Heavenly Master, I have a different world

"Kill!"

"If you don't want to starve to death, rush in with me and grab food!"

"No more than one life left..."

"Come on!"

Under the night, it was pitch black.

Leaving the range illuminated by the candle, you can't see your fingers.

There were only chaotic sounds and roars coming and going, the sounds getting closer and closer, and the unwilling roars among them made people turn pale.

It is clear.

The refugees in the city rioted.

And listening to the sound, it seemed that the riot was not happening in one place, but spreading to the whole city.

"My boss."

Wu Hai clenched the long knife in his hand and whispered:

"You go back and hide."

He knew that Fang Zheng was stronger than him.

But the other party is the master and he is the servant. Since he is eating the emperor's salary, he must do his best to protect him at the critical moment.

Fang Zheng shook his head gently:

"Don't worry, the people living on this street are rich or noble, they are not ordinary people. Almost every family has a nursing home, so there should be no problem."

Pinch the soft persimmon first.

Refugees are not fools, and they should know what to eat when they grab things.

"Peng!"

The loud noise was deafening and caused Fang's expression to change slightly.

This sound is nearby...

Something really happened?

"Master!"

Wu Hai turned around and asked for instructions.

"Um."

Fang Zheng nodded, Wu Hai was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly ran towards the house.

Scan the field.

There are not many servants in Fang Mansion.

Old Liu, who was guarding the gate, had no power to restrain the chicken and was useless.

Coachman Li San and Li Hu were both introduced by Wu Hai. Among them, Li Hu had first-level cultivation, while Li San was just physically strong.

except them,

There are also four helpers from the kiln entrance. Normally, they also work part-time as caregivers. Apart from that, there are no outsiders.

Even if Fang Zheng is included, there are still less than ten people.

The rest are all female relatives.

In the past, when this was still the Sun Mansion, there were no less than forty or fifty people in the courtyard, and nearly half of them could carry weapons for emergency relief.

Fortunately, although they are few in number, their strength is not bad.

Brothers Li San and Li Hu were both elite soldiers who had retired from the Huben Army. They were good at attacking on the battlefield, and together they could block the second-level warriors.

Wu Hai has eaten and drank in the past two years, and he has never neglected his martial arts, and his strength has improved a lot.

also……

And Fang Zheng!

"Bang!"

The door suddenly trembled, dust fell, and the huge impact even caused the gatehouse to shake and made several people tense up.

how come?

Fang was surprised.

He knew very well how strong his door was. It was made of solid wood up to a foot thick. Opening the door every day exhausted Lao Liu's energy.

Now,

Just one moment, and he was knocked to the point of collapse?

"It's a battering ram!"

Li San's eyes narrowed:

"This is something for siege. Even if it is a simple version, it cannot be made by refugees. This... there must be something weird in it!"

Need to say?

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes.

How could ordinary turmoil spread throughout the city in such a short period of time? It was obvious that someone was secretly instigating it. This situation was even worse.

"Someone climbed the wall." Li Hu yelled:

"careful!"

Amidst the roar, he already bent his bow and nocked an arrow.

"collapse!"

The arrow pierced the wall and entered the ground a few inches, and its tail feathers trembled rapidly, causing the refugee who had just climbed up the wall to fall down in fright.

The courtyard walls in other worlds, especially those of wealthy families, are high and steep. They are covered with sharp tools and plants covered with thorns.

Climb the wall,

First, you'll get yourself covered in bruises.

Li Hu was also merciful and did not target the refugees, otherwise he would not have failed at such a close distance.

"Everyone."

Fang Zheng took a step forward and shouted loudly:

"We don't have much food here. Even if we share it with you, it won't be enough to eat. However, we have swords to entertain you. Do you really want to try it?"

"What a liar?" Someone yelled outside the door:

"You rich people like to hoard things the most. No one will be hungry if you are hungry. There must be a lot of food hidden in such a big yard."

"Sword?"

"Scare us!"

"Bang..."

The crash sounded again.

The two doors were obviously distorted and deformed, the door-blocking sticks were also cracked, and figures appeared on the wall.

