Heavenly Master, I have a different world

"who?"

Huzi looked frightened and struggled desperately:

"My lord, have mercy on me. I'm just...a refugee. I am an old man and a young man. I have no money. I don't know where I offended you?"

"Ha..." In the dark corner, Fang Zheng heard the words and chuckled:

"you do not know me?"

"No...I don't know you." Huzi looked confused:

"Hero, have we met?"

"I don't know, why are you walking back and forth to my back door so many times?" Fang Zheng shook his head, stretched out his hand and tapped the other person's chest gently:

"I don't know, why is your heart beating so fast?"

His movements were gentle and slow, but to the other person's perception, the gentle click felt like a heavy hammer hitting him, making him breathless.

It seems that with just a little force, the heart can be crushed.

"No." Huzi gasped and said urgently:

"This is a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Fang Zheng shook his head, reached out and touched the opponent's arm lightly, and the third-blood warrior exploded with great power.

"Click!"

"Click..."

The sound of bone cracking sounded.

"ah!"

Huzi looked up to the sky and screamed, the sound reverberating in all directions. The veins in his neck bulged. The severe pain from the broken bone made his body twitch and sweat.

"Say it."

Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged and he said slowly:

"Who are you? Why are you spying on Fang Mansion?"

"This time I just want to break your arm. If you are not honest... Fang has many means to greet you slowly."

"I said, I said!" Huzi said with cold sweat on his forehead and gritted his teeth:

"I am a follower of the White Lotus Sect. I was ordered to investigate the situation on this street. What I said is true. Hero... Master Fang, spare your life!"

"Believers of the White Lotus Sect?" Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes:

"You're not going to let this street go?"

"Of course." Huzi nodded:

"Xiang is the master of human sacrifice. Not only must he kill enough people, but he must also be strong enough. The warriors guarding the courtyard in this street just meet the requirements."

"Human sacrifice?" Fang Zheng asked:

"What's the meaning?"

"I don't know, I really don't know." Huzi said anxiously:

"I heard that too."

"In this way..." Fang Zheng suddenly said:

"Recite the first three paragraphs of "The Sutra of the Birth of the Great and Small Ming Kings"."

"ah?"

Huzi was stunned.

"No?" Fang Zheng shrugged:

"It seems that you are not a follower of the White Lotus Sect."

"..." Huzi's expression changed, and he suddenly roared with all his strength:

"Go to hell!"

He bent his knees and raised his head, and his clothes tore open at his knees, revealing a glint of cold light. It was actually a hidden weapon that exploded at such a close distance.

Even if you are a warrior, you will be attacked if you are not careful.

"Ding……"

The clothes that were torn by the sharp blade were placed on a piece of soft armor, and the square shape did not move at all. Huzi's expression froze, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair.

"Spare your life!"

"Click..."

Fang Zheng reached out and crushed his throat.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, he said thoughtfully:

"I'm just a follower. There's no need to sacrifice the 'Veritaserum' at the altar, but... who asked you to come?"

…………

It is normal for one person to die in Gu'an County now.

every day,

Someone died.

I don't know how long it took, but the body on the ground was already cold, and no one paid attention to it until a figure appeared next to the body.

He lowered his head and looked at Ergou, sighed softly, stretched out his hand to help Huzi's angry eyes, then looked left and right, and left quietly.

Not long after.

He came to a fourth courtyard, knocked on the door and entered.

Before last night, this place was still the 'Zhang Mansion'. After one night, the Zhang Mansion had changed its owner and was occupied by people from the Beggar Clan.

The surviving woman from the original Zhang Mansion was also 'saved' by the Beggar Clan.

The courtyard is brightly lit, the aroma of wine and meat is wafting, and laughter is endless. From time to time, women's screams and men's roars are heard.

Gao Ma bowed his body and went straight to the main house in the backyard.

"Master Jiao."

"Mrs. Qi."

He bowed to the two people in the hall, saluted, and replied:

"The tiger is dead."

"Oh!" Hall Master Jiao held a chicken leg in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. His expression did not change after hearing this, and he took a bite of the chicken before saying:

"How did you die?"

