I Became a Martial Saint In Another World

 Chapter 4 Being Targeted

 Night.

 Come again.

After Yang Fang took a short rest, he stayed in the room, waving the rusty sword, and continued to practice the Thirteen Gale Swords, striving to increase his strength.

 As for why you didn’t take the lead in practicing [Yang Yan Jue]?

Because he tried it, the progress of [Yang Yan Jue] was slow. He had practiced it for more than an hour before, but the progress bar did not increase at all.

In this case, he can only place his hope on the Thirteen Gale Swords.

It was pitch black outside and extremely silent.

 Unknowingly, time passes.

ah!

 Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the depths of darkness.

Yang Fang was startled.

here we go again?

 Fortunately, the voice sounded extremely far away, as if it was dozens of meters in front of him.

“The evil spirit has changed places.”

Yang Fang’s heart beat.

After the scream came out, about three minutes passed.

Another burst of shrill screams came, extremely harsh, accompanied by waves of deep muffled sounds, as if the room had been smashed into pieces.

 This time the sound came from behind his house.

 He was startled.

 “Run to the back?”

Yang Fang no longer dared to continue practicing his sword, and hurriedly hid under the bed, holding his breath and feeling nervous.

 Perfect silence.

 Approximately two or three minutes passed.

Hee hee hee.

Suddenly, bursts of clear and small laughter came from outside his room, making Yang Fang's hair stand upright and his heart frightened.

coming!

 Is this the evil spirit?

The evil spirit is outside his door?

 He quickly held his mouth tightly, held his breath, and hid under the bed motionless.

The evil spirit wandered around for a while, and suddenly seemed to have discovered something. It suddenly turned around and let out a strange and harsh cry, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. The sound alone made people's eardrums sting.

ah!

 “Bold evildoer!”

 There was a terrifying roar outside the door.

Then there were bursts of violent roars and booms.

 It seemed like someone rushed over quickly and was fighting with the evil spirit. The movement was extremely loud.

Yang Fang opened his eyes wide and listened carefully.

 The strong movement was rushing towards the distance, and soon no sound could be heard anymore.

 He lay under the bed, his heart beating, still not daring to show his head easily.

 Just like this, time passes.

 Extraordinary suffering.

 Until the rooster crows outside again.

Yang Fang became bolder again and crawled out from under the bed. He was covered in cold sweat and his back was wet. His mind was calm, but he did not dare to delay at all. He immediately grabbed the rusty sword and started practicing in the room again.

 He now misses no opportunity to improve his strength.

 This practice lasts about two hours.

 The sky is completely bright outside.

Yang Fang stopped and glanced at the panel.

Name: Yang Fang

 Life expectancy: 21/32 years

 Cultivation level: Not yet admitted (20/30)

 Heart Technique: Introduction to Yang Yan Jue (6/100)

 Martial Arts: Introduction to Thirteen Gale Swords (91/100)

 Qualifications: Terrible (1/5)

“The Thirteen Gale Swords will enter the next level today.”

Yang Fang secretly said.

This world is too scary.

 He finally understood Zheng Fanghua's feelings now.

Yang Zang took courage and observed for a moment through the crack in the door, then walked out of the room again.

 I saw a large number of people gathered outside again, and there was a lot of discussion.

A piece of black liquid appeared not far away. It was extremely cold and extended into the distance, like mold spots that grew out of being exposed to the sun for many years. Just one look at it made many people's minds sway uncontrollably. Shivering.

 “Don’t come close, this is the blood of that evil spirit!”

“It was the masters of the Sanhe Gang who took action last night!”

 “Great, if the masters from the Sanhe Gang take action, they will definitely be able to take down the evil spirit!”

 An expert from the Sanhe Gang?

Yang Xing felt envious.

However, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

 This evil spirit has been so close to me twice in a row.

 He can escape twice, but can he escape the third time?

Looking at the pool of black liquid on the ground, Yang Fang instinctively had an idea in his mind.

"move place?"

 But he quickly shook his head.

Even if I move, where can I move to?