"rush!"

"Come in and share the food!"

"If we don't provide food, we will kill people. The reason why we are reduced to this is all because of these rich people. They deserve to die!"

"Peng!"

"Everyone." Fang Zheng shouted:

"How do you want to leave?"

"I really don't have any extra food here, but I do have money. How about I pay a hundred taels of silver for you to leave?"

There was a sudden silence outside.

Then there were whispers.

"One hundred taels?"

"That's one hundred taels!"

"According to the current market price, it's enough to buy twenty acres of good farmland."

"..."

"What are you doing?" A loud roar interrupted everyone's discussion:

"Come in. Everything inside is yours. Not to mention a hundred taels. Even if we ask for a thousand taels, they will give it to you."

"Are you satisfied with just a hundred taels of silver?"

"You don't know what the price of food is now? One hundred taels of silver isn't even enough to feed us people for a few days!"

"Push it to me!"

"rush!"

The anger and desire in the refugees' hearts were once again aroused by words. The crowd roared loudly, and the battering ram hit the gate heavily again.

"Peng!"

There was a huge tremor outside, and it was already crumbling.

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes, turned around and went back to the house, took out a strange-looking crossbow, pulled out three crossbow arrows and placed them on it one by one.

"boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, the door, which weighed several thousand kilograms, detached itself from the bolt, flew up from the ground, and hit the ground heavily, raising a large amount of smoke and dust.

Before the smoke and dust dispersed, several figures had already rushed over.

"kill!"

The person who came had red eyes, was holding a sharp knife, and his face was full of murderous intent. He was not here to grab food at all, but to kill people and plunder.

refugee?

No!

Absolutely not!

It is inevitable that there is no such a sturdy body?

"collapse!"

"collapse!"

"..."

Li Hu skillfully pulled the bowstring, and arrows were shot out one after another. The powerful arrows instantly knocked down two people, while others had also rushed forward.

"kill!"

Li Sanhu roared and charged forward with a knife.

Sancai knife!

hack!

sweep!

tease!

The Huben Army was once known as the first army of the Wei Dynasty. Even ordinary soldiers were experienced in the battlefield and were not afraid of facing large numbers of opponents.

The two of them joined forces to slightly block the refugees who broke in.

"drink!"

The morale of the four workers at the entrance of the kiln was shaken. They drank together, took a step forward with their spears in hand, and stabbed forward with the sharp blades of the spears.

This thrust was powerful and heavy, but the speed was not slow at all.

"Um?"

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows with surprise on his face.

This kind of momentum...

But they don't look like helpers from the kiln entrance at all. They look more like elites who have been on the battlefield for a long time. Of course, they are much greener than Li Hu and others.

"My boss."

Wu Hai walked over, saw the confusion in his eyes, and said with a smile:

"Idle is idle. I saw a few of them doing nothing, so I handed over the things we used for the war. I didn't expect that they would actually be used."

"Amazing." Fang Zheng gave a thumbs up:

"You have consistent steps, powerful guns, and are not afraid of danger. I can't tell that you are still a general!"

"My boss has given me too much praise." Wu Hai shook his head:

"I'm just copying the gourd and making a fool of myself. Back then, we trained under the general for a month and we were much better than them."

"The Tiger and Ben Army is worthy of its name." Fang Zheng nodded:

"Speaking of which, except for Old Liu and his daughter, almost everyone in my Fang Mansion belongs to you now. My boss has really neglected his duty."

"Master!"

Wu Hai's expression changed drastically, and he knelt down on one knee:

"I owe you your help to get where I am today. Everything I do is to repay my employer. I have absolutely no intention of being a second minister."

"Get up, get up." Fang Zheng waved his hands repeatedly:

"We have been together for so long, how could I not know your thoughts? I can't speak. It was just a joke. Don't take it to heart."

He was really just kidding.

The other world is different from modern society. The strong are always strong. With his third-blood cultivation, he is no match for Wu Hai and others even if they join forces.

it's here,

Great power belongs to oneself, and it is extremely difficult to rebel.

otherwise.

Considering the situation of the Wei Dynasty, how could it last for five or six hundred years?

