I Became a Martial Saint In Another World

Chapter 111 The armor is ready and the killing begins! (!)

 Within the room.

Yang Fang sat quietly, wearing a black robe and holding a tea cup. He was expressionless and the atmosphere was depressing.

Zhang Xiaobao stood quietly, feeling uneasy.

“Xiaobao, what happened today? Tell me in detail!”

 “No, it’s nothing.”

 Zhang Xiaobao sounded fearful.

 “Still hiding it?”

Yang Fang's face turned cold, "Today's evening, Guanshi Tan's cronies came and asked me to cut off your head and send it to the Tianlong Gang!"

Zhang Xiaobao's face was horrified, and he knelt down directly on the ground. He was so frightened that he kowtowed as hard as he could.

 “Yang Ye, spare my life, Yang Ye, please spare your life”

"explain!"

Yang Fang’s tone was indifferent.

“This afternoon, when I was buying medicine for you, I accidentally met Hu Tianle, the son of the Tianlong Gang.”

Zhang Xiaobao's face was aggrieved, and with tears in his eyes, he told everything that happened today.

Hu Tianle is a man of both sexes. He originally wanted to plot something against Zhang Xiaobao, but during sex, Zhang Xiaobao accidentally lost control of himself, ruining Hu Tianle's elegance, and was thrown out of the door by Hu Tianle.

 After that, he hurriedly escaped and rushed back to the shop.

It’s just that he never expected that the Tianlong Gang would hold a grudge so much that they would ask Yang Fang to chop off his head after he came back.

“Master Yang, please spare me, please, Master Yang.”

 Zhang Xiaobao was extremely frightened and kept kowtowing.

Yang Fang lowered his eyes and showed no expression.

Tianlong helped Hu Tianle.

He is the biological son of Hu Meng, one of the four hall masters.

Hu Meng is in the mid-seventh grade!

 “I know, you go down, I know what to do.”

Yang said calmly.

 “Master Yang Yang!”

 Zhang Xiaobao’s voice trembled.

 “Go.”

Yang Fang’s eyes were slightly cold.

"yes!"

 Zhang Xiaobao lowered his head and left here aggrievedly.

 Another room.

Steward Tan sat quietly, wearing a floral robe, holding an iron pipe in his hand, clicking his mouth continuously, while a delicate woman behind him squeezed his shoulders hard.

Listening to the servant's report, Steward Tan gulped and said coldly, "So, he is unwilling to do it himself?"

 “Yes, in charge.”

 The confidants in front of you respond carefully.

"snort!"

Steward Tan snorted coldly and his eyes turned cold.

 Don’t know how to praise!

 “You go down.”

"yes!"

 The confidant immediately bowed and left.

 “Is Senior Brother Tan here?”

Not long after, Yang Fang's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Master Tan has taken a rest. We'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do."

 In the room, the delicate woman responded.

 “In that case, I’ll come back tomorrow!”

Outside the door, Yang Fang responded, thoughtfully, and turned to leave.

Steward Tan continued to smash his cigarette holder, looking out through the window paper with cold eyes.

  After a while.

 He banged the pot heavily on the table on one side, making a dull sound.

 Night.

 No stars or moon.

 Front hall area.

Yang Fang is tall and powerful. He is still working hard at blacksmithing. His hands are clanging and his voice is deafening. While he is thinking about Zhang Xiaobao, he is also making plans for the future.

 As the last iron boot was completely formed, Yang Fang's tense expression gradually relaxed.

On the tongs in front of you, there is a huge iron boot firmly clamped. It is red and covered with mysterious patterns. At a glance, it has an unspeakable aura of intimidation.

　　It was bright in the air for more than half an hour before Yang Fang finally inserted the iron boots into the sink.

Chichichichi!

 As before, the whole tank bubbled rapidly and made a gurgling sound.

 Large pieces of water vapor emerged, like a steamer.

　A long time has passed.

Yang Fangcai took out the iron boots again, with a delighted face, staring at the thing in front of him.

