Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

rustling!

Only after they left the village did they realize that the snow had gotten heavier.

Heavy snow fell from the sky like goose feathers, and soon a layer of snow fell on the ground, making the sky and the earth look desolate.

"The boss is right. This snow is really heavy!"

Fang Chang led a group of people on horseback riding, and sure enough, they encountered the monster halfway up the mountain.

The monster was covered in white hair and was more than two meters tall. It looked like a very tall person, but its body seemed a little bloated and its face could not be seen clearly.

"Could it be another white ape?"

Fang Chang excitedly drew his bow and arrow, and shot at the white-haired monster with a whoosh.

"bingo!"

a sergeant cheered.

"No, this snowstorm has too much impact on the arrow. I was aiming at the chest of that white-haired monster."

The next moment, the white-haired monster suddenly stretched out its long arms and seemed to make a throwing gesture.

"not good!"

In the wind and snow, a sound of breaking wind was heard.

The soldier standing in the front cried out in pain and fell off his horse.

Before everyone could react, they heard a series of sounds of breaking wind.

Fang Chang shouted, "Spread out the formation and take cover!"

Everyone started to move, but a few were a step slow and were knocked off their horses.

"Damn it! What the hell is that person? Why did he get shot by an arrow all of a sudden?"

"It's not an arrow...it's a snowball!"

The sergeant who was shot down first turned over and sat up. There was a big bump on his forehead with a large piece of residual snow attached to it.

"Too deceiving!"

Fang Chang raised his whip and said, "Let's spread out and surround them. We must kill this white-haired monster today!"

The team immediately dispersed. As they moved quickly, the white-haired monster's hit rate was indeed reduced a lot. Fang Chang rushed over without hesitation. After he saw the appearance of the white-haired monster clearly, he couldn't help but show horror in his eyes.

"A snow monster?"

The monster was made entirely of snow, its hollow eyes were pitch black, and it let out an incomprehensible growl from its mouth, appearing to be angry.

The snow monster rubbed his hands together, and two or three snowballs appeared in his hands. He waved his thick white arms casually, and the snowballs whizzed towards Fang Chang.

If Lu Zixuan were here, he would definitely recognize that this snow monster was the one he encountered that day.

However, the snow monsters at that time were not so huge and could not attack by rolling snowballs.

"court death!"

Fang Chang shouted loudly and jumped off his horse, nimbly dodging the snowball attack. He raised his ring-handled sword with both arms and chopped it down in the air, hitting one of the snow monster's arms with one blow. However, the blade only cut off half an inch and could not go any deeper.

"Roar--"

The snow monster roared angrily, and slapped Fang Chang with its extremely long arms, knocking Fang Chang to the ground.

Several soldiers followed and joined the battle.

Although the village protection team had a large number of people and strong forces, they could only chop off a few snow flakes from the snow monster with their swords and knives.

On the contrary, the snow monster is extremely powerful and can send people flying with just one slap.

"Damn it, it's just a snow monster, can't we handle it?"

"There are more than a dozen of us. We can melt it with just a pee from each of us!"

"Just do it!"

……

Half an hour later.

Fang Chang and his group were beaten black and blue.

There were more than a dozen people, and each of them had bruises on his body. Even Fang Chang had two big bumps on his forehead.

A sergeant asked whether he should go back and call for reinforcements.

Fang Chang waved his hand and said, "No one should go back to call for reinforcements. I can't even defeat a mere snow monster. I can't afford to lose this man!"

……

Inside the greenhouse, Chen Changfan watched the old farmers working hard and nodded with satisfaction.

"These crops are growing well, but it's not enough. Fertilizers must keep up. Nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium are all indispensable."

"My benefactor, what are nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium?" Ding Yurong asked curiously, blinking her eyes.

"Um...these are the three elements required for plant growth. It's a bit complicated to explain, but just remember that using animal offal as compost can basically meet these requirements."

Ding Yurong took note of it carefully, and couldn't help but think of the corpse of the leader of the horse caravan.

"My benefactor, do you think the flesh and blood of a warrior who has ascended to the next level will be corrosive?"

Chen Changfan had actually thought about this question about Ding Yurong.

I still remember that when I fought with Ma Cheng before, he could spit out white gas from his nostrils, and his whole body was covered with blood and energy, as if it were real.

At that time, he was thinking that this warrior who had ascended the stairs was like a furnace. If others got close to him, they would probably be "burned" by him.

But now that he had climbed the stairs, he naturally understood what was going on.

The warriors who ascend the steps have vigorous energy and blood like a furnace, emitting not boiling steam but vigorous vitality.

After telling Ding Yurong about her experience, the latter was obviously delighted and seemed eager to try it out.

Chen Changfan didn't think much about it. Suddenly, a bold idea came to his mind:

If we infuse qi and blood into martial arts, can we further enhance the power of martial arts?

In other words, if we try to combine the Blood-killing Hand and the Compassionate Sword Technique, can we create a martial art that surpasses a higher level?

The more Chen Changfan thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. So he went to the training ground alone and began practicing in the wind and snow.

The blood and qi in his body vibrated, and his arms were instantly covered with a layer of blood and qi, and his palms also turned red.

The goose-feather-like snowflakes fell, and before they touched the palm of my hand, they were evaporated by the heat they emitted.

Bloody hands!

He took out a bone knife, and the knife light flashed quickly, white and cold.

Mercy Knife Technique!

The bone knife flew, chopping the flying snow into pieces, but no heat was emitted.

"No, the most I can do is to dissipate a little bit of my Qi and blood in my arms. If I want to infuse it into my weapons, at least I can't do it at the moment."

Since direct infusion doesn’t work, let’s try system fusion!

Calling up the system panel and looking at the fusion points that had accumulated to 15, Chen Changfan was a little unsure.

He has never formally integrated the skills of the first-level martial arts, and he doesn't know if these 15 points are enough?

After trying to convey the idea of ​​"integrating the Blood Hand and the Compassionate Sword Technique" to the system.

The next moment, the fusion point was cleared instantly, and a prompt appeared directly on the panel.

[Fusion successful! Comprehended [Blood Flame Blade] (Second-level martial arts), fusion progress (15/100)]

Okay, okay, the difficulty of integrating martial arts has increased dramatically, right?

1 fusion point only adds 1 point of progress, right?

Chen Changfan was almost laughing at this sword-fighting system.

Fortunately, the system actually gave me a second-level martial art.

Although this Blood Flame Blade sounds very much like a web game, it is a second-level martial art after all.

As long as the system doesn't suddenly change to "collect 99 diamonds to exchange for 100 point of progress" or "ask friends to help chop it down and receive it directly" when the progress accumulates to 1, he will really curse.

"Since I've already comprehended it, does that mean I can now use this martial art?"

As soon as the bone knife was unsheathed, Chen Changfan felt that his own qi and blood were also mobilized, and a subtle heat current was transmitted from his palm to the bone knife.

A hint of scarlet suddenly appeared on the white blade.

Looking closely, it was countless extremely tiny red flames dancing slowly on the blade.