It is because once there is a rebellion somewhere, the imperial army presses the territory, and a group of masters swarm out, any dissatisfaction will collapse.

But Wu Hai remembered Fang Zheng's joke.

He has good intentions, but he oversteps his authority and trains elite soldiers privately. This is a crime of disobedience no matter where he is placed.

Fortunately, my boss didn't mind, but I must keep this in mind in the future.

"Come on!"

As he spoke, more and more people rushed into the courtyard.

A figure fell down on the wall. Facing the luxuriously furnished Fang Mansion, everyone's eyes burst out with greed and desire.

Li Hu and others who were blocking the front were already unable to hold on.

"My boss?"

"Go ahead."

Fang Zheng waved his hand.

"yes!"

Wu Hai bowed his head in response, then stood up proudly and looked at everyone, reached out and pulled out the saber from his waist, and rushed towards the crowd with a roar.

At this time, he was wearing armor.

The armor was tailor-made for him half a year ago. The material is the same as his armor and stomach. It is light and strong, and even the face is protected.

Viewed from a distance, it looks like an iron man.

"Get away!"

Amidst the roar, Wu Hai rushed into the crowd.

Wearing full body armor, he doesn't have to block the incoming attack. He only needs to swing his sword back and forth to send people crazy backwards.

The courage of one person,

It can actually stop an army!

"Hiding the armor privately, how brave you are!"

There were roars from the crowd, and they obviously did not expect that this family would actually hide armor, and it was such high-grade armor.

Wei Lv.

The first armor surrendered to the army, the third armor beheaded, and the third armor the barbarian clan.

This is talking about ordinary armor and stomach, which are worth less than ten guan. The armor and stomach on Wu Hai's body probably cost hundreds of guan.

It's more than enough to wipe out the whole family.

"Ah……"

Fang Zheng was just dismissive of this.

Nowadays, it is different from the past. Hiding armor is not a big deal, and he has good connections in the yamen, so having a set of armor in his hand is nothing.

Besides,

The other party incited refugees to riot, how could he have the right to speak against himself?

"Get away!"

Wu Hai relied on the armor on his body to charge forward, brandishing a long knife to scatter a group of refugees, and stood in the middle of the field and shouted loudly:

"Leave quickly, or else don't worry about Wu's rudeness!"

"Uh-huh!"

Before he finished speaking, a spear suddenly shot out from the crowd, like an agile poisonous snake suddenly spitting out a message, and it rushed towards the door with fierce murderous intent.

Master!

Wu Hai's heart was beating wildly, and he subconsciously swung his sword across.

"snort!"

The opponent snorted softly, flicked his spear, and struck Wu Hai's armor on top of his head while avoiding the slashing of the blade. The huge force exploded.

"Bang..."

Wu Hai's body was swaying, his eyes were dull, and he staggered backwards.

"The armor is good." The man with the gun rushed out of the crowd, his feet stomping, and his voice sounded disdainful:

"It's a pity that the trust is inhumane."

"Fall down!"

As he spoke, the spear danced and attacked Wu Hai's front door.

He is confident in his own cultivation. Even if his opponent is wearing armor and suffers a heavy blow on the head, the concussive force can cause him to lose consciousness for a short time.

"when……"

The long knife blocked the long spear.

Under the armor, Wu Hai's eyes were bright, and he roared and slashed wildly with his knife:

"kill!"

"how come?"

The man holding the gun was stunned for a moment. Could it be that the opponent was not first-blooded but had second-blooded blood like himself? Otherwise, how could he have endured it?

Although he was confused, his movements were not slow at all. He dodged to avoid the incoming sword, and then shot him coldly.

No matter what.

No matter how good his marksmanship was, it was useless against an iron man. On the contrary, Wu Hai's casual knife forced him to retreat continuously.

From behind, Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Don't hold back."

He could see that Wu Hai and others were merciful in their attacks. Their moves seemed to be fierce, but in reality they avoided critical points. In the end, they still showed mercy to the refugees.

"Some are not refugees."

Fang Zheng moved the crossbow arrow and gently pulled the trigger.