"Broken throat." Gao Ma lowered his head and said:

"We don't know who did it at this time."

"Hall Master."

"What if someone named Fang discovers that we are spying on him?"

"What if we find out?" Hall Master Jiao laughed:

"A monk who can run away can't run away from the temple. The Fang Mansion is right there. Where can he go?"

"That's what the Hall Master said." Mrs. Qi, who was wrapped only in a gauze dress, smiled sweetly, her plump body sending out blurry ripples:

"I heard that Fang Mansion is extremely rich?"

"Yeah." Hall Master Jiao narrowed his eyes:

"Fang Zheng runs two porcelain shops in the city. He looks inconspicuous, but in fact he makes a lot of money every day. He is a low-key wealthy man."

"The people Huo Laosan brought today also said that there is a house in Fang Mansion that is dedicated to storing various jade antiques. There are mountains of valuable things inside."

"in addition……"

"He also hid his beauty in the golden house and raised two beautiful women."

"Oh!" Mrs. Qi raised her eyebrows:

"How beautiful?"

Women are always interested in other people's looks, especially for an attractive woman.

"I don't know either."

Hall Master Jiao shook his head:

"But she must be very beautiful. Ergou, whose eye was scratched, even said that if you look at a beauty, you won't suffer if you can't see her in the future."

"Hey……"

"He should say this to that beauty face to face."

"Really?" Mrs. Qi frowned, with a look of confusion on her face:

"I would like to see how beautiful that beauty can be?"

"Hall Master."

"When shall we do it?"

She couldn't wait any longer.

"These two days." Hall Master Jiao said:

"It's time for the White Lotus Sect to take action with all its strength. By then, the whole city will be in chaos. No one will be able to care about it. No one will care if a Fang Mansion is destroyed."

"yes."

Mrs. Qi smiled sweetly:

"The two beauties will be handed over to me first. Once they are trained, they will satisfy the hall master."

"Haha..." Jiao Gu looked up to the sky and smiled:

"good!"

"When a friend from the general forum is coming, I will follow your methods, madam."

"Don't worry." Mrs. Qi's eyes were filled with affection and she smiled sweetly:

"I will definitely not disappoint you, Hall Master."

…………

"Zhang Mansion?"

"Beggars gang?"

Fangzheng stood in the dark night, looking at the tall horse entering Zhang's house, his face thoughtful.

I thought it was a small gang targeting Fangfu, and it was solved so easily, but I never thought that it would involve the Beggar Gang, which would cause some trouble.

The Beggar Clan has strength in numbers.

And because of the chaos in the city, many masters have been recruited recently. There are dozens of disciples of the Beggar Clan in Zhang's Mansion, and no matter how strong he is, he would not dare to force his way in.

"I shouldn't have offended Jiao Gu, right?"

Fang Zheng touched his chin and murmured.

Is it possible that because of Huo Laosan's trivial matter today, the Beggar Clan planned to deal with him? Isn't this too cautious?

Shaking his head, he turned around and walked towards Fang Mansion.

Others are petty, but he has always been very generous.

"clatter……"

A pause in his steps.

Fang Zheng slowly turned around, looked at the brightly lit Fang Mansion, his eyes flickered, and then he sighed helplessly.

"Why!"

"Why is this so?"

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"drink!"

"Brothers, do it!"

In the room, several Beggar Clan disciples were toasting and drinking. Each of them was surrounded by one or two women, and some women even had tears in their eyes.

"Snapped!"

A slap was slapped on the woman's face, and the huge force made half of the woman's cheeks instantly bulge.

"cry!"

"Why are you crying?"

"If it weren't for me, you would have died a long time ago. Now you dare to cry just for fun. I really think I have no temper."

"Brother Sun, calm down."

"Yes, yes, a woman is not worthy."

"I'm going to the toilet." Huo Laosan stood up and said:

"Come back and continue."

"Haha..." someone laughed:

"Huo Laosan, you pooped a lot more than usual today. Could it be that you were frightened in Fang Mansion and couldn't control it?"

"Ha ha……"

The crowd roared with laughter.

Huo Laosan snorted coldly and turned around to go out.

