Night.

Coming again.

After Yang Fang rested for a while, he closed the door in the room, waved the rusty sword, and continued to cultivate the Thirteen Swords of the Wind, striving to increase his strength.

As for why you didn't take the lead in cultivating [Yang Yan Decision]?

Because he tried, the progress of [Yang Yan Decision] was slow, and he had cultivated for more than an hour before, and the progress bar had not increased a bit.

In this way, he could only put his hope on the Thirteen Swords of the Wind first.

It was pitch black outside, and it was extremely dead.

Before you know it, time passes.

Yes!

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

Yang Fang was taken aback.

Not again?

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

"The demon has changed places."

Yang Fang's heart was beating.

After that scream, another three minutes or so passed.

There was another terrible scream, extremely piercing, accompanied by a low muffled sound, as if the room had been shattered.

This time, the voice came from behind his house.

He was shocked.

"Ran to the back?"

Yang Fang didn't dare to continue practicing swords, and hurriedly hid under the bed, holding his breath, nervous in his heart.

There was utter silence.

About two or three minutes passed.

Hee-hee-hee...

Suddenly, there were bursts of crisp and small laughter from outside his room, which made Yang Fang's hair stand up and his heart was terrified.

Here it comes!

Is this the demon?

The evil spirit is outside his door?

He hurriedly clenched his mouth, held his breath, and hid under the bed motionless.

The evil spirit wandered for a while, and suddenly as if it had discovered something, it suddenly turned around and let out a strange and piercing cry, like a cat with its tail trampled, and the sound alone made people's eardrums tingle.

Yes!

"Bold and wicked!"

A terrifying roar rang out outside the door.

Then there was a loud roar, boom and boom.

It seemed that someone was rushing towards and was fighting the evil spirit, and the movement was extremely huge.

Yang Fang's eyes widened and he listened carefully.

A strong movement was rushing into the distance, and soon no sound could be heard in the ears anymore.

He lay under the bed, his heart beating, and he still didn't dare to show his head easily.

And just like that, time passes.

Extremely tormenting.

Until the rooster crows outside rang out again.

Yang Fang's courage grew again, and he crawled out from under the bed, covered in a cold sweat, his back was wet, and his heart was calm, but he didn't dare to delay in the slightest, and immediately grabbed the rusty sword and cultivated in the room again.

He now doesn't miss any opportunity to improve his strength.

This practice is about two hours.

It was completely bright outside.

Yang Fang stopped his movements and glanced at the panel.

Name: Yang Fang

Lifespan: 21/32 years

Repair: Not in product (20/30)

Mental Method: Introduction to Yang Yan Decision (6/100)

Martial Arts: Introduction to the Thirteen Swords of the Wind (91/100)

Qualification: Awful (1/5)

...

"The Thirteen Swords of the Wind are going to enter the next level today."

Yang Fang said darkly.

The world is terrible.

He finally understood Zheng Fanghua's feelings now.

Yang magnified his courage, observed through the crack in the door for a moment, and walked out of the door again.

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

A black liquid appeared not far away, extremely cold, extending into the distance, like mildew spots that grow out of the sun all year round, just a glance made many people's hearts shake and shiver uncontrollably.

"Don't come closer, it's the blood of that demon!"

"Last night, it was the masters of the Three Rivers Gang who made a move!"

"Great, the masters of the Three Rivers Gang will definitely be able to take down the evil spirit!"

...

The master of the Three Rivers Gang?

Yang was relieved and envious.

But he couldn't help but sweat coldly.

This demon has been so close to him twice in a row.

He can dodge it twice, but can he dodge it a third time?

Looking at the black liquid on the ground, an idea instinctively popped up in Yang Fang's heart.

"Moving?"

But he quickly shook his head repeatedly.

Even if you move, where can you move?

He is a poor man, and he only has this one house, and even if he rents a house, he will not have enough money unless he sleeps on the streets.

Yang Fang returned home, washed up, and rushed to the dock again.

"You're asking me to borrow money?"

As soon as he came to the dock, 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 first man laughed, and patted Yang Fang lightly with his palm.

Yang Fang was speechless for a while.

I don't add up to less than 30 yuan, why are you embarrassed to ask me to borrow money?

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

The leader is named Zhao Gang, who seems to be the famous difficult head of this dock, his brother Zhao Hu, seems to be a small leader in this dock, and almost no one dares to provoke him among the many coolies, so he can borrow money from himself?

"I don't have any money, I only earn 10 yuan a day, and I have to pay 12 yuan a day just for eating and drinking, how can I have any money left?"

Yang Fang shook his head again and again.

"Hey, Brother Yang Fang is humble, who doesn't know that you are rich?"

Zhao Gang smiled and whispered, "Last time, the ship of the Mongolian Chamber of Commerce capsized and the goods were dumped, I heard that Brother Yang Fang also passed that time, and they also picked up a lot of valuable things, didn't these things be exchanged for money?" ”

"Mongolian Chamber of Commerce? Capsized? ”

Yang Fang looked ignorant.

This part of his memory is very missing.

But after careful inspection, it seems that the original owner did fish out of a ditch, it was pitch black, and I don't know what it was.

"No money, really no money."

Yang Fang shook his head again and again.

"Nyima, don't you eat and drink when you toast? Look at you, if you don't want to borrow it, just say it! ”

A man next to him scolded directly, unceremoniously.

"You!"

Yang was furious.

But as soon as he saw the three of them, he still gritted his teeth, chose to be patient, turned around and continued to work.

"Sabi thing, you deserve to be a coolie for the rest of your life!"

The man was still scolding.

Zhao Gang, who was the leader, touched his chin and thought about it.

Didn't Yang Fang sell that thing?

That means it's definitely still in his home.

"Go to his house at night, huh?"

Zhao Gang gestured to the two people beside him.

The two men's eyes flashed, and they nodded immediately.

...

The hard work of the day ended again.

After Yang got off work, he walked around the Fang City, trying to see if there were any powerful martial arts that could be bought, but the result was beyond his expectations, there were really a lot of martial arts sold here, all varied, but the prices were all extremely expensive.

The cheapest martial arts also cost more than one tael of silver.

He was helpless in his heart, so he had to sigh.

"Good news, good news, last night's evil spirit has been solved."

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

Everyone else looked happy.

"Is it really solved?"

"The masters of the Three Rivers Gang are really powerful?"

"So there won't be any more murders in the future?"

...

Yang Fang was also surprised.

He bought three baked cakes at the market to celebrate, and then rushed home.

After eating the baked cakes, he grabbed the worn-out iron sword and practiced in the room again.

Now that the evil spirit has been solved, then he should take advantage of this to improve his strength, what if there are other evil spirits?

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

With a clattering sound coming from his body, finally, his body stopped, and he let out a long breath.

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

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

"Qualifications: This is... Elevated? ”

Yang Fang's eyes flashed, and there was a strange feeling.

He moved lightly in the room, feeling that his limbs were lighter, and his reflexes and body speed seemed to have improved in an all-round way, especially his understanding of fighting skills had reached a new level.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Yang Fang's eyelids twitched, and he heard the faint sound of footsteps outside the door.

His heart throbbed, he held his breath, blew out the oil lamp, shrank in the corner, and clutched his sword.

Someone?

...

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