 It’s done!

 The last part is also completely finished.

 At this point, all the Iron Demon armors have been built!

“I don’t know if this thing can improve my strength, but I’m sure I won’t be afraid of fire if I wear it.”

Yang Fang said to himself.

 Even if it is burned to a high temperature of several thousand degrees, it will probably not have any impact.

 He couldn't wait to go back and try.

Yang Fang put the iron pliers aside, wrapped the boot and left.

 Not long.

 Inside the room.

 All the parts were taken out from under the bed by Yang Fang. They were extremely heavy, black, covered with mysterious lines, and eerie.

Looking at each part alone, you may not feel anything.

 But when all the parts are put together, the whole feeling changes completely.

Yang Fang didn’t waste any more time and immediately put on these parts one by one.

soon.

A picture of extremely ferocious, huge and black armor tightly wrapped Yang Fang's body.

　　He was almost completely covered from head to toe.

Even the front door is covered.

 From this point of view, it is somewhat similar to heavy armor in the Middle Ages.

The moment Yang Fang put on the armor, he clearly felt an invisible and powerful aura permeating the armor, as if he suddenly came to life.

The originally complex patterns in the armor were suddenly connected at this moment, forming a mysterious formation.

"I see."

Yang Fang lowered his head and whispered.

  No wonder this piece of armor claims to be able to increase the user's strength by three to five times.

 Because the texture on each part is part of the formation.

 When all the lines are connected together, the formation will be activated.

Yang Fang immediately controlled the true energy and poured it into the armor. In an instant, he felt that the entire armor seemed to contain a huge fire dragon, and waves of violent and fierce power emerged to provide support for him.

　　Boom!

He casually punched out, the wind roared and whined, filling him with a violent feeling.

Not only that!

At this moment, one can faintly feel a crazy bloodthirsty surge from the armor and penetrate into his mind.

 This is the obsession of Fire Dragon Blood.

Yang Fang has a clear head.

 The materials required to cast this iron demon armor are extremely expensive.

 There are fire dragon blood, fire demon heart, scale beast crystal core, etc.

These things already contain extremely strong evil spirits, and when mixed together under the operation of the formation, they converge into a crazy meaning that can invisibly affect people's minds.

Especially when wearing armor and fighting, this sense of madness may be even more intense.

 “Hoo!”

Yang Fang let out a gentle breath and relaxed again.

 He took off the armor bit by bit.

 The entire armor weighs nearly three hundred kilograms.

 It is not that easy to put on.

He has basically used up the large piece of Pluto iron, leaving only a small piece the size of an egg.

Yang Fang divided the parts into packages, filled two large packages, and carefully stuffed them under the bed.

The Iron Demon's armor is ready, and there is no need for him to stay in this shop.

Yang Fang sat down cross-legged and began to close his eyes and rest.

 Early the next day.

Yang Fang had no expression on his face and walked towards Manager Tan again.

“Deputy Manager Yang, Manager Tan is not here, please let me give you something!”

On the way, the confidant from last night came over again, holding a box in his hand and spoke.

"what?"

Yang Fang frowned.

“Steward Tan said, Deputy Steward Yang will know it at a glance!”

 The confidant responded.

 He placed the box on the stone table on one side and left quickly.

Yang Fang looked gloomy and had a bad feeling. He walked to the stone table and opened the box with his long sword.

boom!

 A head pickled with lime suddenly came into view.

 His face is pale and full of fear, and his eyes have not been closed yet.

 Zhang Xiaobao!

Yang Fang held the sword instantly and narrowed his eyes.

 It seems that I still failed to save him!

He was killed at night?

 Not only killed him, but also brought him before himself.

Yang Fang took a gentle breath, kept as calm as possible, and said to himself, "Originally, I just wanted to leave quietly, why bother, why bother?"

 The so-called slap in the face is nothing more than this.

He stretched out his palm, closed Zhang Xiaobao's eyes, covered the box, and then walked into the room holding the box.