Siheyuan buildings have a certain standard, and the huts will be fixed in a corner of the courtyard, but it naturally doesn't matter to beggars.

Where is convenience not convenience?

After finding a deserted place, Huo Laosan untied his pants and was about to relax comfortably when a cold light suddenly appeared in front of his neck.

"do not move."

Fang Zheng, who was wearing a mask with only two eyes exposed, spoke in a muffled voice:

"Move and I'll slit your throat."

"Friend, don't be impulsive." Huo Laosan's face turned pale, and he withdrew the urge to urinate, and stammered:

"This is our territory, Hall Master Jiao is inside..."

"Um!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his neck, and something cold was injected into his body.

what?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and then his consciousness became blurred, his eyes were dull, his crotch became incontinent on the spot, and his trouser legs were wet.

‘Veritaserum! ’

A piece of talisman paper appeared in Fang Zheng's hand. He cut off some of Huo Laosan's hair and wrapped it around it, and recited in a low voice:

"The four o'clock and eight festivals are due to prosperity; the spirit is not nourished internally, but evil spirits are produced externally. I feel drowsy and sleepless. Urgency is like a law or order!"

Ecstasy!

Huo Laosan paused and straightened his back, but his eyes were still blank.

"I ask you."

Fang Zheng opened his mouth:

"Are you spying on Fang Mansion?"

"yes!"

"Why?"

"The Fang Mansion has money and beauties, and there are few nursing homes, so it's easy to get them."

"Succeeded?" Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes:

"Are you planning to take action against Fang Mansion?"

Wasn't it a last-minute idea?

"Yes." Huo Laosan nodded:

"Heavy snow has blocked the mountains, making it difficult for the imperial army to come. There will definitely be chaos in Gu'an County this month. Of course we will take the opportunity to make a fortune."

"This opportunity is rare."

"Oh!" Fang Zheng said clearly:

"It seems that you are not only planning to take action against the other side."

"Yes." Huo Laosan nodded:

"There are also Mi Mansion and He Mansion..."

"Aren't you afraid of being held accountable?"

"As long as we take care of everything, no one will care. Besides, if there is chaos in the city, we can blame the White Lotus Sect monster for the problem."

"clever."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"Where is Jiao Gu?"

"The main house in the backyard."

"Thank you." Fang Zheng said:

"you can go now."

"Um?"

Huo Laosan was stunned for a moment, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. His body's survival instinct prompted him to turn his head and dodge, but how could he avoid it?

"puff!"

The blade cut across the throat, blood spurted out, and the body shook before slowly falling to the ground.

…………

After tugging on his mask, Fang Zheng tapped his feet. He jumped into the backyard like a bat against the wall and landed lightly on the ground.

Both ears tremble slightly.

A lot of noise flooded into the eardrums.

In the corner, a person was breathing steadily.

Secret whistle?

The beggar gang in another world really cannot be speculated with the knowledge of modern people. This kind of organization with clear hierarchy and strict structure is not a mob.

Rather, it is a force that may threaten the power of the imperial court.

There are patrols, secret sentries, elites, and top martial arts inheritance who make a living by sucking the blood of local wealthy businessmen.

Even when dynasties change, they can still stand firm.

"call……"

Light body technique - crossing the river with a reed!

The sound of breaking through the air was almost inaudible.

Anwhistle was quite alert. His ears trembled and he turned his head in search of a sound. However, Fang Zheng, who was forced closer, covered his mouth and nose and wiped his throat with a knife.

"Woo..."

An Shao struggled desperately, but it was in vain, and his body gradually became limp and fell to the ground.

Fang Zheng put away the knife, looked at the blood-stained blade, and his wrist trembled slightly.

"Buzz!"

The blade trembled rapidly, and the blood on it was immediately blown away. The matte blade was even more inconspicuous in the night.

After dealing with several hidden sentries, we were getting closer and closer to the main house.

"Crunch..."

A man pushed open the door and walked out. He burped drunkenly and was about to unbutton his belt to relax when his eyes happened to see the body in the grass.

Um?

His eyes narrowed and then opened angrily:

"There's an assassin!"

The beggar subconsciously roared up to the sky. Before he could finish his voice, he felt that the world was spinning and a headless corpse appeared in sight.

