I Became a Martial Saint In Another World

Chapter 24 Take advantage of the night! (!)

On the way back, Yang Fang felt more and more frustrated as he thought about it quickly, thinking about countermeasures quickly.

 Being targeted like this every day is not the answer.

Since [Jiangnanke] cannot solve the problem for him, he can only use his own means.

Yang Fang, wearing a black cloak and a cold face, walked towards Fangshi again.

This time he still did not approach the West Square, but entered a shop near the East Square.

This is a weapons shop with a dazzling array of weapons. In fact, Dongfang is mainly focused on weapon refining, and there are blacksmith shops on almost every street.

“Sir, what kind of weapons do you need?”

 A shopkeeper in his early fifties walked out with a smile on his face and looked at Yang Fang.

Yang Fang said nothing and began to scan the shop. After a moment, his eyes suddenly fell on a large Guan Dao in the corner.

This knife is about 1.8 meters long and about as thick as a child's wrist. It stands there with a cold light shining and an unspeakable aura of intimidation emanating from it.

 “Can I see that knife?”

Yang Fang said in a hoarse voice.

"Of course, to be honest, this knife is made of high-quality iron. If the guest takes a fancy to it, I can sell it to the guest at a cheaper price. It only costs ten taels of silver."

 The shopkeeper smiled quickly.

Yang Fang walked to the corner and grabbed the Guandao. He felt an extremely heavy feeling pouring into his palm. He almost failed to pick it up for the first time. Even if he picked it up later, it still seemed awkward to swing it.

Yang Fang frowned and inserted the sword in place again.

 “How much does this knife weigh?”

 “No more, no less, a full 80 pounds!”

The shopkeeper smiled.

80 pounds?

Yang Fang was secretly awe-inspiring.

 It’s almost the same weight as Erye’s knife.

But it’s not that simple to use this thing well.

 He fell into a brief thought.

The reason why I went out to buy such a big knife was simply to minimize suspicion when I used it to deal with Guan Lu.

You must know that he had just had a conflict with Steward Lu during the day and almost drew his sword. If Steward Lu died under the sword's skill, then his dislike would definitely not be eradicated.

But if Guanshi Lu died under a machete, then his suspicion would be much smaller.

 But the knife was too heavy, and his flexibility could not keep up.

 “Is there anything lighter?”

Yang Fang asked.

"Lighter ones? There are some, too. There is a water-milled Zen staff over there, weighing 62 kilograms. Your Majesty, you can go and have a look."

 The shopkeeper smiled quickly.

Yang Fang looked around, and his eyes suddenly flashed.

I saw an extremely thick Zen staff standing quietly in the corner. The staff was completely black, and its length was much shorter than the Daguan Dao. The upper and lower ends were cast extremely huge, especially the crescent shovel at the top, which glowed coldly. Shining and extremely sharp.

Beside the crescent shovel, there is a thick iron ring.

 The strong wind blew, causing the iron rings to make a clanging sound.

Yang Fang walked over, grabbed the water-milling Zen staff, and began to swing it, whirring like a tiger. With his second-grade cultivation, using this water-milling Zen staff actually fit right in his hand.

 “Good weapons, good weapons!”

Yang Fang stopped again, stared at the iron ring on the crescent shovel, and said, "It's just that this iron ring is not very good!"

　With the iron hoop hanging on, it is too easy to be exposed when walking.

“If you like it, sir, I will have someone remove the iron ring for you.”

The shopkeeper smiled.

 “How to sell it?”

Yang Fang asked.

 “Uh, eight taels of silver!”

 The shopkeeper looked at Yang Fang and stretched out four fingers.

 “Eight taels? Is it too expensive?”

Yang Fang frowned.

“It’s not expensive, not expensive at all. This water-milled Zen rod is made of high-quality iron. It took several masters more than ten days to make it. If you buy this Zen rod, you will also get an extra secret book!”

The shopkeeper smiled.

 “Are there any secrets?”

Yang Fang thought for a moment, nodded directly, and said, "Okay, take away the iron ring!"

"okay!"

The shopkeeper quickly asked someone to carry the Zen staff down.

Several strong men, Ding Ling, hammered away for a long time before taking off the iron ring.

Yang Fang has already paid the money and received a secret book from the shopkeeper called [Big Cloak Staff Technique].

However, if it can be freely given away by the shopkeeper, you don't have to think about it to know that it is a popular product.

 It is very likely to be similar to his [Thirteen Gale Swords].

Yang Fang picked up the Zen staff and left the place directly.

 The next two days passed.