"collapse!"

"puff!"

An arrow the size of a palm penetrated a person's skull, directly lifting the skull. In an instant, red and white ones spurted out.

Fang's expression remained unchanged and he pulled the trigger again.

"collapse!"

"puff!"

His eyesight is astonishing and his reactions are quick. He specializes in picking out strong and sturdy people in the crowd as his targets. He almost always misses, and is killed on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, several people fell into a pool of blood.

For a while.

Even the refugees who poured in were stagnated, looking horrified.

"Capture the thief first, capture the king, and capture the owner of this place!"

In the crowd, two figures rushed out with lightning. One of them shook his hands in mid-air, and rays of cold light came straight towards Fang Zheng.

hidden weapon!

Fang Zheng turned his head to avoid the incoming hidden weapon, but it was too late to use the crossbow again. Two second-level warriors were already approaching.

One person is holding a water-splitting thorn that is about a foot long, and the other is waving a machete in his hand.

The water-splitting stab is sharp, with the cold light disappearing and appearing, directly attacking the vital points of the human body; the machete is majestic and the sword has astonishing power.

"refugee?"

Fang Zheng snorted coldly:

"Will there be so many warriors among the refugees?"

Second-blood warriors can become elite disciples in martial arts halls.

"Who the hell are you?"

As he spoke, he dropped the crossbow and stood up to pounce. His hands were like millstones and his strength was like Tai Chi. The seemingly light movements contained great strength.

Stone thrower!

Tai Chi Jin!

Today's Fang Zheng, it is no exaggeration to say that he has learned from hundreds of schools of thought. Every move he makes is the essence of martial arts that others have practiced hard for many years in modern society.

It can also integrate strength and moves.

For example, Xingyi Bengjin is integrated into the Twelve Tan Kung Fu, and Tai Chi Soft Jin is integrated into Baji Quan. All these have long gone beyond the scope of Xingyi Quan.

As soon as a connoisseur is born, he will know whether he is there or not.

"Master!"

The expressions of the two men changed, and their attacks became more fierce.

"good!"

Fang Zheng drank in a low voice, and his whole body trembled. The energy penetrated into the bone marrow and came out of the body. The collision of fists, feet and weapons could make the opponent uncomfortable and vomit blood.

In just a few moves, the decline was obvious.

Three blood!

The man holding the water-splitting needle shrank his eyes, his pupils suddenly turned strangely scarlet, he opened his mouth wide, and spit out a strange syllable.

"Certainly!"

"Um!"

Fang Zheng groaned and tilted his head back. His whole body felt as if a heavy hammer had hit his forehead, and his consciousness suddenly sank.

But the next moment.

The vision of Lord Yama, who has been practicing for a long time, spontaneously moved, and the shadow of Lord Yama appeared in my mind, instantly suppressing the turmoil in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The secret method to attack people's hearts and minds?

If he hadn't been a third-blood warrior, if he hadn't practiced the sorcerer's visualization method, and suddenly changed, he might have fallen into the trap.

Fang's expression was gloomy, murderous intent arose in his heart, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly shattered.

Take a closer look.

The broken ground suddenly turned into the shape of a lotus, and the soil bloomed outwards, but it was the step by step of Buddhism in modern society that grew a lotus.

He clenched his fist with five fingers and smashed it towards one of them.

Diamond hammer!

"Peng!"

The machete broke from it, and the broken blade penetrated into the opponent's body, and one of the fragments even tore his fragile throat.

The man holding the water-splitting thorn changed his face when he saw this, turned around and tried to run away.

"escape?"

Fang Zheng's eyes flashed with coldness, and he appeared behind the opponent in a flash. He raised one arm and struck out with his elbow, breaking his spine with a crack.

Baji collapsed!

With all his strength, the power of the third blood was fully displayed, and one of the two second blood masters was killed and the other seriously injured.

At this moment, a series of shouts came from the long street outside.

"Dangdangdang..."

"Kill the thief!"

"Master Fang, don't let the thief escape!"

The torches were connected together, forming a fire dragon. Dozens of people rushed out with weapons in hand, cutting a bloody path among the refugees.

