Of course, Guan Heng did not forget his ultimate goal of coming to this ancient world. He first asked the path ahead clearly so that he could find Qing Huang's residual soul fragment as soon as possible. So he asked: "Captain, go north from Nanpo Village, what will he pass..."

But before Guan Heng finished speaking, the two people in the house suddenly heard a shocking roar coming from the outside of the village: "Aoao-Aoao-Aoao..."

The roar of the beast came one after another, miserable and terrifying, and it also showed endless anger. Even the ghost-swalking tiger, who was originally lying at the door of the village chief’s house, stood up and let out a low roar, as if it was infected by the sound.

"Village Chief, what's going on?" At this moment, he glanced at Old Feng beside him and said, "It sounds like the beast roar is extremely unusual..."

"Oh, it's here again, so I asked someone to put away the suspension bridge at the entrance of the village in broad daylight." As soon as Mr. Feng said this, a villager suddenly shouted outside the house: "Hey, village chief, come out and take a look. The monsters nearby seem to have become very irritable. They all started to gather at the entrance of the village-"

Hearing this, the old village chief's shoulder couldn't help but tremble slightly. He whispered: "Oh no, oh no, I have to go over and take a look, little brother, you..." Guan Heng said at this time: "Village Chief, I'm also a little curious, so just go with you."

"Okay, please follow me." The old village chief did not refuse Guan Heng's kindness, and the two stepped out of the gate. The ghost-swalking tiger next to the gate also slowly stood up. Guan Heng whispered to it: "Look at the crystal coffin on your back, don't let it be damaged."

After a while, Guan Heng and the village chief had already climbed above the high walls of the village. They saw more than ten miles outside rolling in the dust valley, and the beasts roared and shook the sky. I don’t know what major things happened, which made the nearby monsters frantically and irritable.

"As expected, it was the madman who was causing trouble again in the Wild Cave." At this moment, the old village chief shook his head slightly: "Oh, since the madman came, the monsters in the nearby mountains and forests were all worried day and night, which made our Nanpo Village suffer from the impact."

"Savage Cave? Madman?" Guan Heng was a little puzzled by the side. He was about to ask for details, but at this moment, the ghost-swalking tiger under the wall suddenly roared.

Hearing this, Guan Heng turned his head and looked at it, and his body and mind were suddenly stagnant. It turned out that the crystal coffin tied with thick vines on the back of the ghost-swalking tiger suddenly burst out with a strange look. Guan Heng secretly shouted in his heart: "The girl in the black coffin reacts? Could it be that there are traces of Qing Huang's remnant soul nearby?" "No matter where this reflection comes from, I must confirm it myself!" Guan Heng suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and then took action.

But at this moment, a heart-wrenching shout suddenly came from the village: "My son--" Village chief Mr. Feng suddenly changed his face when he heard the shout: "Is this... A Ju?!"

The next moment, a disheveled woman stumbled out of the village house, and she cried and said, "Dad, Dad, Cheng'er is gone!"

At this moment, Mr. Feng and Guan Heng had already climbed down the wall. When the village chief saw the crying woman rushing towards him, he heard what she said, and was immediately frightened and scattered: "A Ju, what did you say? Why didn't Cheng'er see him?"

"Dad, I was cooking in the room, but I didn't expect that Cheng'er's child would go to the woods on the other side of the mountain road to pick up the birds as usual, just as I was not careful." The woman wiping her tears and shouted: "Now I realize that the child is gone. No, I want to go out of the village to find him!"

Mr. Feng was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He stammered and said, "But... there are bloodthirsty monsters outside, how could I let you out..." Guan Heng listened to him for a while, and then he could clearly hear the whole story of the matter.

It turned out that this woman was Mr. Feng's widowed daughter-in-law Aju. Mr. Feng's only son was bitten to death by a monster while hunting in the valley a few years ago, leaving only one young son Cheng'er and his wife to live with Mr. Feng. Who would have thought that today was when monsters were rampant outside the village, and the child was lost.

Guan Heng saw the old village chief and Aju crying loudly, but because he was afraid of the monsters hurting people, he did not dare to go out of the village to find the children. He felt pity in his heart, so he said, "Village Chief, just do this. I will go out of the village to find the children for you."

"No, absolutely no, it's too dangerous outside now!" Although Mr. Feng knew that Guan Heng had good intentions, Feng was really unbearable to let the guests in the village take risks for his grandson.

But the son was the flesh that fell from his mother's body. When the woman Aju heard Guan Hengken help, she immediately fell to the ground. She sobbed and shouted, "My benefactor, please help me and save my poor child."

"Brother Guan Heng, you have to think clearly that this is not a joke. Even if you can control the blue energy, it is only slightly stronger than us." Mr. Feng said at this time: "Faced with hundreds of monsters, they will...will treat you..."

Mr. Feng didn't say this completely, but the meaning in it was very clear. If Guan Heng rashly left the village at this time, he would be very likely to be torn to pieces by those monsters.

But Guan Heng was anxious to go out to confirm the trace of Qing Huang's remnant soul at this time, and he also did it to save the child. He said firmly: "Village Chief, don't worry, don't forget that I still have it by my side."

Speaking of this, Guan Heng waved his hand gently, Baitongs swallowed ghost tiger and walked over with his head shaking. The woman Aju saw such a big insect in front of her, and her legs were so scared that she almost fell to the ground: "Ah, this is..."

At this moment, Guan Heng said to Mr. Feng: "Don't worry, after saving the child, I will return immediately, it won't take much time."

"Then, I'll ask you."

The lost child Cheng'er said that he was the only blood in his family. If possible, Mr. Feng would of course be willing to Guan Heng to rescue the child. So Mr. Feng immediately called a few young and strong villagers and asked them to work together to put down the suspension bridge at the entrance of the village. Mr. Feng took the opportunity to get something back, and handed it to Guan Heng with both hands.

"Little brother, my Feng family ancestor was once a general from a small tribe. He has the ability to control the orange aura and can also use 'martial skills'."

Seeing Guan Heng take over the animal skin and the sheathed bronze sword in his hand, Mr. Feng continued, "The animal skin is my ancestor's martial arts - the map of the three-step fist, and this bronze sword. It's useless for me to keep it. I'll give it to you all."

Speaking of this, Mr. Feng paused and continued to say: "Only those who have understood the three colors of red, green and orange 'powerful qi' can learn the martial arts of combining the art of controlling the energy. You must not open it rashly, otherwise it will be a serious injury to the vitality, which is harmful and useless!"
Chapter completed!