The demon hunting team was riding two riders, and they were moving very fast. Shortly after the sun set, they arrived outside the town. Fires were winding like long dragons, and the flames reflected the spoils carried by several large trucks - they were from the skin, fur, and flesh of monsters, and one of the most important specialties in the North.

Hunting monsters every autumn can be said to be one of the most important things in the North. Whether the harvest this year is good or bad, whether it is a good or bad year, depends mainly on this wave.

The land in the north is barren and the climate is cold. The food harvested in the fields can only barely fill the stomach. The winter is very cold and requires a lot of firewood and food. Therefore, before it snows in late autumn, the caravans from the Central Plains will bring a lot of food, using the grain produced in the fish and rice town to exchange various materials produced by monsters to the people in the north.

Monster beasts are relatively rare in the Central Plains. They often have a piece of animal skin and a few animal bones to exchange for enough food for an adult to eat for a month. For the northerners, this is the top priority for life and death in winter.

Therefore, the strong men in the north always set out in autumn to fight the monsters in life and death, bringing their skin, fur, and flesh back in exchange for indispensable food.

Of course, this is very dangerous. Even if the demon hunting team loses no more than 20% of its manpower, it can be considered a happy event. Year after year, I don’t know how many men in the northern land stained the wasteland and became food for monsters.

In the eyes of the northerners, this is fair. Winter is harsh for all living things on this land, and everyone needs to accumulate food. People need it, and monsters also need it.

The hunting of demons by the northerners is nothing more than the resources for everyone to compete for survival. If I win, your skin and flesh belong to me; if you win, my flesh and blood belong to you, fair and reasonable.

Therefore, the North also produces the most fierce soldiers in Jiuzhou. Because for the people of the North, it is natural to exchange their lives for wealth, honor and status.

If you succeed, you are a hero. If you fail, it’s nothing. Anyway, people will always die. Is it a big difference to die sooner or later?

In this harsh land, life is not that precious.

But Pan Long never thought so.

He felt that life was very precious, and every life should be respected. Even if he died, he would at least die worthwhile. He was as heavy as Mount Tai and dare not say that it was as light as a feather.

Of course, the best situation is that no one should die, live a peaceful life and share peace.

This is probably impossible, so he can only give priority to taking care of the lives of himself and his relatives and friends.

Amid the cheers of the harvesters and the crying of the victims of their relatives, the Pan family and their group returned home. Pan Lei asked the butler to take everyone to preside over the handling of the spoils, leaving only his son alone.

"I think you must have questions, right?" he said with a smile.

Pan Long nodded repeatedly and told the question he had thought about for several days.

After listening to his son's inquiry, Pan Lei smiled even more satisfied: "Very good! Very good! I am very satisfied with you who can think of so many things. And you don't make random guesses, just wait for me to come back to ask, I am even more satisfied!"

After saying that, he raised his eyebrows mysteriously: "This is it, guess what, why should I cover up my injury?"

Pan Long said without hesitation: "I guess when you went out, someone you fought with. But the other party did not recognize you, so you have to hide your injury to hinder the other party from pursuing the investigation."

He frowned slightly and said, "But I'm very puzzled. Compared to body appearance, martial arts is the most important symbol of a person. Your iron palm skills are famous in a radius of thousands of miles. As long as the other party has fought with you, it is easy to find out your identity. Such a concealment... doesn't seem necessary?"

Pan Lei smiled: "Who told you, Dad, I will only fight the iron palm skills head-on?"

Pan Long widened his eyes and looked at his father in shock.

Pan Lei shone his left hand against his waist, and then a cold light flashed in the air, but he waved a dagger quickly, and in an instant he swung at least seven or eight swords - his eyesight was limited, and he could only see seven or eight sword lights. I think it would be more than this number.

"This...this..." He stuttered twice, hurriedly lowered his voice and asked, "Dad, do you still understand swordsmanship?"

"Haha, I'm not just 'understanding swordsmanship'!" Pan Lei said proudly, "Your father, the martial arts that I'm best at is actually not an iron palm, but this left-handed fast sword!"

"Over the years, I have only shown my iron palm skills in Dingfeng Town. When I was hiding my identity and going out for a walk, I only used the left-handed fast sword." The man with a somewhat rough appearance showed a cunning smile, "You may have heard of my other identity - Jin Biao, the left-handed sword, that's me."

Pan Long no longer knows what to say.

This is a plot in martial arts novels! No, even if it is a martial arts novel, it is nothing more than "My left-hand sword is fast, but my right-hand sword is faster". Where is there a person who is usually a master of hard skills, but in the end he is actually hiding the identity of a lone swordsman!

Moreover, with his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that his father's swordsmanship was sharp and exquisite, and he took a fast and keen route, which was completely contrary to the heavy and thick he usually showed. According to common sense, his father must have a set of light and agile skills that are commensurate with the identity of "Left-handed Sword Jin Biao".