The dress of the headless corpse was very familiar.

who is it?

It turns out to be me!

As soon as his thoughts turned around, his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

"Peng!"

His head fell to the ground, which also shocked everyone in the backyard.

"boom……"

The window sash of the side room shattered, and several figures jumped out. Some were holding swords, some were bare-handed, and more were holding sticks.

The sticks of the Beggar Clan are the best in the world.

"who?"

"What a courage!"

"The secret sentry has been killed, please inform the hall master immediately."

These people are also people who have experienced hundreds of battles. Although they are drunk, it does not affect their consciousness. They can understand the situation at a glance.

They drank loudly.

"superior!"

The two were the first to pounce.

One of them was holding a ring-headed sword with a huge blade. The sword flashed and struck down on the head. It was so powerful that it could tear a tiger apart.

The other person was holding a stick, and with a flick of his wrist, the stick was like a snake coming out of its hole, and then it pierced the 'masked man's' throat.

It even made a sound of "baa".

It is said.

There was a senior member of the Beggar Clan who made a living by catching snakes. He used a stick to frighten the snakes and then looked for opportunities to sneak in. He gradually learned a stick technique from it.

Then it was spread among the gang.

This move of the dragon bending and the snake extending is the killing move.

Seeing that he had been exposed, Fang Zheng simply stopped hiding. Faced with the oncoming attack, he did not retreat but advanced. He shrank his neck, walked like a cat, folded his waist, and arched his spine. His whole body was like a big peacock, and his arms shook like a peacock flying. The screen dodges under the attack of the incoming knife and stick.

The long knife in his hand was raised in the air.

"puff!"

The blade crossed their throats, and the two fell to the ground, dying on the spot.

"Old Wu!"

"Haozi!"

The expressions of the remaining people changed drastically, and even the movement of rushing forward was slightly stagnant, and their eyes were even more horrified.

The two people who fell to the ground were not ordinary members of the gang, especially Haozi, who had successfully forged bones last year and was already a second-blood warrior, but he was actually vulnerable to a single blow.

It's not that they are weak.

But...

The person coming is too strong!

They hesitated, but Fang Zheng would not stop there. Before the people in the front yard could react, he went on a rampage with a knife.

Since he realized that there is a divine realm in boxing, his understanding of Yi Zi Ming Xin Zhan has become more profound.

In the past, when I used the Yi Zi Ming Xin Slash, I just copied the gourd and painted the scoop. Although it was very powerful, I didn't understand the subtleties of the sword technique at all.

Only when you have the realm of having a god in your fists can you truly get started with swordsmanship.

Holding the knife in his hand, it was like an extension of his body. The blade trembled slightly, tearing and slicing the fleshy bodies of the Beggar Clan disciples with ease.

Except for the second-blood warrior, no one else could last two rounds in front of him.

"Peng!"

I was about to rush to the main room as soon as I saw it.

The door suddenly shattered, and a woman wrapped in gauze screamed and was thrown out from inside, hitting Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng turned sideways to avoid it, and when he was about to charge forward, he suddenly leaned back and retreated close to the ground.

But when the two of them passed by, the woman flicked her wrist, and a soft whip that she had hidden somewhere stabbed straight at her. The soft whip came so fast that it was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"So brave."

The woman's voice was sharp:

"How dare you break into the beggar gang's residence without permission."

"court death!"

"Hmph!" Fang Zheng snorted coldly, the murderous intention in his heart skyrocketed, and his body folded in the air, and the light from the long knife in his palm fell like a full moon on the field.

"Click..."

The soft whip split into two.

Seeing that the woman was about to be killed by the sword, a fierce palm force shot out diagonally.

"Good sword skills!"

Jiao Gu shouted:

"Who are you?"

"The person who wants your life!" Fang Zheng shouted and rushed forward with a knife.

"It's just you?" Jiao Gu's eyes widened, and his palm suddenly moved. When he released his palm, his five fingers were slightly clasped inward, and in an instant, a tiger's roar could be heard.

"Roar!"

Heavenly Tiger Palm - Tiger roaring all over the world!

