The world grew dark, as if falling into an endless netherworld.

Then it gradually brightens up again.

Yang gasped for breath and woke up again from his bed in another world.

Inside, the lights are dimly lit.

An oil lamp jumps.

He got up from the bed and immediately moved under it.

Although only an hour had passed here, he also had a feeling of being in a different world, and bursts of tingling sensations began to emerge in his body, all of which were 'experiences' brought about by cultivation in the real world.

Yang Fang immediately opened the panel and looked at it again.

Name: Yang Fang

Lifespan: 21/50 years

Repair: Three products (80/120)

Mental Method: Yang Yan Decisive Achievement (593/840)

Martial Arts: Wind Thirteen Swords Mastery (30/300), Shadowless Sword Dacheng (100/1200), Great Cloak Staff Faden Hall Entry (200/500)

Skill: Iron Strike (1/800)

Qualification: Promising (1/60)

...

Yang Yanjue really changed again.

From the previous Daesung (563/840) to the current (593/840).

Again increased by more than thirty points.

The second is the Shadowless Sword, which also increases by 100 points.

"Tai Chi is really useless."

Yang Fang suddenly whispered.

Think about it, since the exercises of the other world cannot be brought into reality, how can the exercises in reality be brought into the other world?

Even if you are brought into another world, the level of exercises in the real world is estimated to be very low.

Yang Fang shook his head slightly, and suddenly he remembered something, and took out a few taels of silver from his arms, plus a black unknown animal skin, and looked at this unknown animal skin against the oil lamp.

The hides were covered with strange silver handwriting, each one like a ghostly drawing.

Yang Fang looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see that this animal skin was famous.

He put on the hide again, then changed into a black coat, wrapped his head in a black hat, put on a certain red demon mask, picked up the Zen staff, and began to leave the room quietly.

After leaving the pharmacy, Yang Fang immediately rushed towards the trading place agreed with those Blue Star people.

...

The night was silent.

The stars are twinkling.

Under a large locust tree in Nanfang.

At this moment, three figures wearing night clothes and masks are gathering, gathering together, gently snorting white air, rubbing their hands together.

"Why haven't you come yet, can't you forget?"

"Probably not, doesn't he want the final payment?"

"Hopefully everything will go well."

The three of them whispered in their mouths.

They are the ones who promised to trade with Yang Fang in the real world.

The three of them had transferred Sancheng's money to Yang Fang in advance, and agreed to meet here as soon as they crossed.

However, it can also be seen from their black clothes and masks that these three people are deeply wary of each other and are unwilling to show their heads easily.

If you make a mistake in the real world, you will lose some money at most, but if you make a mistake here, you will lose your life, so no one wants to be the first to expose your identity.

From this point of view, their so-called alliance will only become extremely difficult.

Another time passed.

When the three of them were gradually waiting impatiently, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the alley on one side.

"Who?"

The faces of the three of them changed, and they quickly turned to look.

"Fang City's friends?"

Yang Fang's hoarse voice came from the alley.

"It's us, big guy, you're finally here!"

"Did the big guy bring the silver?"

"Odd and even the same..."

The three of them were overjoyed and hurriedly spoke.

Yang Fang's body also completely walked out of the dark alley.

It's just that when the three of them saw Yang Fang's outfit, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

I saw that Yang Fang's body was about half a head taller than all of them, wearing a red demon mask, holding an unusually thick water mill Zen staff in his hand, and his whole body was wrapped in a thick black robe.

Could it be that the identity of the other party is a monk?

The three of them were puzzled.

Yang Fang took out 18 taels of silver from his arms, divided them among the three of them one by one, and said hoarsely, "Remember to pay the balance when you go back." ”

"Okay, good, the big guy can rest assured that Tong Su is not bullied!"

"We've never defaulted on money."

The three of them hurriedly said.

"By the way, the big guy doesn't know what to do in the other world?"

One couldn't help but ask curiously.

Yang Fang glanced at him coldly and said, "Only trading, not talking about work!" ”

After giving the three men money, he immediately took the Zen staff in his hand and turned to leave.

The three of them changed their minds, and they didn't say more, they glanced at each other, and then they all chose a direction and accelerated away.

The so-called alliance before was not even mentioned at this moment.

Yang Fang suddenly stopped not far away, glanced back at them again, and after making sure that no one was following around, he hurried towards Beifang.

His mind was thinking.

The problem of one's own body is becoming more and more obvious.

Just now, the strongest of the three people, Cai Erpin, actually heard his footsteps.

It's no wonder that in the past, it was discovered every time.

"Body martial arts must be obtained as soon as possible, as well as soft armor, poisonous needles, lime powder... They all have to be carefully coordinated in order to deal with the chaos that is coming in the settlement..."

Yang Fang whispered.

...

In the other direction.

In front of a stinking ditch a few miles away from the pharmacy.

The body of the man in black who was thrown here by him before was finally found.

A total of seven or eight black-clothed people appeared, with angry eyes, grabbed the corpse on the ground, and quickly rummaged through his body, but unfortunately after looking around, he couldn't find what he was looking for.

"Damn, it's gone!"

"Damn, who killed him in advance!"

"Look, his fingers have been cut off, the wound was not caused on the same day, his right hand should have been cut off long ago, his left hand seems to have been cut off just now, the person who did it must be a master of swordsmanship!"

"A master of swordsmanship? There are so many people who use swords in the Black Iron Settlement, where can I find that murderer! ”

"If you can't find it, you have to look for it, find it quickly!"

A group of men in black scolded and acted again.

If they don't find any trace of that thing, they won't be at peace for a day.

There will be more and more masters here!

...

Yang Fang, dressed in black and holding a Zen staff, had just walked out of an alley, when his face suddenly changed, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked at the opposite side.

Two men in black also rushed over from the opposite direction.

After seeing Yang Fang, the two black-clothed men also hurriedly stopped, holding the long sword and hidden weapon tightly, their eyes full of vigilance.

The three of them looked at each other in the alley.

"Brother, no malice, go your own way?"

One of the black-clothed men spoke vigilantly and stared at Yang Fang closely.

Yang Fang nodded lightly, without saying a word, and his body slowly retreated backwards.

The two men in black were also slowly retreating.

After exiting a certain distance, both sides turned and fled, changing directions.

There was no danger along the way, and soon after, Yang Fang finally rushed to the pharmacy again.

As soon as he entered the shop, he quickly took off his mask, took off his clothes, and hid his Zen staff under the bed.

"Beifang is really going to be messy, no, I have to buy supplies tomorrow!"

Yang Fang's heart became more and more unable to calm down.

In one night, he encountered two waves of men in black in a row.

Yibo broke into the pharmacy before, tried to steal the medicine, and was stabbed to death by him.

The other wave was just encountered.

If it goes on like this, I don't know how chaotic it will be in the future.

He's going to have to get all the tools ready.

Thinking of this, Yang Fang didn't sit idle, pulled out his long sword, and cultivated the Shadowless Sword in the room again.

...

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