But over the years, I have never seen my father practice swords for a day, let alone any light and flexible kung fu!

Kung Fu must be practiced diligently every day, otherwise you will regress. Where did my father get the time to practice this completely opposite set of kung Fu so well?

Could it be that my father is actually a hidden martial arts genius, and he can practice swordsmanship that can become famous without practicing much?

The left-handed sword Jin Biao is a famous lone swordsman in the north. His fame is much louder than his father's true identity!

"Dad, where did you get the time to practice swordsmanship?" he couldn't help asking.

Pan Lei laughed loudly, and in his son's shocked and admired eyes, he took out a bamboo slip from his arms and handed it to his son: "My martial arts secret is here. Take it, from today on, it belongs to you."

"What is this?" Pan Long took the bamboo slip in confusion, feeling that it was rough and didn't look like a treasure at all.

"The fragments of the Shanhai Jing can open up a realm and transform the virtual and the real." Pan Lei said in a calm but proud tone and shocked his son to almost dazed, "Our Pan family has passed down from generation to generation."

"In this treasure, you can open up an independent small world to practice. No matter how long you have been inside, it will only be a moment outside, and you will not grow old because of it." Pan Lei pretended to be very light, "And as long as you kill those monsters with spiritual energy, you can absorb the spiritual energy and store it in it. After the spiritual energy is stored to a certain level, you can temporarily turn your fantasy into reality and create a world with mountains, water and creatures. Although that world can only exist temporarily, if you find something precious in it, it can actually exist."

"What?!" Pan Long couldn't help but exclaimed.

Can you turn the fantasy world into reality and bring out precious treasures?

Then if he fantasizes about a Journey to the West and bring out a peach that Monkey King stole from the sky palace, wouldn’t he be able to live forever after eating it?

This is too awesome!

"Of course, this treasure is also limited. The more powerful the thing, the harder it is to make." Pan Lei smiled and explained, "Our Pan family has an ancestor who wanted to create the legendary immortal grass. As a result, after 20 years of spiritual energy, the immortal grass is still an illusory thing in the world created. I think... Such a rare treasure must be an amazing number of spiritual energy, which is impossible for mortals to save."

Pan Long then breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was reasonable, but he was a little regretful - why should my own baby be reasonable? The more unreasonable, the better!

"This treasure is not expensive to create an ordinary world." Pan Lei continued, "I have experienced many battles in the world it has created over the years, and my sword skills have been cultivated in it. The biggest advantage of practicing in this world is that I will not really die. Even if I am killed, I will be driven out temporarily, and all the things I brought in are gone. Compared with the valuable combat experience I can get, it is nothing."

Pan Long also nodded slightly, feeling that what his father said was very true.

The experience of life-and-death struggle is so precious that it is really cost-effective to be exchanged for only some external things.

"It is because of my experience of fighting in this treasure that I can run wild with one sword in the north." Pan Lei said, with a look of pride on his face. "Last time I went out, I met the stupid girls in Ziyun Palace. One by one, I killed five of the "Six Fairies of Ziyun". Those stupid girls are not bad at kung fu, but I don't deserve to carry my shoes with my experience of fighting for life and death! This is the benefit of rich experience!"

Even though he was already surprised several times today, Pan Long couldn't help but be surprised.

Ziyun Palace is a famous sect in the world. Its headquarters is in Jiaozhou, South China Sea, but it also has branches in the north. This sect is mostly women, with brilliant sword skills, vicious palm power, cold and harsh style, and often hurt people with disagreement. The "Six Fairies of Ziyun" is the leader of the northern branch of Ziyun Palace. The six of them are innate masters and have been circulating in the north for more than twenty years.

Over the years, they have been walking in Yongzhou and Jizhou, and their swords have been stained with blood from many famous masters. Pan Long alone knows that there are several families who have been killed by them.

No wonder my father wanted to conceal the injury, he actually killed the master of Ziyun Palace!

"Wait! Dad, you beat six of them at one time and killed five of them?" He couldn't help asking.

"It was originally four to six, but they plotted against each other and three died at once." Pan Lei said indifferently, "It's good to die, I don't have to hide my strength. However, Ziyun Palace is indeed powerful, and they even escaped one of them. Since the person is not dead, Jin Biao, the left-hand sword, had to 'dead'. Oh, it's a pity."

He said it lightly, but Pan Long no longer knew what to say.

When you were attacked by someone, you fought against six, killing five of the six innate masters from Ziyun Palace, the world's famous sect, and lamented that the last one could not be killed... Oh my god, when did you get so brave?

Where did you come from the protagonist of martial arts novels?

"Okay, there is no need to mention what has passed." Pan Lei said lightly this time, "Where is this treasure, I will pass it on to you. You will inject true energy into it in the past few days, clean it up, and become its owner. After your grandfather comes, you will practice it and be familiar with its usage."

He patted his son on the shoulder: "Along, my dad is probably like this in his life. The future of our Pan family will depend on you after all!"
Chapter completed!