On the way back, the more Yang Anxin thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he was quickly thinking about countermeasures.

Being targeted every day like this is not a solution.

Since [Jiangnanke] can't solve it for him, he can only use his own means.

Yang Fang wore a black cloak and a cold face, and walked towards Fang City again.

This time, he still didn't approach the West Fang, but entered a shop near the East Fang.

This is a weapons shop, which is full of dazzling colors, and all kinds of weapons are placed, in fact, Dongfang is indeed mainly refining weapons, and there are blacksmith shops in almost every street.

"Guest officer, what kind of weapons do you need?"

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

Yang Fang didn't say a word, he glanced around the shop, and after a while, a pair of eyes suddenly fell on a Daguan knife in the corner.

This knife is about one meter eight long, about the thickness of a child's wrist, standing there, the cold light is shining, and an indescribable aura of intimidation emanates from above.

"Can I take a look at the knife?"

Yang Fang said hoarsely.

"Of course you can, it's not a secret, this knife is made of high-grade iron, if the guest officer takes a fancy to it, I can sell it to the guest officer cheaply, only ten taels of silver."

The shopkeeper hurriedly smiled.

Yang Fang walked to the corner, grabbed the knife, only to feel an incomparably heavy feeling surging into his palm, the first time he almost failed to pick it up, even if it was up in the back, but when he waved it, it still looked extremely clumsy.

Yang Fang frowned, and inserted the Daguan knife 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 about the same weight as the second master's knife.

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

He thought for a moment.

The reason why I came out to buy such a big knife was nothing more than to minimize the suspicion when I used it to solve the problem of Steward Lu.

You must know that he had just had a conflict with Steward Lu during the day, and he almost drew his sword, if Steward Lu died under the swordsmanship, then his disgust would definitely not be able to get rid of.

But if Steward Lu dies under the big knife, then his suspicion will be much smaller.

But the knife was so heavy that his dexterity couldn't keep up at all.

"Is there a light?"

Yang Fang asked.

"Tapped? Also, there is a water mill Zen stick over there, weighing 62 catties, and the guest officer can go and see it. ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly smiled.

Yang Fang looked at it, and his eyes flashed.

I saw an extremely thick Zen staff quietly erected in the corner, this staff was black all over, the length was much shorter than that Daguan knife, and the upper and lower ends were cast extremely huge, especially at the top of the crescent shovel, the cold light was shining, and it was extremely sharp.

Next to this crescent shovel, there is also a thick iron ring.

The strong wind blew, making the hoop make a clattering sound.

Yang Fang walked over, directly grabbed the water mill Zen staff, and began to wave it, whirring, tiger and tiger, with his second-grade cultivation, using this water mill Zen staff just fit his hand.

"Good weapons, good weapons!"

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

Hung up the iron hoop, walking up, too easy to expose.

"If the guest officer likes it, I will let the iron ring be removed for you."

The shopkeeper smiled.

"How did you sell it?"

Yang Fang asked.

"Uh, eight taels of silver!"

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

"Eight taels? Too expensive, right? ”

Yang Fang frowned.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive at all, this water mill Zen rod is made of high-grade iron, and it took several masters more than ten days to build it, and after buying this Zen stick, I also gave an extra cheatbook!"

The shopkeeper smiled.

"And cheats?"

Yang Fang thought slightly, nodded directly, and said, "Okay, let's go to the iron ring!" ”

"Okay!"

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

It took a few strong men to chisel for a long time before taking off the iron ring.

Here, Yang Fang has already paid the money and received a secret book from the shopkeeper, called the [Great Cloak Staff Method].

However, it can be given away by the shopkeeper at will, and you don't have to think about it to know that it is a big road goods.

It's very likely to be similar to his [Thirteen Swords of the Wind].

Yang Fang carried the Zen staff and left this place directly.

...

Two more days passed.

Yang Fang practiced while going to work.

