"You...how do you know?" The stall owner really cried this time: "Please, can you give me the sword back?"

"With the sword, do you think they can let you go?" Fang Chang asked back.

The stall owner was silent.

His friends were all dead.

The mouth that was destroyed by ronin.

The reason why he did not die was because he was the only person who sold his sword.

He has been waiting here these days.

Today, Fang Chang doesn’t wear a mask.

From his figure and most important thing is the sword behind Fang Chang, he recognized him as the one who bought the sword.

"Tell me, what's wrong with this sword." Fang Chang wanted to know.

Only by knowing can the power of this sword be enhanced.

"I actually don't know either. I just vaguely heard them say that this is a worldly sword, and a messenger," the stall owner also gave up.

The Sword of the World?

The sword of the cunswallow?

Or other homophones.

Fang Chang was confused when he heard this, but the messenger had a little bit of information.

Could it be that these roninists have been in touch?

"Have those ronin entered the city?" Fang Chang asked again.

If you haven't entered the city, the stall owner would just hide in the city, and you wouldn't be afraid of being like this.

"Yes, they are hiding in the city and will appear at any time. No matter how I hide, they can always find me." The stall owner was like a frightened bird, still checking around from time to time.

"Why don't you go to the Garrison Office or the Garrison Army?" Fang Chang asked again.

"It's useless to find it. My leg was cut off after reporting to the official..."

Not long after it was cut off, blood still oozed out.

Fang Chang was a little helpless.

Not to mention that he bought this sword, even if it was snatched back, it would not be possible to return it to him, no matter whether it was an opportunity or a crisis.

If that is the case, this world is just a mess.

But he couldn't bear to watch the stall owner be killed.

"If you go to Linhai Temple, you will say that An Ning asked you to go, and told the Taoist priests in purple clothes there that they will protect you." An Ning spoke next to him.

"An...thank you!" The stall owner was overjoyed and lay on the ground and buckled his head.

He grabbed his package, leaned on crutches in one hand, kicked the ground with one leg, and jumped away like flying.

"Show me your sword." An Ning stretched out her hand.

Fang Chang gave it to her without hesitation.

After looking at it for a while, An Ning couldn't see any name. She only found an ancient Chinese text similar to the word "qing" near the hilt of the sword.

Fang Chang thought it was a ghost painting talisman, but he didn't know any ancient texts.

There was no sign of anything, An Ning pulled out his sword directly and luck slashed at the embroidered sword.

It was a sword and blade that slashed against each other, and this girl was indeed a fierce man.

If Xie Xun had the courage of her back then, he would not have thought about it for so many years.

With a harsh and crisp sound, An Ning's excellent sword broke in the waist.

And the embroidered sword was intact.

Yes, intact!

Even the rust didn't seem to have been touched.

"There is such a thing in the world..." An Ning was shocked. Not only was her family rich, but she should be said to have extraordinary background.

But I have never seen anything like this before.

She used at least 50% of the force of this sword just now. Even if her father was cut like this, it would probably not be uncomfortable.

"Your sword." Fang Chang was stunned.

"It's a waste, where is the sword you were going to give me?" An Ning returned the embroidered sword to Fang Chang.

"It's better to use the embroidered sword for you." Fang Chang was not pretending to be polite.

"You'd better keep it. We Taoism pays attention to opportunities, and this sword has no chance to do with me." An Ning shook her head.

Fang Chang untied another sword from his back, which was the Yin Yuexiu Light Sword, and handed it to An Ning.

An Ning took it out and was very satisfied.

"What should I do with this broken sword?" Fang Chang is very good at living.

"Don't lose it. No matter how good the swordsman is, he can't repair it well. He will break in the old wound next time." An Ning didn't care at all.

Fang Chang picked it up and sold it to a stall owner, selling it for more than 10,000 yuan.

Frugality and family management.

The two of them were wasting a lot of time, showing off their presence, and then left the dark market.

I didn't ride the motorcycle, so I pushed it away, and I just picked up places where there were fewer people.

As expected, hard work pays off.

"stop!"

A figure flipped over them and landed in front of them.

"Oh, isn't this Manager Oriental? You're off work, are you just passing by?" Fang Chang was overjoyed.

"You..." Dongfang Yixiao was wearing a mask.

"Who gave you the confidence that you robbed me the second time." Fang Chang put the motorcycle on.

"Confidence comes from strength." Manager Dongfang did not intend to talk more nonsense.

The villain died because he talked too much.

And he didn't want to make any three palms with Fang Chang.

Now he wanted to pull Fang Chang over and beat him up, then tie him up and sniff him.

As for that little girl.

Just scare away.

There are injustices and debts.

Although Manager Oriental is not a good person, he is not as embarrassed as a little girl.

"Auntie, it's him, you knock him down."

Fang Chang frowned and retreated behind An Ning (this is a joke).

Manager Dongfang was a little confused. He looked at An Ning in a daze and walked towards him. Then, the back of his head hurt and he knew nothing.

Fang Chang lifted him up and tied him to the back seat of the motorcycle.

In this way, he and An Ning will be more in line with each other.

There is nothing to do with peace.

The motorcycle girl fell in love with this kind of car that could not give her the feeling.

The beast bone chariot stopped at the entrance of the Peak Martial Arts Hall.

There are people coming and going here, some working and some transporting materials, so we can't wait to start work.

Fang Chang dragged one of Manager Dongfang's legs and pulled him in.

Xiao Liuzi was locked in a cellar before - it was actually a dungeon. It used to be used by detaining good women, which made the cellar the territorial site of the peak martial arts hall.

After arriving at the cellar, you have to wake up Manager Dongfang.

An Ning is a bit heavy to start.

Dongfang Yixiao opened his eyes in a daze and struggled to get up.

He immediately went to smell himself.

"Don't worry, no one swears you this time. I used cold water, but you don't have to be too disappointed. If you can't agree, you will still swear." Fang Chang sat in the dark basement.

The surroundings are empty, and things have long been emptied.

"What do you want?" Manager Dongfang looked around and found the figure that scared him.
To be continued...