I Became a Martial Saint In Another World

Over the wide deck.

An elder looked at the remaining coolies and shouted, "Everyone, for those who died tragically last night, I, the Sanhe Gang, will give you an explanation. Everyone who dies can receive a pension of two taels of silver. One tael of silver per person who died will be sent to you now, you can rest assured that the evil spirits here, our Sanhe Gang have found clues, and we will never let you continue to sacrifice."

With a wave of his hand, a fast boat sailed not far away, carrying a large box of silver.

More than a dozen disciples of the Three Rivers Gang were responsible for the escort.

A large box of silver was quickly brought up.

When the lid of the box was opened, all the panicked people suddenly became short of breath.

Everyone stared fixedly at the white silver.

"For the time being, the deceased's friends or relatives will receive the pension money on his behalf. But remember, whoever takes the money is not allowed to run away in private. If anyone dares to run away secretly, don't blame me for being unrelenting." In front of you, my Sanhe Gang has recorded all of your names and home addresses."

The elder's tone was serious, and his eyes swept towards everyone.

The expressions of the coolies suddenly changed, and their scalps became numb.

Soon, the elder started asking for money.

Everyone got their share.

"Elder, I don't know if I should say something or not."

Suddenly, Yang Fang in the crowd couldn't help but speak.

The elder gave Yang Fang a cold look, and said, "Speak!"

Yang Fang continued, "Even if you let me wait as a bait, can you equip me with weapons, so that even if we really encounter evil spirits, we may be able to resist one or two, so that we will not die silently, believe me If you can only block even a breath, all the elders can arrive immediately to take down the evil spirit."

The elder frowned, and looked back at his clan leader.

Gang leader Wei Tianlong said indifferently, "Bring them swords!"

"Yes, boss!"

Cheng Guanshi clasped his fists together and responded.

He turned to leave, but subconsciously glanced at Yang Fang.

Not long after, two large boxes of weapons were brought over.

Many coolies quickly found the one that suits them.

Yang Fang picked out a sharp long sword from the many weapons at a glance. It was about 1.2 meters long and had a sharp edge. The quality seemed to be better than the one he bought for a tael of silver.

Gang leader Wei Tianlong glanced at the crowd, and led a group of elders to leave this place again.

Cheng Guanshi ordered a group of coolies to quickly transport the food on the boat up, and also started to leave here.

time passed.

Then everyone began to eat.

Another day passed in a blink of an eye.

Yang Fang, who practiced for a day, still failed to return to reality.

He sighed in his heart, becoming tense again.

In this case, even if it returns to reality, there is probably no way to do it.

After all, his practice in reality cannot be brought to this world, and neither can the items in reality.

Yang Fang glanced at the panel again.

Name: Yang Fang

Life expectancy: 21/34 years old

Cultivation: First Grade (30/60)

Heart method: Mastery of Yang Yanjue (171/300)

Martial skills: Mastery of Gale Thirteen Swords (30/300), Mastery of Shadowless Sword (315/500)

Qualification: ordinary person qualification (5/15)

"Not surprisingly, the Shadowless Sword should be able to break through to the next level tonight."

Yang Fang secretly thought.

He has been groping for the past few days and has already figured out some hidden functions of the panel.

Whether it's mental skills or martial arts, as long as one level is raised, one's aptitude can be improved accordingly. The more advanced the skills, the faster one's aptitude can be improved.

Conversely, when one's aptitude improves, the speed of practicing exercises will also increase accordingly.

For example, if he practiced Yang Yan Jue with his current aptitude, he could generate 10 experience points for Yang Yan Jue in one night.

It's always been 6 o'clock.

Night fell.

The stars recede.

Yang Fang looked outside again through the gap in the window.

Seeing this, he couldn't help feeling dignified.

It was foggy outside at some point, and it looked deserted. Through the white mist, one could vaguely see the light of torches coming from the buildings more than ten meters away.

"It's getting foggy."

Yang Xin felt uneasy.

He was worried that the evil spirit might take advantage of the foggy weather to act again, so he didn't dare to continue to practice swordsmanship, but leaned against the corner, and silently practiced Yang Yan Jue again.

Before I knew it, a few more hours passed.

Yang Fang suddenly woke up from his practice, and couldn't help but glanced out of the window again.

I saw that the fog outside became thicker, and at some point it had completely covered the entire river, and even the torches on the boat with the elders were invisible.

The gray mist was extremely oppressive, with an indescribably weird feeling.

What's even weirder is that the whole big ship seems to have completely quieted down.

At this moment, not even a sound could be heard, and all the snoring and noise disappeared.

It's like suddenly being in an extremely quiet and invincible abyss.

"The evil spirit came again?"

Yang Xin's head jumped, and he felt a sense of tension, holding the long sword tightly.

With such a thick fog, why didn't those elders come to check?

When Yang Xin was secretly anxious, strange footsteps suddenly came from the corridor outside the door.

clack, clack.

The sound was faint, as if someone was walking.

Not only that, but there was an unspeakable smell of rotting water plants, which was extremely clear, rushing into the room along the cracks in the door and windows.

At this moment, the cold hairs on Yang Fang's body instantly stood up, and he quickly held his breath.

That evil spirit boarded the boat?

squeak

A harsh sound of door opening suddenly came from the right side of the corridor, only a dozen meters away from him.

It seemed that the evil spirit was pushing open the door from the outside.

clack, clack..

Faint footsteps walked towards that room.

Yang Fang could hear every footstep clearly.

He could even imagine that everything that happened in the corridor at this moment felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

The evil spirits want to push the doors one by one?

His heart was overwhelmed, and horror emerged, he moved slowly, approached the window on one side, pushed the window lightly, tried not to make a sound, and wanted to escape from the window.

But he still overestimated the quality of such ancient windows.

Because it was too dead before, when it was pushed at this moment, it inevitably made a harsh sound.

The moment this voice sounded, a strange laughter suddenly came from the corridor outside.

"Hee hee hee"

The laughter was quickly approaching him, as if the evil spirit had noticed his movements.

Accompanied by bursts of incomparably pungent smell of rotting aquatic plants.

The closed door was shaking rapidly, making a clicking sound. Yang Fang felt as if an extremely huge shadow was pressing towards his room, and the terrifying aura made him feel horrified.

"Elder help!"

He finally yelled desperately, slammed open the window, and jumped outside.