Xiaoling Village.

The three of them dragged half of the body back to the village.

As the village names were attracted by strange sounds, looking at the hill-like corpses, someone asked curiously what was going on, and Zhang Ping quickly told the pass.

The villagers only realized that this young man, who looks pretty, is actually a martial arts master, and he is really not good at being handsome.

There are only a few dozen families in the small village. It is still early now, and most of them have gone out in their prime, and the onlookers are almost the weak, women and children.

Among them, there was a child who looked like a treacherous man who circled around the hill-like prey. His little face was full of yearning and his bright eyes were staring at Xia Fan, full of admiration.

The old village chief also walked forward and quickly expressed his gratitude.

Xia Fan was grateful for these comments, but he didn't care much about them. Seeing that everyone was headed by the old village chief, he asked quickly:

"Grandpa, is this guy's meat delicious?"

The old village chief was stunned and laughed and cried, so he quickly explained to him that the meat of this giant crocodile beast is extremely stiff and difficult to eat. It is usually used to match medicinal materials to make medicinal soup and strengthen muscles.

Xia Fan was a little disappointed and thought this guy tasted good.

The old village chief, who was observing his expression, quickly asked the village to prepare a sumptuous dinner. Although the other party did not look like a master, he could not neglect it at will based on the oral narratives of Zhang Ping and Li Mu and the corpse that was just pulling the hill.

Under their hopeful eyes, Xia Fan waved his hand and gave them the body of the giant crocodile beast he killed casually, which made the villagers cheer.

Zhang Ping and Li Mu both looked at each other, and their excitement could not be hidden in their eyes. In this way, the goal of the past two months was finally achieved, and there was no need to worry about going deeper into the dangerous place.

In the busy village, everyone's face was full of smiles because they achieved their goals. The eyes were full of kindness when they looked at him, and their enthusiasm for cooking was even higher.

The air was filled with fireworks. Watching the smoke from cooking slowly rise into the air and drifting with the wind, the animals surrounded by small branches stopped women catching chickens, causing chickens to bark, and the rhythmic sound of cutting vegetables on the chopping board.

Xia Fan smiled and satisfied: "Well, the time to eat is the best."

The sun slowly falls.

At this moment, he squatted on a stone, holding a wooden plate, and placed half of the roast chicken in the dish, immersing himself in the food.

The stubborn child just now was squatting beside him, and his throat made a sound of roaring saliva from time to time.

While eating, he suddenly heard someone swallowing saliva. He raised his head and looked at it, grabbed the wooden plate in his hand a little, moved the bottom slightly, changed the position, and turned his back to the drooling child.

"My name is Xiaohu, do you know internal energy?"

When Xiaohu saw him turn his seat, he also moved to the front of him.

Xia Fan raised his head helplessly, looked at the child's innocent eyes and face, and was entangled, and broke off the chicken head that he didn't like to eat, and handed it over.

The two of them were burying their heads.

After a while, Xia Fan slowly said, "What were you trying to ask just now?"

"You know internal energy, you should be very powerful. What level are you at?" Xiaohu asked again.

"I don't know how to be internal."

Hearing this answer, Xiaohu not only was not disappointed, but opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "Are you an immortal? The kind that can fly in the sky with a sword?"

Is this time traveling to the world of cultivation? No wonder I just saw a monster so big.

After three years of learning the ability to hit a man, this should not be considered an immortal. He shook his head and did not answer this question. Instead, he fell into deep thought.

"Big brother, it's time to eat." Xiaohu shouted.

Now that dinner is ready, all I just had was the appetizer.

After hearing this, Xia Fan came back to his senses from his daze. He was stunned and finally could eat enough. He just finished half of the roast chicken and felt even hungry.

There were several wooden tables in the small yard of the village chief’s house. He sat at the top with the warm greetings of everyone.

He didn't care where he sat, but he was happy to sit down in front of this position.

The villagers were full of happiness and completed their goals more than a month in advance. The rest of the time was completely self-sufficient, without heavy pressure, making them feel like they were having a holiday at this time.

"I just said why no one came to greet me? It turned out that we were having dinner here. What a great day today, Old Man Li."

A duck's voice suddenly came from outside the yard, breaking the originally lively atmosphere.

Hearing this voice, everyone's faces changed, and many children were about to cry, and their parents quickly covered their mouths and prevented them from making a sound.

The old village chief quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat. Why did this evil star come at this time? It's still early to the two-month deadline.

"Oh, it's Jiang Daxia, why are you free to come here today?"

He hurried forward to greet him.

Seeing that everyone stopped the dishes and chopsticks, lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him, Jiang Ying felt secretly happy. This was the power brought by status and strength.

"Why, can't you come and sit there without any trouble? I'm not welcome?"

Although he was flattered in his heart, he had a cold face and said slightly unhappy that there is no need to give them face to deal with these ordinary villagers.

"How dare you, I'll give you a cup." Seeing that he was a little unhappy, the old village chief quickly picked up the wooden bowl.
Chapter completed!