inside the room.

Yang Fang sat quietly, dressed in a black robe, holding up a tea cup, expressionless, and the atmosphere was depressing.

Zhang Xiaobao stood quietly, worried.

"Xiaobao, what happened today? Explain it to me in detail! ”

"No, nothing."

Zhang Xiaobao's tone was afraid.

"Still hiding?"

Yang Fang's face turned cold, "Today's dusk, Steward Tan's cronies came and asked me to cut off your head and send it to the Tianlong Gang!" ”

Zhang Xiaobao's face was so frightened that he fell directly to the ground, frightened, and kowtowed desperately.

"Yang Ye spares his life, Yang Ye spares his life"

"Say!"

Yang Fang's tone was indifferent.

"When I was buying medicine for you this afternoon, I accidentally met Hu Tianle, the son of the Tianlong Gang."

Zhang Xiaobao's face was aggrieved, with tears in his eyes, and he told everything that happened today.

Hu Tianle eats both men and women, and originally wanted to plot against Zhang Xiaobao, but when he was having sex, Zhang Xiaobao accidentally became incontinent, broke Hu Tianle Yaxing, and was thrown out of the door directly by Hu Tianle.

After that, he hurriedly fled back and rushed back to the shop.

It's just that he never expected that the Tianlong Gang would hold such a grudge and let Yang Fang cut off his head after he came back.

"Yang Ye, spare me, please, Yang Ye."

Zhang Xiaobao was terrified and kept kowtowing.

Yang Fang's eyes were lowered, and he was expressionless.

Tianlong helped Hu Tianle.

He is the biological son of Hu Meng, one of the four hall masters.

Hu Meng, the middle of the seventh grade!

"Got it, you go down, I know what to do."

Yang Fang said.

"Yang Yangye!"

Zhang Xiaobao's voice trembled.

"Go ahead."

Yang Fang's eyes were slightly cold.

"Yes!"

Zhang Xiaobao lowered his head and left this place aggrieved.

Another room.

Steward Tan sat quietly, wearing a floral robe, holding an iron pipe in his hand, smacking his mouth constantly, and a delicate woman behind him pinched his shoulders hard.

Listening to the report of his subordinates, Steward Tan swallowed the clouds and said coldly, "So, he doesn't want to do it himself?" ”

"Yes, steward."

The cronies in front of him responded carefully.

"Humph!"

Steward Tan snorted coldly, and his eyes turned cold.

I don't know how to lift!

"Go down."

"Yes!"

The cronie immediately bowed and retreated.

"Is Senior Brother Tan here?"

After a while, Yang Fang's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Tan Ye has already rested, I will talk about it tomorrow if I have something."

In the room, the delicate woman responded.

"In that case, I'll come back tomorrow!"

Outside the door, Yang Fang responded, thoughtfully, and turned to leave.

Steward Tan continued to smash the cigarette holder, his eyes were cold, and he looked outside through the window paper.

A moment later.

He slammed the pot on the table on one side, making a dull sound.

Night.

No stars and no moon.

Front of house area.

Yang Fang is tall, powerful, still working hard, the bell in his hand is ringing, the voice is deafening, while thinking about Zhang Xiaobao's affairs, he is also planning for the future.

With the complete formation of the last iron boot, Yang Fang's tense expression gradually relaxed.

On the tongs in front of him, there was a huge iron boot firmly clamped, red and covered with mysterious veins, and at a glance, there was an indescribable aura of deterrence.

It was bright in the air for more than half an hour before Yang Fang finally inserted the iron boots into the sink.

Snort!

As before, the entire sink bubbled and gurgled rapidly.

Large swaths of water vapor emerge, like steamers.

It's been a long time.

Yang Fangcai took out the iron boots again, his face was delighted, and he stared at the thing in front of him.

It's done!

The last part is also completely finished.

At this point, the Iron Demon Armor is all built!

"I don't know if this thing can improve its strength, but it is definitely not afraid of fire when worn on the body"

Yang Fang muttered to himself.

Even if the high temperature of several thousand degrees burns over, it is estimated that it will not have any effect.

He was a little anxious to go back and try.

Yang Fang put the iron tongs on one side, wrapped the boot and left the place.

Not much.

in the room.

All the parts were taken out from under the bed by Yang Fang, heavy and abnormal, black and pressed, covered with mysterious veins, eerie and bewitching.

Just looking at each part, you may not feel anything.

But when all the parts come together, the whole feeling changes completely.

Yang Fang didn't delay any longer, and immediately put on these parts one by one.

Soon.

An incomparably hideous, huge black armor firmly wrapped Yang Fang's body.

