I Became a Martial Saint In Another World

The sudden scene not only made Lu Zhengfang's face horrified and he vomited blood, but the little woman on one side also widened her eyes in horror and was about to cry out, but she subconsciously covered her mouth quickly, without saying a word, trembling.

Lu Zhengfang was in terrific pain. His face was held down, and he felt that the opponent's five fingers were like hooks. His face was scratched and bloody, and the back of his head hit the ground, which made him dizzy.

"You, who are you? Why are you looking for my father?"

Lu Zhengfang was terrified.

"One more question, where is old thief Lu?"

Yang Fang's voice was hoarse, and his five fingers suddenly increased his strength and buckled down hard.

"My father is having a banquet at Hengyue Tower, don't mess around, I'm a member of the Black Tiger Gang."

Lu Zhengfang opened his mouth in horror, feeling extremely painful.

He didn't dare to refuse Yang Fang's question at all.

"Hengyue Tower!"

Yang Fang smiled coldly and said, "Who are there?"

"I don't know the details, but I heard from my father that Elder Cao is also there."

Lu Zhengfang said fearfully, "Please forgive me. If you have something to say, the grievances between you and my father have nothing to do with me. The rules of the world do not affect my family. I am innocent."

Yang Fang stopped talking, let go of Lu Zhengfang's face, his burly body turned around slowly, and was about to leave.

Lu Zhengfang suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, his body was covered with cold sweat, and a deep malice appeared in his heart.

damn thing!

Who is this?

Click!

Suddenly, Yang Fang slammed his Zen stick backwards, all the power of the third rank erupted, and the terrifying crescent shovel hit Lu Zhengfang's chest. With a bang, Lu Zhengfang's breastbone was smashed into pieces, blood spurted wildly, and he screamed. He flew upside down on the spot, hit the wall, and died tragically.

"It's not easy to let you go!"

With a hoarse voice, he took a deep look at the little woman on the bed.

"I won't say it, I won't say it."

The little woman was terrified and trembling.

Yang Fang let out a cold snort, moved his body, and left quickly.

The night darkened.

No stars and no moon.

In the deep alleys, the wind howled.

Inside the Hengyue Building, people are pushing cups and cups, talking and laughing.

After a long time, the banquet inside began to end.

Steward Lu had a smile on his face. After watching Elder Cao leave in the carriage, he greeted several old friends and started walking towards the house.

Since his residence was nearby, he didn't even need a carriage.

Guanshi Lu was turning two huge iron gallbladders in his left hand, his face was reddish, he was smoky with alcohol, humming an unknown little song, and he was walking through an alley that was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with it.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Steward Lu paused, keenly aware of the abnormality, his eyes were bright and cold, and he glanced forward, "Who? Come out!"

Slap!

In the darkness, a tall figure came out from a side alley, dressed in black, with a red ghost mask on his face, holding a thick black Zen stick in his hand.

clang!

The Zen stick paused on the ground, and a clear metallic echo was emitted immediately.

Steward Lu narrowed his eyes, staring at the person in front of him, and finally landed on the thick Zen stick on one side, and said coldly, "Who is your Excellency? I haven't offended you, have I?"

call!

A terrifying gust of wind suddenly hit Guanshi Lu.

Without saying a word, Yang Fang grabbed the thick Zen staff and rushed towards Guanshi Lu quickly. The staff in his hand suddenly slammed down on Guanshi Lu's forehead.

"How dare!"

Steward Lu yelled sharply, and dropped the two iron guts. In an instant, two sharp and slender iron hooks appeared in his hands. He crossed his arms and suddenly blocked upwards.

It's just that he never expected Yang Fang's power to be so powerful.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Guanshi Lu was shaken until his arms were broken, his body was staggering, his face was flushed, and he was terrified.

Third product?

He was horrified and couldn't believe it.

When did he offend a third-rank expert?

Hula!

Yang Fang succeeded with one blow, and waved the Zen stick in his hand, airtightly, and quickly pressed towards Guanshi Lu's body. The 62-jin water-milled Zen stick seemed to have no weight in his hand, and it danced airtightly, waving towards Guanshi Lu. Crazy smash away.

Guanshi Lu looked horrified, he didn't dare to resist it head-on, he could only dodge quickly relying on the speed of his body, he really wanted to yell, but Yang Fang's offensive was too violent, he had no time to yell.

Once he called out, he was worried that Yang Fang would catch the opening in an instant and let him die miserably.

Whirring whirring!

The two moved quickly across the alley, one kept bombing and the other dodged frantically.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten moves passed.

Seeing that he still couldn't take down Steward Lu, Yang Fang suddenly swung his palm vigorously, and he threw four or five lime bags in succession.

boom! boom! boom!

The lime bag exploded, and a large cloud of white mist splashed out, covering Guanshi Lu's face.

Steward Lu was horrified, quickly closed his eyes, and swept his hands vigorously.

This man is so despicable!

The cultivation base is stronger than him, but he still uses dirty tricks?

Click!

Yang Fang's water-milled Zen staff suddenly pierced through, and the thick crescent shovel hit Guanshi Lu's chest fiercely, making a crisp bone cracking sound, denting Guanshi's chest on the spot, spurting blood wildly, and his body straightened. It flew straight upside down for seven or eight meters, and landed in the distance, twitching in pain.

Yang Fang's eyes were cold, and he rushed forward quickly, looking at Guanshi Lu with a painful expression in front of him.

"Does it hurt?"

He was high above, his voice hoarse.

"Who are you?"

Steward Lu wriggled his lips with difficulty.

"By the way, your son was also killed by me."

Yang Fang spoke suddenly.

"puff!"

Guanshi Lu spurted out a mouthful of blood, seemingly angry, but also agitated. He didn't come up in one breath, kicked his legs, and remained motionless.

To be on the safe side, Yang Fang grabbed the water-milled Zen stick, and hit Guanshi Lu's forehead hard twice.

Click! Click!

After two heavy blows to ensure that Guanshi Lu would not survive, Yang Fang turned and left.

After taking two steps, he suddenly reacted and turned back again. He quickly searched the body of Lu Guanshi with his palm, and quickly found a money bag with about five taels of silver in it.

Yang Fang grabbed the Zen stick, turned around and left.

Dark alley.

Wild dogs came and went, smelling the smell of blood, they rushed towards Guanshi Lu's body.

the other direction.

Yang Fang picked a remote path all the way, and hurried towards his home.

Just when he passed through an alley and entered the main road, suddenly, Yang Fang's expression changed, and he quickly dodged again, startled, and looked forward.

I saw a towering restaurant not far away.

The torches in the restaurant are brightly lit, but the color of these torches is very strange.

Not normal color.

It's a kind of bewitching scarlet, dark and eerie.

"Evil spirit?"

When he was wondering, he saw a figure gradually appeared at the window on the second floor of the restaurant.

That figure seemed to be an old man, with gray hair, beard, eyes, and deep age spots on his face. Standing outside the window, he seemed to have spotted Yang Fang, and smiled strangely towards Yang Fang.

Against the backdrop of the red torch, this smile made Yang Fang feel chills instantly, and goose bumps crawled up on his body.

Without thinking about it, he turned around and left, rushing towards his home from another road.

As he rushed all the way, Yang Fang's heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't calm down at all.

It's an evil spirit!

It must have been an evil spirit just now!