: Silence at midnight

After a moment.

Yang Fang gently exhaled a breath of turbid air and forced himself to calm down.

They were too many of them just now and they were not the opponent.

Besides, Zhao Hu is the small leader of the wharf and has some connections with the Sanhe Gang, which is not comparable to a temporary worker like himself.

Even if he wants to do it, he has to choose a good opportunity.

He lifted up the kicked table again, tidied up the messy room again, and then walked over to start repairing the door.

The wooden boards on the door were kicked to pieces.

He thought about it and directly removed the table in his home to repair the door.

Anyway, this table is not usually used.

After everything was over, Yang Fang closed the door, dug out a tael of silver from under the bed, put on a hat, and walked towards the market.

This time, he bought 30 kilograms of rice directly in the market, and he spent a liang of silver and had 650 yuan left.

Bringing money and rice with Yang Fang, he returned home again.

Next, he locked the door and began to continue practicing.

In this way, a whole day passed quietly.

Zhao Hu and his men walked around the neighborhood and kicked the door of more than a dozen people, causing a large number of people to be angry but not speak out. At least he took the opportunity to take away the money.

Some people wanted to refuse, but were beaten by him immediately.

At night.

Yang Fang walked out of the room and watched Zhao Hu walk majestic from afar.

He thought about it and returned home again.

And just then, the man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks came to Zhao Hu again and said, "Brother Hu, there is a situation. At noon, I saw Yang Fang go out to buy supplies. What did he buy? Where did he get so much money from the whole thirty kilograms of rice?"

"Thirty kilograms of rice?"

As soon as Zhao Hu returned home, his face darkened and said, "What do you mean?"

"There must be something wrong with this Yang Fang."

The man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks flew across and continued, "He can only earn 10 cents a day. No matter how much he accumulates, he can't afford thirty kilograms of rice. And at noon, he was wearing a hat, which made it extremely mysterious. He thought others could not recognize him, but I still recognized him from my back. He must have a problem!"

"Yeah?"

Zhao Hu's face was gloomy and said coldly, "Go, call the brothers just now and go to his house overnight!"

"Okay, I'll call someone now!"

The man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek looked overjoyed.

He soon called three more men from the surrounding area, all of whom brought weapons and gathered at Zhao Hu.

At this moment, the sky had turned completely dark and the stars were scattered.

Zhao Hu waved his hand and led the four people to Yang Fang's residence again.

In the room.

Yang Fang opened his eyes, his eyes were full of energy.

He got up from the bed again, moved his lower body carefully, and felt that his body was no longer the same as before. A powerful sense of power was now filled with his body. Not only that, a sense of air like a trickle appeared in his body.

He looked at the panel again.

Name: Yang Fang

Lifespan: 21/33 years old

Cultivation: First grade (10/60)

Heart Method: Proficiency in Yangyan Jue (11/300)

Martial Arts: Proficient in Thirteen Swords of the Wind (17/300)

Qualification: Ordinary person qualification (0/15)

"It's not in vain that I have been practicing all day. After eating the seven Qi-raising pills, the realm of Yang Yan Jue has finally broken through."

Yang Fang's eyes flashed.

After Yang Yanjue entered the mastery from the beginning, he not only felt a sense of qi, but his body's strength increased dramatically.

The cultivation level has completely entered the first grade from [not included in the grade], and even its life span has increased by one year.

This is the manifestation of internal strength.

Even his qualifications have changed.

From the previous [bad] to the [ordinary person qualification].

"It seems that qualifications are indeed developing in a better direction."

Although this seems a bit weird, it is indeed the case.

Yang Fang soon stopped placing too much, pulled out the rusty iron sword, and practiced the Thirteen Swords of the Wind in the room again.

The sword is now more intense and has stronger power.

Conservatively estimated that now I can definitely kill the two previous selves.

"I wonder if that Zhao Hu has won the product?"

Yang Fang talked to himself.

Yang Fang, who was practicing swords in the room, suddenly heard some fine footsteps coming from outside, rushing towards him quickly.

He was shocked, and immediately stopped practicing and hurriedly hurriedly shrank into the corner.

Someone else?

"Bump it away!"

Zhao Hu's cold voice came from outside the door.

Yang Fang was furious.

He still dares to come over?

court death!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The newly built wooden door was hit and made a muffled sound, and was quickly kicked open again.

Almost as soon as the door was kicked open, Yang Fang's body suddenly rushed out, and the sword was like cold light, with a powerful force, and directly rushed towards the two big men who rushed in first.

Poor that the two big men were all incomparable people, with brute force. As soon as they rushed in, they were stabbed by Yang Fang's long sword. Two puffs, blood sprinkled, and they died tragically.

Zhao Hu's face changed and he shouted angrily, "So brave!"

clang!

The long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed and rushed towards Yang Fang's body.

Yang Fang was cold in his heart. With the blessing of internal energy, his strength and speed were undoubtedly far superior to Zhao Hu. No matter how strong Zhao Hu was, he was not a product. As long as he was not included in the product, it was nothing in the eyes of a grade expert.

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang!

Flashes of Mars splashed out, and the sounds rang out in succession. Zhao Hu's face was horrified. The long sword in his hand was knocked away on the spot. He quickly shouted, "I have something to say."

Puff!

He was stabbed into the throat by Yang Fang's sword, his body shook, and he died immediately.

The remaining sharp-mouthed man and another big man were all extremely frightened, and shouted, and hurriedly fled to the distance.

Yang Fang's eyes were cold, he raised his long sword and quickly chased forward. He caught up with the big man in a few steps, stabbed him to death with one sword, and then he quickly chased after the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

"Brother Yang Fang spares my life, I have something to say."

The man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks screamed in horror.

puff!

He was penetrated from the back of his heart by Yang Fang's sword and came out from his chest on the spot.

Yang Fang looked cold and whispered, "Why do you have to force me? I just want to live honestly!"

Puff!

The sword was pulled out again.

The man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks looked desperate, his body was limp, and the luster in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Yang Fang immediately searched and touched him quickly, and quickly found 8 cents, then carried his body and quickly threw it into a stinky ditch hundreds of meters away.

Then he immediately went home to deal with the bodies of Zhao Hu and his men.
To be continued...