I Became a Martial Saint In Another World

As the police left, a group of young nurses in the department began to discuss in a low voice again, looking at Yang Fang with strange eyes.

"Doctor Yang, you're usually pretty smart, so you won't encounter telecom fraud, right?"

A nurse laughed.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't happen."

Yang Fang laughed.

"But Wang Donglai is dead, how should he pay you back? That's hundreds of thousands."

said the nurse.

"That is, if someone lends me more than 100,000 yuan and doesn't pay it back, I will definitely not be able to sleep every day, and I will feel like dying."

said another nurse.

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated. Anyway, the police will arrange it. At worst, it's his parents."

Yang Fang said something perfunctory.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The money was all spent by him buying things from Wang Donglai. Although he was suspected of being cheated by him, but the debt is gone, so there is no way to pay back the money.

So he never expected the other party to pay back the money at all.

Next, Yang Fang continued to work.

A few more days passed.

The days became very peaceful.

The police are still investigating, trying to find some clues, but unfortunately, after investigating more than 60 people who transferred money to Wang Donglai, they found nothing.

After blood test, urine test, all reports were normal.

In the end, the police could only suspect that Wang Donglai was committing telecom fraud.

His money should have been defrauded from other people.

The strange thing is that those people were all 'cheated' by Wang Donglai, but none of them chose to call the police, and no one asked Wang Donglai to pay back the money. This completely puzzled the group of police detectives.

Of course, there was a small episode in the middle.

That is when a middle-aged man was investigated, the other party mysteriously told the police that he had crossed

Not only did he time travel, but also Wang Donglai. He bought some things from Wang Donglai in another world, so he transferred the money to Wang Donglai.

As a result, before the middle-aged man finished speaking, the expressions of a group of police detectives became weird.

One of the police detectives obviously had a bad temper and asked the middle-aged man to perform time-traveling on the spot. If he couldn't time-travel, he would sue the man for obstructing official duties.

The middle-aged man looked embarrassed, so he had no choice but to tell the other party that the time was not yet ripe, and when the time was right, he would travel through time.

But the police obviously wouldn't believe such words, and almost took him back for investigation.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to change his words quickly, with a smirk on his face, saying that he made it up, and hoped that the police would not mind.

time passed.

Sunny on Sunday.

Cloudless.

Yang Fang finally ushered in the once-a-week rest time, and seemed extremely relaxed.

He was wearing a loose sportswear, carrying a wooden sword bought online, with a strong figure, jogging training on the mountain path.

In the past, he also had the habit of jogging every week, but he had been troubled by time travel a while ago, which made him have no time to jog. Now that everything has gradually calmed down, he naturally wants to pick up this habit again.

Another point is that Yang Fang really wants to see if his physical fitness in the real world improves, can he speed up the speed of practicing internal strength and swordsmanship.

Perhaps the accumulation of quantitative changes can really lead to qualitative changes.

Although practice in the real world only increases 'experience' and not strength, it is also good to make 'experience points' grow faster.

Before I knew it, more than half an hour passed.

Gradually, Yang Fang became surprised.

His body stopped suddenly, feeling unbelievable.

"Wait, my physical fitness seems to be different from before?"

I remember that in the past, he ran for more than ten minutes every time, and then he became out of breath.

But this time jogging, he actually ran for more than half an hour, still full of energy, without feeling short of breath.

What does this mean?

"Could it be that practice in the real world can really change the body invisibly?"

Yang Xin's head shook.

Or did the practice in another world affect the reality?

After running for such a long time, his limbs are still full of vitality.

In order to check his limits, he continued to run forward.

This run took nearly ten minutes to pass.

Finally, Yang Fang began to breathe heavily.

His body stopped again, deeply incredulous in his heart.

More than forty minutes passed before he felt tired.

At least several times higher than before.

"If the alien world can really affect the reality, it will be troublesome. Maybe some non-human beings will be created in the future."

Yang Fang secretly thought.

Although the current impact is still small, as time goes by, it will definitely snowball and get bigger and bigger.

And there was one more thing that worried him.

There are only a small number of people crossing now, but there will probably be more and more people crossing in the future.

If one day time travel becomes something that everyone knows.

So if he uses official power to integrate resources, will he agree?

If you agree, you will definitely be recruited in the early stage. With the current chaotic situation in the black iron settlement, even if the officials pass through, they will not do anything. If you take them to occupy the territory, you will only suffer heavy casualties. After all, it is a military force. In the Lord's world, no matter how many of them there are, they can't stop the real masters.

If you don't agree, will you encounter official suppression when you return to reality?

Yang Fang had endless thoughts in his mind.

Now I just want to take one step at a time, and don't expose myself easily.

At least in the early stage, hold on!

He found a seat and walked over to rest.

As soon as he sat down, he saw a group of old people practicing boxing in the woods not far away.

Their postures are very slow, and they can be recognized as Tai Chi at a glance.

Yang Fang watched quietly for a while, and gradually became suspicious.

He found that his brain seemed to be more sensitive to the perception of motion.

The postures of these old people practicing boxing seemed to be automatically decomposed in his mind, and every movement became extremely familiar.

In order to verify this, he got up directly and followed suit on one side.

This practice was surprisingly smooth.

In just ten minutes, he actually imitated a whole set of Taijiquan.

"My qualifications in the real world have also changed?"

Yang Fang was astonished.

In the past, even if it was the simplest radio gymnastics, it would be impossible for him to master all of them within a few days.

But now he actually only watched Tai Chi for a while, and imitated it directly.

"Could it be that the aptitude of another world can really affect reality?"

Yang Fang frowned.

However, he practiced Tai Chi several times and found that it was the same.

This kind of boxing is not so much boxing as it is health-preserving gymnastics. It is impossible to expect this thing to hit people.

After a while, he pulled out the wooden sword on his body and began to practice the shadowless sword technique.

"Young man, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing here? It looks like you have never seen it before."

An old man in a jacket suddenly stopped and looked at Yang Fang with curiosity.

"There's no such thing as swordsmanship, just practicing it for fun."

Yang Fang stopped, chuckled, and said, "By the way, can you really hit people after practicing Tai Chi?"

"Nowadays is a society ruled by law, why do you want to beat people? Taijiquan is a boxing method for self-cultivation. It can strengthen the body and calm the mind. What's wrong with it? Don't look down on Taijiquan. I heard that many people abroad Foreigners who do boxing like to practice our Taijiquan for nothing, if it is useless, why should they practice it?"

said the old man.

"That's right, it seems to make sense in this way."

Yang Fang was stunned.

I didn't know how to refute for a while.

"It's no wonder that the young people nowadays are too disappointing. As a result, many boxing skills in our country are gradually lost. If you want to learn them in the future, you can only spend money to learn them abroad."

Another old man sighed.

"Yeah, young people don't like this anymore."

"Sooner or later, they will suffer a big loss."

Then, as if something had been touched, a group of old people started discussing it.

Yang Fang sat here for a while, then couldn't stay any longer, found an excuse, and continued to run along the mountain path, planning to practice swords in another place.

A group of old people talked endlessly as soon as they talked.

Two days later.

Yang Fang just finished his dinner when he felt the familiar burning heat from his left arm.

0 day 0:9:59.

58 seconds.

57 seconds.

He glanced at it, and immediately lay down on the bed very skillfully.

"Boss, remember the trading location!"

Suddenly, Yang Fang's phone lights up again.

Several group members sent messages at the same time.