"Mongolian Chamber of Commerce? Capsized?"

Yang Fang looked confused.

He was severely lacking in this part of his memory.

However, upon closer inspection, it seemed that the original owner had indeed fished something out of a ditch. It was pitch black and I didn't know what it was.

"No money, really no money."

Yang Fang shook his head repeatedly.

"Fuck you, if you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink it as a penalty, right? Look at you, if you don't want to borrow it, just say so!"

A man next to me started yelling without mercy.

"you!"

Yang Fang felt angry.

But when he saw the other three, he gritted his teeth, chose to endure it, turned around and continued working.

"Sabi, you deserve to be a coolie for the rest of your life!"

The man was still cursing.

The leader, Zhao Gang, touched his chin, thoughtfully.

Didn't Yang Fang sell that thing?

That means that thing is definitely still at his home.

"Go to his house tonight, eh?"

Zhao Gang gestured to the two people around him.

The two people's eyes flashed and they nodded immediately.

A long day of hard work is over again.

After Yang put down work, he walked around the market to see if there were any powerful martial arts that he could buy. The result was beyond his expectation. There were many martial arts sellers here, of all kinds, but the prices were all extremely expensive.

The cheapest martial arts requires more than one tael of silver.

He felt helpless and could only sigh.

"Good news, good news, the evil spirit last night has been solved."

Suddenly, the crowd surged ahead and a message came.

Everyone else looked happy.

"Really solved?"

"The masters of Sanhe Gang are really powerful?"

"So there won't be any more murders in the future?"

Yang Fang also showed surprise.

He specially bought three sesame seed cakes at the market to celebrate, and then rushed home.

After eating sesame seed cakes, he grabbed the old iron sword and started practicing in the room again.

Now that the evil spirit has been eliminated, he should take advantage of this to improve his strength. What if there are other evil spirits?

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

As a series of clicking sounds came from his body, finally, his body stopped and let out a long breath.

Mastery of Thirteen Gale Swords (1/300).

Not only that, but the qualifications also changed from terrible (1/5) to (3/5).

"Has your qualifications been... improved?"

Yang Fang's eyes flashed with a strange feeling.

He moved slightly in the room and felt that his limbs were lighter. His reaction ability and body speed seemed to have improved across the board, especially his understanding of fighting skills, which had reached a whole new level.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Yang Fang's eyelids twitched and he heard subtle footsteps coming from outside the door.

His heart was beating, he held his breath, immediately blew out the oil lamp, huddled in a corner, and held the sword tightly.

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