He is a poor man who only has this house. Even if he rents a house, he doesn’t have enough money unless he sleeps on the street.

Yang Fang returned home, finished washing, and rushed towards the dock again.

 “You want to borrow money from me?”

As soon as he arrived at the pier, Yang Fang looked at the three men in front of him suspiciously.

"Yes, I hope brother Yang Fang can help and give us a little bit."

 The man in the lead laughed playfully and patted Yang Fang lightly with his palm.

Yang Fang was speechless for a while.

I have less than 30 yuan in total. Why do you have the nerve to ask me to borrow money?

 He looked at the three people in front of him, and an impression soon appeared in his mind.

The leader's name is Zhao Gang, who seems to be a notoriously difficult boss at this wharf. His brother Zhao Hu seems to be a small boss at this wharf. Almost no one among the many coolies dares to mess with him. Should he borrow money from himself?

“I don’t have any money either. I only earn 10 cents a day. Just eating and drinking makes me 12 cents a day. How can I have any money left?”

Yang Fang shook his head repeatedly.

“Hey, Brother Yang Fang is so humble. Who doesn’t know you are rich?”

Zhao Gang smiled and whispered, "Last time, the Mongolian Chamber of Commerce's boat capsized and the goods were dumped. I heard that Brother Yang Fang also went there that time and picked up a lot of valuable things. Didn't these things get converted into money? "

 “Mongolian Chamber of Commerce? Capsized?”

Yang Fang looked confused.

 He is severely lacking in this part of his memory.

But after looking more closely, it seemed that the original owner had indeed fished something out of a ditch. It was pitch black and I didn’t know what it was.

 “No money, really no money.”

Yang Fang shook his head repeatedly.

“Fuck you, if you don’t eat the toast, you’ll have to drink it as a penalty, right? Look at what a **** you are, if you don’t want to borrow it, just say so!”

 A man next to him started to curse without any politeness.

"you!"

Yang Fang felt angry.

 But when he saw the other three people, he still gritted his teeth, chose to endure it, turned around and continued working.

 “Shabhi stuff, you deserve to be a coolie for the rest of your life!”

The man was still cursing.

Zhao Gang, the leader, touched his chin, thoughtfully.

Yang Fang didn’t sell that thing?

 That means that thing is definitely still at his home.

 “Go to his house at night, huh?”

 Zhao Gang gestured to the two people around him.

The two people's eyes flashed and they nodded immediately.

 A whole day of hard work is over again.

After Yang finished work, he walked around the market to see if there were any powerful martial arts that he could buy. The result was beyond his expectation. There were many martial arts sellers here, of all kinds, but the prices were all extremely expensive.

 The cheapest martial skill requires more than one tael of silver.

 He felt helpless and could only sigh.

 “Good news, good news, the evil spirit last night has been dealt with.”

 Suddenly, the crowd surged in front, and a message came.

 Everyone else looked happy.

 “Is it really solved?”

 “The masters of the Sanhe Gang are really powerful?”

 “So there won’t be any more murders in the future?”

Yang Fang also showed surprise.

 He specially bought three sesame seed cakes at the market to celebrate, and then rushed home.

 After eating sesame seed cakes, he picked up the old iron sword and started practicing in the room again.

Since the evil spirit has been eliminated, he should take advantage of this to improve his strength. What if there are other evil spirits?

 Unknowingly, two hours passed.

With a series of clicking sounds coming from his body, finally, his body stopped and let out a long breath.

  Mastery of the Thirteen Gale Swords (1/300).

Not only that, but the qualifications also changed from terrible (1/5) to (3/5).

“Has your qualifications been… improved?”

Yang Fang's eyes flashed, feeling a little strange.

He moved slightly in the room and felt that his limbs were lighter. His reaction ability and body speed seemed to have improved across the board, especially his understanding of fighting skills, which had reached a whole new level.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Yang Fang's eyelids twitched and he heard subtle footsteps coming from outside the door.

His heart beat, he held his breath, immediately blew out the oil lamp, huddled in a corner, and held the sword tightly.

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