Chapter 84 Gift of Wine

The blood-stained lake water formed a sharp contrast with the outermost layer of blue lake water.

This was the first time Zhou Fan came over after being hit with the eye curse. He looked at the weird blood corpse coffin. As long as the blood corpse coffin could be solved, his eye curse could be eliminated. He looked at Yan returning.

Can the An Dong envoy of the Yiluan Division in Tianliang really deal with this bloody corpse?

Yan returned lazily and said, "It's really a black blood corpse coffin, or it's still in the silent period, so don't worry."

Yan returned and tied the ice-blue wine gourd to his right waist. He glanced at Zhou Fan and said with a smile: "You will be more careful later. If it really doesn't work, then hurry back to the village."

After saying this, Yan Guilai jumped up and stepped on the lake. He didn't step on the log left last time. He just stepped on the water, like an arrow from the string, and several ups and downs came to the blood corpse coffin. .

In terms of light power alone, it is several levels higher than Master Huang Fu.

Until he reached the blood corpse coffin, Yan returned with two feet on the water as if stepping on the ground. Zhou Fan was really surprised by such a light work.

Yan returned with an indifferent expression, and he slapped the blood corpse coffin with his palm.

With a bang, the palm of Yan returned to release a burst of cold air, and a layer of blue frost instantly appeared on the surface of the blood-colored coffin.

The blood corpse coffin was threatened, and a harsh night owl sounded inside it, and the blood shadow flew out of the coffin and rushed towards Yan return.

"Go away!" Yan returned to the bloody shadow and shouted loudly. The sound was like thunder, and ripples appeared in the water of Xiaoqiu Lake. Zhou Fan, who was standing in the distance, also felt pain in his eardrums.

And the blood shadow that was drinking from the front was smashed by a drink, and a pool of blood spilled on the ground.

When Yan returned, he slapped the surface of the coffin with two consecutive palms, and the blood corpse instantly turned into a large block of ice, and the blood water was condensed by the frost.

"Broken!" Yan returned his eyes and slapped it again.

There was a loud noise, and the blood corpse coffin suddenly shattered into several pieces.

A human corpse sprang out from the broken coffin. The blood-colored white corpse was swollen all over, and blood blisters appeared on its face.

Because it was forced to wake up, it was finished without going through the silent period, and it wanted to kill the human who did bad things to it to vent its anger.

When Yan returned, she was not afraid to meet her.

Zhou Fan was afraid of being implicated, so he took a few steps back and stared at the blood corpse. If the blood corpse escaped, he could only spend his life asking for help from the fog.

Every collision between one person and one corpse caused circles of lake water to burst into the sky, and the water droplets scattered and fell, and it seemed like a torrential rain fell in the lake.

The fighting between one person and one corpse is getting faster and faster, the figures become blurred, and there are constant roars.

In Zhou Fan's eyes, he could only see two blurred shadows of different colors fighting in the scattered lake water.

Zhou Fan pulled out the straight knife, and he put two small flame talismans on the knife. If Yan returned and lost, he would have to make a decision, whether to run away quickly or take a chance to stab the bloody corpse.

Just as Zhou Fan was thinking like this, Yan returned from the lake and shouted loudly. His palms were blue and white and misty, and he shot dozens of palms in a row.

Bang bang bang!

The blood corpse was pierced by countless ice droplets, and the body directly became a sieve full of blood holes, and countless blood water spewed out.

The bloody corpse fell towards the lake, and the water in the lake fell on the lake.

Zhou Fan's face showed a look of astonishment, is it over?

Zhou Fan hurriedly looked at the back of his hand, the blood coffin curse mark on the back of his hand was slowly dissipating, obviously the blood corpse was dead.

Yan returned with an indifferent expression, took out a talisman from his body, and threw it at the bloody corpse.

When Yan came back, he stepped a few feet again.

When he returned to the shore, his Luo Tuo's face was still pale and his breath was calm, as if the battle just now had no effect on him.

Yan Gui glanced at the lake, and there were still several broken red coffins immersed in bright red blood in the distance. problem."

Zhou Fan wrote down these words. He was thinking that Yan Hui's strength was many times higher than his. If such a person wanted to kill him, he might not be able to escape.

Yan returned to look at Zhou Fan who was slightly silent. He thought that Zhou Fan had doubts in his heart and said with a smile, "I'm not the kind of person who is difficult to talk to. If you have any questions, just ask?"

Zhou Fan thought for a while and said, "Master Yan, you didn't use the talisman when you were fighting that bloody corpse just now. What kind of martial arts was that?"

Zhou Fan remembered the Yan Yang Qi he had obtained, but when Yan returned, he waved his palms and the cold energy was so cold that even the bloody corpse was no match for it. This was completely different from the Yan Yang Qi, so Zhou Fan was a little curious.

Yan returned with a smile and pointed to the ice blue gourd on his waist: "This is not a martial art, but ice cicada wine. I drink the ice cicada wine, which can transform the cold into the true essence, and then fight it out, this ice cicada wine. The cold air acts as a talisman for the monsters, but not everyone can drink it, you can't drink it now, otherwise it will get cold into the bone marrow, and it will be a kind of harm to you."

"Bingchan wine?" Zhou Fan's face showed surprise, he didn't expect wine to be able to deal with weirdness.

Yan returned and nodded again: "There are brewmasters in the world, and the wines they brew have all kinds of miraculous effects, some of which are aimed at weirdness and also used for cultivation. The brewers are the same as the talismans, and they have the same status, but the application of wine It’s still not as extensive as Talisman.”

Yan Gui said, untied the scarlet gourd around his waist and threw it to Zhou Fan: "This is for you."

Zhou Fan hurriedly took the red wine gourd, and before he could ask, he heard Yan return to explain: "This gourd is filled with explosive wine, and drinking it will make your high-strength martial artist burst out instantly. , but it can only reach 70% of the initial power of the explosion."

"Remember, you can only drink a small sip at a time with your strength, otherwise it will easily hurt your body."

Zhou Fan had a hesitant look on his face. This explosive wine sounded very good, but he was just about to reject it.

Yan returned and laughed and said, "You don't have to feel embarrassed. This wine is of no use to me. I just bring it to drink on the road to satisfy my cravings. It's just right for you. It's just a gift for you when we get to know each other."

"I won't go back to Sanqiu Village, you tell them." Yan Guilai has turned and left, "If you can get your village to study in Tianliangli, then we will see you on Laba Festival."

"Thank you, Mr. Yan." Zhou Fan shouted at the back of Yan's return. No matter what, Yan's return was indeed to kill the coffin of black resentment and blood for him, and gave him a gourd to burst the wine. This kind of favor is owed.

When Yan returned, he just shook his head without turning his head, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. His strength was superb, and he had already seen that Zhou Fan was full of blood and energy. Not the slightest vain, on the contrary, the strength is very vigorous.

In such a nearly closed village, Yan returned not to think that the young man could have any adventures. The more likely reason was that the young man was extremely talented. If such a person did not die, his future achievements would be limitless, and a mere pot of wine would be nothing.