The whistling sound shakes the mind, the palm technique is mysterious, and the strength is fierce. This inheritance is obviously extraordinary.

Facing the palm wind, Fang Zheng's breath was stagnant, and he subconsciously felt fear, but he came back to his senses in an instant, with even more disdain on his face.

Is there a god in the boxing?

It’s just a show-off!

The palm of the Heavenly Tiger contains the true meaning of the tiger roaring all over the world.

The person who created this palm technique is undoubtedly very outstanding. As long as future generations practice the palm technique to perfection, they will naturally understand the martial arts will in it.

This is much better than other people fumbling around.

Reality.

The true superior inheritance contains the true meaning of martial arts. Otherwise, how could there be so many talented people in the world who can realize it on their own?

But the Heavenly Tiger Palm is indeed powerful.

but,

Jiao Gu has not reached perfection!

And Founder,

But he realized on his own that there was a divine way in boxing, and entered the third realm of martial arts.

One is true and the other is false, the judgment is clear.

This means that the knife is moved like a wheel, the light of the knife is flickering, and the five elements of the knife technique are mutually reinforcing and interfering with each other, changing back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, Jiao Gu is surrounded by dangers.

"Bah!"

A dark wind suddenly rose in the field, and five ghosts appeared out of thin air.

Mrs. Qi retreated, black smoke erupted from her five fingers, and connected with the ghost in the void. Seeing Fang Zheng, she couldn't help but smile ferociously.

"My friend is very good at swordsmanship. You might as well try my five ghost exorcism skills!"

Warlock!

This woman actually practiced both magic and magic.

"go!"

Mrs. Qi pushed forward with one hand, and the five ghosts in the field suddenly swooped down. At the same time, they screamed incessantly, and the sound of ghosts crying and gods first hit the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ordinary people are here,

Just this ghostly sound piercing my brain, I'm afraid I can't hold it back.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the knife quivered softly, melodiously and vastly, wiping out everything in an instant.

Fang's face was solemn, and while resisting the power of Jiao Gu's palm, he slashed with his sword.

The third level of martial arts, the combination of spirit and intention, there is spirit in the fist!

Blessed by the will of martial arts, the Qi and blood are like a furnace, which can destroy evil spirits and ghosts, lock up the essence, and integrate the will of the gods to generate innate Qi.

The records in "Shi Wu Xiao Ji" came to mind.

in the past,

It was difficult for Fang Zheng to understand how a flesh and blood body could resist the ethereal ghosts, but now he naturally understood the reason.

The long knife slashed through, and the ghost escaped.

ghost,

It was so vulnerable!

"Martial arts will!" Mrs. Qi's face changed drastically and she screamed:

"not good!"

With the will of martial arts, even if these people have not cultivated their true energy, they are the nemesis of warlocks, and their fists and feet can break all kinds of spells.

Seeing that the ghost she had worked so hard to cultivate was about to be completely killed, Mrs. Qi's beautiful eyes trembled and she suddenly shouted:

"Fight!"

"Blow it up!"

"Bah!"

The ghost roared in the sky, and a cloud of black smoke exploded.

"call……"

Jiao Gu also took the opportunity to attack with his palm.

His face was solemn, and the Heavenly Tiger Palms were connected in a straight line with twelve postures. It seemed as if a tiger really appeared in the void and pounced towards the visitor.

This time,

The two have given it their all.

"Zheng..."

The sword light suddenly appeared in the field, and a decisive sword intent that destroyed everything swept across the entire field, which also caused Mrs. Qi and Jiao Gu's expressions to change drastically.

…………

forecourt.

The door opened and a group of people walked in.

The person at the head was dressed in fine clothes and had a three-inch beard. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, but his skin was well-kept that would make people in their twenties and thirties envious.

He walked over and asked:

"Where is Jiao Gu?"

"Return to the altar master, the hall master is in the backyard." A beggar bowed and reported back, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Ha..." The visitor put his hands behind his back and sneered as expected:

"Jiao Gu is so proud. He knew I was coming but didn't come out to greet him."

"Um?"

At this moment, the melodious sound of knives coming from the backyard made his expression slightly change:

"wrong!"

"There are enemies!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared on the spot.