From head to toe, almost tightly wrapped.

Even the front door is blocked.

From this point of view, it is somewhat similar to the heavy armor of the Middle Ages.

The moment Yang Fang put on the armor, he clearly sensed an invisible and powerful aura permeating the armor, as if he had suddenly come to life.

The complex veins in the original armor were suddenly connected at this moment, forming a mysterious formation.

"I see."

Yang whispered.

It's no wonder that this armor claims to increase the user's strength by three to five times.

Because the veins on each part are part of the formation.

When all the lines are connected, the formation is activated.

Yang Fang immediately controlled the true qi and poured into the armor, and in an instant, he felt that the entire inside of the armor seemed to contain a huge fire dragon, and a violent and fierce force emerged to provide support for himself.

Rumble!

He threw a punch in his hand, and the wind howled and whined, filled with a sense of rage.

And that's not all!

At this moment, I could faintly feel a crazy bloodthirsty intent pouring out of this armor and drilling into my mind.

This is the obsession of the fire dragon's blood.

Yang was relieved.

The materials needed to forge this Iron Demon Warframe are extremely expensive.

Among them are the blood of the fire dragon, the heart of the fire demon, the crystal nucleus of the scaly beast, and so on.

These things already contain extremely strong evil energy, and when mixed together with the operation of the formation, they converge into a crazy intent, which can invisibly affect people's minds.

Especially when you put on armor and fight, this madness may be even stronger.

"Whew!"

Yang Fang exhaled lightly and relaxed again.

He took off the armor little by little.

The entire armor weighed nearly three hundred pounds.

It's not so easy to put on your body.

He had basically used up all of that large piece of Stygian Iron, leaving only a small piece the size of an egg.

Yang Fang put the parts separately into the package, filled two large bags, and carefully stuffed them under the bed.

The Iron Demon Armor has been completed, and there is no need for him to stay in this shop.

Yang sat down and began to close his eyes.

Early the next morning.

Yang Fang's face was expressionless, and he walked towards Steward Tan again.

"Deputy Steward Yang, Steward Tan is not here, let me send you something!"

On the way, the cronie from last night came again, holding a box in his hand, and spoke.

"What's that?"

Yang Fang frowned.

"Steward Tan said, Deputy Steward Yang looked at it!"

The cronie responded.

He placed the box on the stone table on one side and quickly left.

Yang Fang's face was gloomy, and he had a bad premonition, walked to the stone table, and picked open the box with his long sword.

Bang!

A head marinated in lime catches the eye.

His face was pale and full of fear, and his eyes still did not close.

Zhang Xiaobao!

Yang Fang's long sword was instantly grasped, and his eyes narrowed.

It seems that he still hasn't saved him!

Was it killed at night?

Not only killed him, but also sent it to himself.

Yang Fang took a light breath, kept as calm as possible, and said to himself, "Originally, I just wanted to leave quietly, why bother, why bother?"

The so-called slap in the face is nothing more than that.

He stretched out his palm, closed Zhang Xiaobao's eyes, closed the box, and then walked into the room with the box.

In the evening, inside the Heyue Building.

The atmosphere is mellow.

Laughter rang out.

Steward Tan was talking to three of the four hall masters of the Heavenly Dragon Gang.

They are Yuan Xiaotian, Hu Meng, and Zhao Erniang, in addition to them, there are several backbones of the Tianlong Gang, and a son of Steward Tan who is extremely valued.

"To tell you the truth, the dog Tan Shang has long admired Brother Yuan's name, and has revealed to me more than once that he wants to worship Brother Yuan as a teacher, and now that Brother Yuan is here, why don't you accept the dog?"

Steward Tan smiled, looked at Yuan Xiaotian among the three hall masters, and said with a smile.

Beside him, there stood a young man of seventeen or eighteen, wearing a cyan gown, oily hair and powdered face, his hair tied up, looking at Yuan Xiaotian expectantly.

Yuan Xiaotian laughed, unusually hearty, and said, "Steward Tan is really polite, what is the relationship between you and me?" As long as Manager Tan doesn't dislike my low martial arts, how dare Yuan refuse? ”

"Okay, in this case, the old man is also relieved."

Steward Tan smiled and said, "Shang'er, don't you want to serve tea to your teacher?" ”

The young man on one side immediately held a tea cup in both hands and said respectfully, "Please drink tea from Master Yuan!" ”

"Hmm."

Yuan Xiaotian smiled slightly, took the tea, dialed it with the tea lid, and said, "Tan Shang, from now on, we are all our own people, so there is no need to be so restrained in front of me!" ”

"Yes, Master Yuan!"

The teenager responded.

