I Became a Martial Saint In Another World

Dongfang area.

The battle begins.

Dozens of warriors holding weapons, with cold eyes and murderous looks, surrounded the two fifth-rank masters, and there was already a pile of corpses on the ground.

But the two fifth-rank masters were also having a hard time. Their clothes were stained with blood, and their backs and chests were all injured.

It can be said that the hearts of the two are not aggrieved.

They had just won the Dao map from another person, and before they had time to carefully check whether it was true or not, they were discovered by another group of people and asked them to hand over the Dao map.

The two were still talking nicely at first, saying that they would make a decision after checking the authenticity, and the group of people on the opposite side agreed directly, but in an instant, someone fired a hidden weapon at them.

The two sides fought together in an instant, and attracted the attention of more and more experts. Even the rumors became more and more outrageous, and they insisted that the Dao map in their hands was true.

But the point is, they still don't know whether the Dao map on their bodies is real or not!

Anyway, there are more and more strong people coming over!

"Brother Cheng, stop struggling and hand over the Dao map immediately!"

"That's right, hand over the Dao map, cripple your arms, and spare your lives!"

"Hand over the Dao map!"

Warriors from all directions shouted loudly one by one.

"Our brothers have already said that we don't know whether this picture is true or not."

Cheng Shaoyu, the eldest of the Cheng brothers, said in a low voice.

"Since we don't know whether it's true or not, why don't you hand it over? Hand over the Dao map, and we can check it ourselves!"

A warrior shouted.

"Yes, we will check it ourselves. If you Cheng brothers don't hand over the Dao map, let's see how long you can hold on. When your internal energy is exhausted, the big guy will cut you into pieces!"

Another warrior shouted.

"you!"

The Cheng brothers were frightened and angry.

But they were covered in bruises, and it was indeed impossible to fight until now.

Just when the two brothers felt strong resentment and were extremely unwilling, a long and long Buddha's chant suddenly sounded from behind them, "Amitabha, the two benefactors, if you give up, you will get something. Let it go!"

A middle-aged monk in black robes, with a sad face, tall and thin, holding a Zen staff, appeared not far behind them.

The Cheng brothers were startled, they turned their heads quickly, fully alert.

"The eminent monk of the Black Mountain Temple!"

"Two benefactors, hand over the Dao map, and the poor monk can keep you safe and sound. Otherwise, there are so many swords and halberds today, are you really sure that you can leave?"

The middle-aged monk raised his hand and spoke.

The Cheng brothers' eyes changed, and their hearts struggled rapidly.

After a while, the boss, Cheng Shaoyu, showed bitterness, looked at the middle-aged monk, and said, "Okay, since that's the case, then we will give this Taoist map to the eminent monk, hoping that the eminent monk can distinguish the true from the false!"

Unwilling, he gritted his teeth and took out a blood-stained Dao map from his bosom, and threw it at the middle-aged monk.

Black Mountain Temple is one of the many sects in Bailuo City.

Not only is the prestige extremely prosperous, but the monks in the temple are even more powerful.

Everyone's expressions changed, they watched Dao Tu flying towards the monk, but none of them dared to take the lead.

at this time!

Suddenly, a burly figure came straight up, like a blurred afterimage, grabbed the Taoist map with a big hand, and jumped over again, landing on the street in the distance.

He has a burly body and a heavy breath. He is dressed in a black robe and carries a large black epee on his back.

Like an iron tower.

After he appeared, seven or eight figures jumped down from the roof, men and women, and landed here one after another.

Without exception, all the men were tall with black giant swords on their backs.

The woman is dressed in a white dress, has a good figure, and holds a slender sword with a white scabbard.

"Sword Tower!"

Everyone's expressions changed again.

They too were startled.

"Amitabha!"

When the middle-aged monk saw that the Taoist map was being robbed, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes. He didn't say anything, but just chanted the Buddha's name.

Senior Brother Wilderness unfolded the Dao Map and looked at it carefully in his hand. After a while, his expression turned cold, and he turned the Dao Map in his hand to the monk, and said coldly, "The Dao Map is fake, you have been tricked again!"

"What? Fake?"

"Fake again?"

"Damn it, which bastard is deliberately making fakes!"

"How many fake Dao maps are there in the market!"

Everyone was shocked and angry, and hurriedly spoke.

The Cheng brothers swayed even more, their eyes turned black, and they gritted their teeth angrily.

Ma Dan!

For a fake Dao map, the two brothers killed so many people, even they were almost cut to pieces by knives.

The monk Heiyin took the map, looked at it carefully, frowned, and said, "This false map is almost identical to the dozen or so false maps that appeared before, and the brushwork is extremely rough. It should be made by the same person!"

"Does Master have any clues?"

Senior Sister Bishui on the side asked.

The monk Heiyin shook his head lightly, "There are too many ghosts and ghosts in this settlement, how difficult it is to find clues!"

"It seems that the master is the same as us."

Senior Sister Bishui said.

Senior Brother Wilderness shot his eyes everywhere, and suddenly looked at the headquarters of the Black Tiger Gang not far away, with a cold expression on his face, he walked directly towards the headquarters of the Black Tiger Gang.

A group of sword tower disciples around him followed.

The rest of the crowd was in an uproar and discussed together.

"Son of a bitch!"

The Cheng brothers cursed again, covered in blood, and limped away immediately.

But just as they were not far away, other masters soon followed them.

The Cheng brothers killed so many people before, and the relatives and friends of those people naturally want to avenge them.

Dang bang bang bang!

Soon, the ear-piercing sound of weapons clashing sounded from a distance again.

Three more days passed.

In the ground.

Yang Fang was still immersed in his cultivation, and he didn't hear anything outside the door.

In the entire underground living room, the palm wind howled, extremely heavy, and there was a piercing sound.

For so many days in a row, his many martial arts are improving rapidly.

Now even the palm technique has entered the hall and room.

Of course, what is more critical is his medical and toxicology.

These days, besides practicing, he is studying medicine and poison.

Now I have a better understanding of the method of poisoning.

The only thing missing is that he doesn't know how strong the poison he is currently configuring is. He needs to find someone to try his poison in order to test its power.

Now even he himself doesn't know how strong the poison he has configured can deal with a strong master. Anyway, it must be more than enough to deal with the masters of the early stages of the fifth rank. This has been proved by the previous four-person team.

And eight consecutive days passed.

There was much less movement outside.

Seeing that the medicinal materials he had stored had been used up, Yang Fang hesitated slightly, and decided to crawl out from the ground and go to the front hall to get some more medicinal materials.

Anyway, the door is closed for business now, and those medicinal materials will be stolen sooner or later.

It's better to make the best use of everything and leave it to him.

Yang Fang carefully climbed out of the ground and walked towards the front hall.

As soon as he approached the front hall, his expression changed, and he heard muffled groans.

someone?

"who?"

Suddenly, a low voice came from the pharmacy in the front hall, and a figure covered in blood, holding a long sword, rushed out. After seeing Yang Fang's clothes, his face darkened, and he said, "Are you the shopkeeper?"

"Yes."

Yang Fang nodded again and again, but his eyes scanned the other party.

I saw the other party with scars all over his body.

There were deep sword marks on his chest, thighs, and shoulders.

Sprinkle some powder on it.

Obviously he came here to find a doctor, but the doctor was not there, so he could only find medicine and sprinkle it on himself.