Since the conflict with Steward Lu once that day, the following days have almost become more and more difficult.

Steward Lu had a gloomy face every day, as if he was completely staring at Yang Fang, and he deliberately and unintentionally came out to embarrass a few times.

For his embarrassment, Yang Fang just didn't say a word, and endured it again and again.

And with his forbearance, Steward Lu also kicked his nose in the face more and more.

The entire iron shop could all see Steward Lu's suppression of Yang Fang.

For a while, the other people in the iron shop also became nervous, and they didn't dare to get too close to Yang Fang at all, for fear that they would be angered by Steward Lu.

"Waste, I really thought you had the guts to draw a sword with me!"

Steward Lu looked at Yang Fang's back coldly, turned the iron gall in his hand, and said coldly, "If you eat deflated under my hands one day, you will eat deflated under my hands for the rest of your life, with me, you don't want to turn over in this life!" ”

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

As a dignified steward of the Black Tiger Gang, he was frightened by a young man who had just arrived, which was a great shame.

...

Night.

No month.

In the room, Yang Fang once again finished his cultivation for a few hours, let out a long breath, got up from the bed, his eyes flashed, and looked at the panel.

"Finally, it's three."

Name: Yang Fang

Lifespan: 21/46 years

Repair: Three products (1/120)

Mental Method: Yang Yan Decisive Achievement (1/840)

Martial Arts: Thirteen Swords Mastery (30/300), Shadowless Sword Entry (101/800), Mantle Staff Mastery (280/300)

Qualification: Good (12/30)

...

It's not in vain that he has been refining the Qi Nourishing Pill for the past few days.

In three days, 27 Qi Nourishing Pills were refined, not only did Yang Yan become a great success, but he also entered the third grade with his cultivation.

Also improved is the [Great Cloak Staff Method].

As he expected, this staff method was indeed at the same level as the [Thirteen Swords of the Wind].

Just look at the experience value behind it.

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

Clang!

He slammed his staff to the ground, exhaling a breath and his eyes turning cold.

"Lu Rong old thief!"

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

...

In the other direction.

In a small room.

The lights are flickering.

The sound of a man's laughter could be heard.

Lu Zhengfang, the son of Steward Lu, was smiling and teasing a young woman who had been taken captive.

With his father's support, the neighbors and neighbors in the neighborhood, who have a beautiful daughter, basically can't escape his poisonous hands.

"Little lady, how about marrying me? Marry me, and you can have whatever you want from now on. ”

Lu Zhengfang said with a smile.

"Childe, please release the slave family, I beg you, woo woo..."

A young woman cries pear blossoms with rain.

"Hey, what are you crying about, I didn't treat you well, I'm discussing with you, why are you crying?"

Lu Zhengfang spoke again and again.

"Woooooo

The little woman cried more intensely.

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 shocked, and she quickly stopped crying and looked at Lu Zhengfang in horror.

"Hehe, that's right, come, laugh one, laugh one, laugh quickly, only laugh to look good."

Lu Zhengfang said with a smile.

The little woman's face turned pale, and she forced a frightened smile.

Click!

Suddenly, the closed wooden window exploded.

Sawdust flies and the wind howls.

An extremely burly figure in black rushed in in an instant, holding a huge Zen staff in his right hand, and the five fingers of his left hand were spread, his power was terrifying, like a giant elephant, almost before Lu Zhengfang could react, he pressed on the door in front of him.

Lu Zhengfang's face changed, and with a bang, his entire head was directly pressed to the ground, smashing the table, screaming, and spurting blood.

"Where is the old thief Lu Rong?"

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

He wore a red demon mask on his face, and his black clothes were tightly wrapped.

It's a dignified demon king!

...

Chapter 3 is here, ask for a monthly pass!

Rest assured, Jiangnan Ke will definitely be killed.

The protagonist of this book kills decisively, and will never leave some deliberately disgusting enemies~