Seeing this, Steward Tan became more and more satisfied.

The other two hall masters also smiled.

From then on, Steward Tan was completely tied to them on the same front.

"By the way, Manager Tan, I heard that there is a new deputy steward in your shop, how is it doing? Didn't make any trouble, did you? ”

The delicate Zhao Erniang said with a smile.

"What kind of moth can you make trouble, it's just a nest of waste."

Steward Tan smiled and smashed the cigarette stick in his mouth.

Downstairs area.

A rather burly figure walked into the Heyue Building, dressed in black, with long hair scattered, raised his head, looked at the bustling restaurant, and said to himself, "What a lively restaurant, Steward Tan was here to give me a ride on the first day."

"What do you want, officer?"

A shopkeeper smiled and greeted him warmly.

"I'm looking for someone."

Yang Fang's tone was flat, he looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Where is Steward Tan?" ”

"Steward Tan?"

The shopkeeper was surprised, looked at Yang Fang, shook his head decisively and said, "I don't know, the guest officer may have found the wrong place."

"Wrong place?"

Yang Fang snorted coldly, ignored it anymore, and walked straight towards the second floor.

Even if the shopkeeper doesn't say it, he can find it.

Steward Tan has already been left by him with the scent of insects, colorless and odorless, and he can find it wherever he goes.

"Guest officer, upstairs is the VIP area, you can't go over!"

The shopkeeper's face was surprised, and he hurriedly stopped Yang Fang.

"Huh?"

Yang Fang raised his eyebrows and glanced back at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper's face changed, and he stopped instantly, revealing a look of ridicule, and he didn't dare to say more.

Yang Fang continued to walk upstairs.

The sound of laughter and laughter can be heard in the hallway far away.

Soon, Yang Fang completely confirmed the place where Steward Tan was meeting and walked straight over.

Squeak!

The tight door was slowly pushed open from the outside, and there was a screeching sound.

The long dark shadow of the door shook in the light of the lamp.

"Huh?"

In the room, everyone looked displeased and turned their heads to look.

"Wang Fang, it's not that you don't let it."

As soon as Steward Tan's voice fell, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and said coldly, "Yang Dao! ”

"Yes, it's me!"

Yang Fang's tone was calm, he strode into the door, looked at everyone present, and asked, "I don't know if you disturbed Senior Brother Tan?" ”

The three hall masters of the Tianlong Gang and Tan Shang all frowned and looked at Yang Fang.

"Interesting, this is Deputy Deacon Yang sent by the Xuanwu Sect, right?"

Zhao Erniang covered her mouth and chuckled, "It's really a hero out of a teenager!" ”

She glanced at Steward Tan meaningfully, as if she meant something.

"Boy, where did you come from, can you come here?"

Tan Shang opened his mouth and drank vigorously.

"Shang'er must not be rude!"

Steward Tan's tone was cold, he looked at Yang Fang, and said, "Is there anything wrong with Senior Brother Yang?" ”

A cold murderous intent arose in his heart.

Act recklessly!

Without his own permission, he dared to break into the place where he was a guest!

This Yang Dao is tired of living!

"Zhang Xiaobao is dead, I want to know if it's Senior Brother Tan's handiwork?"

Yang Fang asked lightly.

"So what?"

Steward Tan said coldly.

"Why? Just because he broke Hu Tianle's Yaxing? ”

Yang Fang asked, "By the way, is there Hu Tianle's Laozi here?" ”

Hu Meng on one side suddenly turned pale.

"Why?"

Steward Tan sneered and said, "Can you ask this kind of question?" Senior Brother Yang, you are really disrespectful now, do you know that I can kill you with your words now, but if you want to know why, why should I tell you? Weakness is the original sin, the ant people are not people, Zhang Xiaobao offended people who should not be offended, his fate has long been doomed, what does it have to do with him if I kill him? He's weak, so he's going to die! You are the same, you are weak, you will not survive tomorrow! ”

Steward Tan's tone was unusually cold.

"Understood."

Yang Fang nodded calmly and said, "So the strong can do whatever they want!" ”

"You can understand it that way!"

Steward Tan's voice was cold, and Yang Fang had already been sentenced to death.

Bang!

As soon as the words fell, Yang Fang slapped out a palm like lightning, and the momentum was violent.

Tan Shang squirted a mouthful of blood, his entire chest instantly sunken, his five internal organs exploded, and his body flew out directly, smacked on the wall, and turned into a ball of flesh and blood.

"Your son is also weak, so your son must also die!"

Yang Fang's tone was cold.

Chapter 3 is here, ask for a monthly pass!

(End of chapter)