When the 'refugees' who rushed into Fang Mansion saw this, they couldn't help but show panic in their eyes. The person who attacked Wu Hai roared, and the group of people quickly retreated outside.

They left just as quickly as they came, leaving only bodies on the ground.

"Master Fang."

A middle-aged man dressed in brocade rushed into the courtyard with a sword. The sword had already been stained with blood. His face was slightly relieved when he saw this:

"Are you OK?"

"Brother Shen." Fang Zheng raised his hands to the visitor and said politely:

"Thank you, Brother Shen, for coming to the rescue. Fang is fine for now."

Shen Ji is the head of the Shen family on this street. He has practiced martial arts himself, and his second-level skills are not bad in Gu'an County.

"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."

Seeing that Fang Zheng was fine, Shen Ji couldn't help but smile and said:

"It seems that I have been worrying too much. There was a refugee riot tonight. I discussed it with several owners on the street and integrated the various nursing homes together."

"Then we managed to kill the refugees."

"Oh!" Fang Zheng's eyes lit up:

"Brother Shen is so decisive!"

Integrating so many people in such a short time and convincing each family to hand over their own nursing home shows that the other party is very capable.

He asked himself that he absolutely couldn't do it.

"It's nothing, it's mainly the credit of others." Shen Ji waved his hands repeatedly:

"correct."

"Depending on the situation, the turmoil in the county will be difficult to calm down for a while. I wonder what Mr. Fang has planned. Do you want to join forces with us?"

"oh……"

"This matter is not urgent. Mr. Fang will take care of it first and then talk about it."

"It's been an inconvenience today. Fang will be visiting tomorrow." Fang Zheng cupped his hands, bent down to lift the dying 'refugee' on the ground, and casually knocked off the water thorns on the opponent's hand.

Carrying the person to the side room, he was still on the ground.

Then the curtain on the side was opened, revealing the altar behind.

"Altar?"

The 'refugee' struggled and huddled up, his eyes darkened when he saw the altar, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"No wonder you can withstand my frightening sound. It turns out you are still a warlock. We won't complain today."

"but……"

"You can't even hope to escape!"

"My mother has no life, my hometown is empty..."

"White Lotus Sect!" Hearing this, Fang Zheng paused as he was about to cast a spell, frowned and looked down:

"Are you a demon from the White Lotus Sect?"

"Hehe..." the 'refugee' grinned, blood gushing out of his mouth, his eyes getting darker and darker, it was obvious that he could not hold on much longer:

"Yes, I am Feng Shuo, a disciple of Master Xiang. Although I die today, I will just return to my hometown in the vacuum. After your death, your soul will be scattered and you will never be reincarnated."

"Feng Shuo? Incense Master?" Fang Zheng ignored the temptation of the other party's words, picked up a spiritual talisman and said:

"Tell me everything you know, and how to use the frightening sound. If you are honest, I may be able to spare your life."

"Haha..." Feng Shuo laughed wildly:

"So you want to learn my frightening voice?"

"Pooh!"

"Go ahead and dream!"

"That's not necessarily the case." Fang's expression condensed, he made seals with his hands and chanted mantras, and the talisman in his palm spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into a wisp of green smoke that disappeared into Feng Shuo's face.

The magic charm!

The magic of Lushan Aconite Sect can captivate the mind and is most suitable for torture.

"Feng Shuo?"

He whispered:

"Feng Shuo, let me ask you, what is the purpose of your White Lotus Sect in inciting refugees?"

Feng Shuo struggled with his eyes, sometimes confused and sometimes sober. He wanted to open his mouth to respond, but stopped suddenly, with a sneer on his face.

Fang Zheng frowned.

It seems that warriors from other worlds are very resistant to spells, at least much stronger than people in modern society, and the magic spell is not very easy to use.

certainly.

First of all, the level of the charm is not high.

Secondly, his training as a sorcerer is not enough.

If it were performed by a magician, he might be able to find out something.

You can't ask about trivial matters, and the frightening sound will naturally be unproductive, but it won't be a waste to try.