MTL - Gou Became a Martial Saint In Another World-Chapter 4 be targeted

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   night.

   Come again.

  After Yang Fang had a short rest, he stayed behind closed doors in the room, wielding the Rusty Sword, and continued to practice the Thirteen Swords of Gale, striving to increase his own strength.

  As for why not take the lead in practicing [Yang Yan Jue]?

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

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

   It was pitch black outside, extremely dead.

   Before you know it, time passes.

ah!

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

  Yang Fang was taken aback.

here we go again?

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

   "The evil spirit has changed places."

  Yang Fang's heart was beating.

   After the scream came out, it was about three minutes later.

   There was another shrill scream, which was extremely ear-piercing, accompanied by low and muffled sounds, as if the room had been smashed into pieces.

   This time the voice came from behind his house.

  He was startled.

   "Run to the back?"

  Yang Fang didn't dare to continue practicing sword anymore, and quickly hid under the bed, holding his breath, feeling nervous.

   Absolute silence.

   About two or three minutes passed.

Hee hee hee.

  Suddenly, bursts of clear and small laughter came from outside his room, which made Yang Fang's hair stand straight, and his heart was terrified.

coming!

  Is this the evil spirit?

  The evil spirit is right outside his door?

  He quickly held his mouth tightly, held his breath, and hid under the bed without moving.

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

ah!

   "Bold evildoer!"

  A terrifying roar sounded outside the door.

   Then bursts of violent roar came out, rumbling and exploding.

  It seemed that someone was rushing over and fighting the evil spirit, and the movement was extremely loud.

  Yang Fang widened his eyes and listened carefully.

  The strong movement was rushing towards the distance, and soon there was no sound in the ear.

  He was lying under the bed, his heart was beating, but he still didn't dare to show his face easily.

   That's it, time passes.

   Abnormal torment.

   Until the **** crowing sounded outside again.

  Yang Fang became more courageous again, and crawled out from under the bed, covered in cold sweat, his back was wet, and his mind was fixed, but he didn't dare to delay, immediately grabbed the rusty sword, and practiced in the room again.

  He does not miss any chance to improve his strength now.

   This practice is about two hours.

  It was completely bright outside.

  Yang Fang stopped and glanced at the panel.

  Name: Yang Fang

   Life expectancy: 21/32 years old

  Repair: Not entered (20/30)

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

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

  Qualification: Terrible (1/5)

   "Thirteen Swords of Gale Wind will enter the next level today."

  Yang Fang secretly thought.

   This world is terrible.

  He finally understood Zheng Fanghua's feelings now.

  Yang Zoomed boldly, observed through the crack of the door for a while, and walked out of the room again.

   I saw a large group 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 it stretched into the distance, like a moldy spot that had not been exposed to sunlight all year round. Just looking at it made many people shake their minds and feel uncontrollable Shivering.

   "Don't get close, this is the blood of that evil spirit!"

   "Last night, the masters of the Sanhe Gang took action!"

   "Great, the masters of the Sanhe Gang will definitely take down the evil spirits!"

  An expert from the Three Rivers Gang?

  Yang felt envious in peace.

   But he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

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

  He can dodge twice, but can he dodge the third?

  Looking at the pool of black liquid on the ground, Yang Fang instinctively came up with an idea.

"move place?"

   But he quickly shook his head again and again.

  Where can I move even if I move?

  He is a poor man, he 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, washed up, and rushed to the pier again.

   "You asked me to borrow money?"

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

   "Yes, I hope Brother Yang Fang can help out and give us some."

   The first man laughed and patted Yang Fang lightly with his palm.

  Yang Fang was speechless for a while.

  I have less than 30 Wen in total, so why are you so embarrassed to ask me to borrow money?

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

  The person in charge is named Zhao Gang, who seems to be a well-known difficult boss at this pier. His older brother Zhao Hu seems to be a small boss at this pier. Few of the coolies dare to mess with him. How can he borrow money from himself?

   "I don't have any money either. I only earn 10 Wen a day, and I only get 12 Wen a day for eating and drinking. How can I have more money?"

  Yang Fang shook his head again and again.

   "Hey, brother Yang Fang is being modest, who doesn't know that 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. Could it be that these things have not been exchanged for money? "

   "Mongolian Chamber of Commerce? Overturned?"

  Yang Fang looked confused.

  He is quite missing this part of memory.

   But after careful examination, it seems that the original owner did fish something 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.

   "Fuck you, you don't have to drink a toast, don't you? Look at you, if you don't want to borrow it, just say it!"

  A man next to him yelled at him without any hesitation.

"you!"

  Yang felt relieved and angry.

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

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

  The man was still cursing.

   Zhao Gang, who was the leader, rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

  Yang Fang didn't sell that thing?

   That means that thing is definitely still in his home.

   "Going to his house tonight, huh?"

   Zhao Gang gestured to the two people around him.

  The eyes of the two people flashed, and they nodded immediately.

  The whole day of coolies is over again.

  After Yang left work, he took a walk around Fangshi, trying to see if there were any powerful martial arts that he could buy. The result was beyond his expectation. There were quite a lot of martial arts for sale here, all kinds, but all of them were extremely expensive.

  The cheapest martial skill also needs more than one tael of silver.

  He had no choice but to sigh.

   "Good news, good news, the evil spirits from last night have been resolved."

  Suddenly, the crowd ahead surged, and a message came.

  The others all looked happy.

   "Really solved?"

   "The masters of the Sanhe Gang are really powerful?"

   "So there will be no more homicides?"

  Yang Fang also showed surprise.

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

   After eating the biscuits, he grabbed the old iron sword and practiced in the room again.

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

   Before I knew it, two hours passed.

  Following bursts of crackling sounds coming from inside his body, finally, his body stopped and let out a long breath.

   Gale Thirteen Swords Mastery (1/300).

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

   "Aptitude is...improved?"

  Yang Fang's eyes flickered, and he felt a little weird.

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

"Um?"

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

  His heart was beating, he held his breath, and immediately blew out the oil lamp, shrank in the corner, and held the long sword tightly.

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  (end of this chapter)