Yang Fang practiced while working.

 Ever since the conflict with Manager Lu that day, the following days have become increasingly difficult.

Steward Lu has a gloomy face every day, as if he has his eyes firmly on Yang Fang, and comes out to embarrass him a few times intentionally or unintentionally.

 In response to his embarrassment, Yang Fang just said nothing and endured it again and again.

With his forbearance, Manager Lu became more and more angry.

 Everyone in the iron shop could see Manager Lu's suppression of Yang Fang.

 For a while, other people in the iron shop also became uneasy and did not dare to get too close to Yang Fang for fear of being angered by Manager Lu.

“You trash, I really thought you had the guts to draw a sword with me!”

Manager Lu stared at Yang Fang's back coldly, turned the iron in his hand, and said coldly, "You will be deflated in my hands for a day, and you will be deflated in my hands for the rest of your life. As long as I am here, you will never be able to stand up in this life!"

Thinking of the scene where he was actually suppressed by Yang Fang a few days ago, his face turned livid and he gritted his teeth.

It was a great shame and humiliation for a dignified Black Tiger Gang manager to be intimidated by a young man who had just arrived.

 Night.

  No moon.

In the room, Yang Fang once again finished practicing for several hours. He took a long breath and stood up from the bed. His eyes flickered and he looked at the panel.

 “Finally the third grade.”

Name: Yang Fang

 Life expectancy: 21/46 years

Cultivation level: third grade (1/120)

 Heart Technique: Yang Yan Jue Dacheng (1/840)

 Martial skills: Mastery of the Thirteen Gale Swords (30/300), Mastery of the Shadowless Sword (101/800), Mastery of the Great Cloak Staff (280/300)

 Qualification: Good (12/30)

 It is not in vain that he has been refining the Qi-nourishing Pill these past few days.

In three days, a full 27 Qi-nourishing pills were refined, which not only made Yang Yan Jue a great success, but also brought his cultivation level to the third level.

 Also improved is the [Great Cloak Staff Technique].

As expected, this staff technique is indeed on the same level as the [Thirteen Gale Swords].

 You can know just by looking at the experience value at the end.

Yang Fang moved his neck, grabbed the thick Zen staff on one side, rushed out of the yard, and started dancing directly in the yard, whirring, the wind howling, and every move and every move was full of powerful power.

Dang!

 He slammed the Zen staff on the ground, exhaled a breath, and his eyes turned cold.

 “Old thief Lu Rong!”

Yang Fang turned around and entered the house, put on a night suit and a mask, locked the courtyard door, and disappeared into the distance.

 The other direction.

 In a small room.

 Lights flicker.

 The sound of men's laughter was heard.

Lu Zhengfang, the son of Guanshi Lu, was teasing a young woman who had been kidnapped with a smile on his face.

 With the support of his father, the nearby neighbors and neighbors, whoever has a beautiful daughter, basically cannot escape his murderous hands.

"Little lady, how about marrying me? If you marry me, you can have whatever you want from now on."

 Lv Zhengfang smiled.

“Sir, please let me go, I beg you, woo woo woo”

 A young woman cried so hard that the pear blossoms brought rain.

“Hey, why are you crying? I didn’t do anything to you. I was discussing with you. Why are you crying?”

 Lv Zhengfang spoke repeatedly.

 Little Women cries more compactly.

Lu Zhengfang gradually became impatient and said coldly, "If you continue to cry, then I will kill your whole family!"

The little woman's face was horrified, she quickly stopped crying and looked at Lu Zhengfang in horror.

“Hehe, that’s right, come on, smile, smile quickly, you only look good when you smile.”

 Lv Zhengfang smiled.

 The little woman turned pale and forced a frightened smile.

 Click!

 Suddenly, the closed wooden window exploded.

 Saw chips were flying and the wind was howling.

An extremely burly figure in black rushed in instantly, holding a huge Zen staff in his right hand, with the five fingers of his left hand spread out. It was terrifyingly powerful, like a giant elephant. Almost before Lu Zhengfang could react, he pressed down on him. face door.

Lu Zhengfang's expression changed, and with a bang, his whole head was pushed directly to the ground, smashing the table into pieces, screaming, and blood spurting out.

“Where is the old thief Lu Rong?”

Yang Fang’s voice was hoarse and his eyes were cold.

Wearing a red evil ghost mask on his face, he is wrapped tightly in black clothes.

At the end is a majestic demon king!

 Chapter 3 is here, please vote for me!

 Everyone, don’t worry.

 The protagonist of this book is decisive in killing.

 (End of this chapter)