortals who can cultivate immortals! Our entire town has been around for decades, and no immortals with spiritual roots have ever been there.

Gao Fan's eyes flashed, as if the candle flowers in the night lit up, and he said, "It's still... an ancient shipwreck."

It turned out that the heavy rain last night not only brought countless seafood and reefs, but also brought an extremely ancient shipwreck.
Chapter completed!