 In the evening, inside Heyue Building.

The atmosphere is harmonious.

 Laughter rang out.

 Guanshi Tan was talking with three of the four leaders of the Tianlong Gang.

They are Yuan Xiaotian, Hu Meng, and Zhao Erniang. In addition to them, there are also several backbones of the Tianlong Gang and a very valued son of Manager Tan.

"To be honest, Quanzi Tan Shang has long admired Brother Yuan's name. He has told me more than once that he wants to become Brother Yuan's disciple. Now that Brother Yuan is here, how about accepting Quanzi?"

With a smile on his face, Steward Tan looked at Yuan Xiaotian, one of the three hall masters, and laughed.

Beside him, stood a young man of about 17 or 18, wearing a long green coat, with oily hair and pink face, his hair tied up, looking at Yuan Xiaotian expectantly.

Yuan Xiaotian laughed heartily and said, "Steward Tan is so polite. What is the relationship between you and me? As long as Steward Tan doesn't dislike my low martial arts skills, how dare Yuan refuse?"

 “Okay, in this case, I’m relieved.”

With a smile on his face, Manager Tan said, "Shang'er, why don't you worship and serve tea?"

 The young man on one side immediately held a tea cup in both hands and said respectfully, "Master Yuan, please drink tea!"

"Um."

Yuan Xiaotian smiled slightly, took the tea, stirred it with the tea lid, and said, "Tan Shang, from now on, we are all our own people, so you don't have to be so reserved in front of me!"

 “Yes, Master Yuan!”

 The young man responded.

Seeing this, Manager Tan became more and more satisfied.

 The other two hall masters also showed the slightest smile.

From then on, Manager Tan was completely tied to them.

"By the way, Steward Tan, I heard that your shop has a new deputy steward. How are you doing lately? Didn't you cause any trouble?"

The delicate Zhao Erniang said with a smile.

"What kind of trouble can he cause? He's just a loser. I can kill him at any time if I want to."

Steward Tan smiled and smashed the cigarette rod in his mouth.

 Downstairs area.

A rather burly figure walked into Heyue Tower. He was wearing black clothes and his long hair was disheveled. He raised his head and looked towards the bustling restaurant and said to himself, "What a lively restaurant. Tan Tan on the first day." This is where the manager shows off his power to me."

“Sir, what would you like to order?”

 A waiter smiled and greeted him warmly.

 “I’m looking for someone.”

Yang Fang spoke calmly, looked at the waiter and said, "Where is Manager Tan?"

 “Guanshi Tan?”

The waiter looked surprised, looked at Yang Fang, shook his head decisively and said, "I don't know, the guest may have found the wrong place.

 “Looking in the wrong place?”

Yang Fang snorted, ignored it, and walked straight to the second floor.

 Even if the waiter doesn’t tell him, he can still find it.

 The scent of insects has long been left on Guanshi Tan's body, which is colorless and odorless. He can find it wherever he goes.

“Sir, the VIP area is upstairs, you can’t go there!”

 The waiter looked surprised and quickly stopped Yang Fang.

"Um?"

Yang Fang raised his eyebrows and glanced back at the waiter.

The waiter's expression changed, and he stopped instantly, showing a sarcastic expression, and did not dare to say anything more.

Yang Fang continued to walk upstairs.

 The sound of chatter and laughter can be heard far away in the corridor.

 Soon, Yang Fang thoroughly confirmed the place where Manager Tan was meeting guests and walked straight there.

Cheep!

The tight door was slowly pushed open by him from the outside, making a series of harsh sounds.

 The long, dark shadow of the door swayed under the light of the lights.

"Um?"

 Everyone in the room showed displeasure and turned to look.

 “Wang Fang, it’s not that he doesn’t want to let people go.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Manager Tan suddenly realized something was wrong and said coldly, "Yang Dao!"

 “Yes, it’s me!”

Yang Fang spoke calmly, strode into the door, looked at everyone present, and asked, "I wonder if you have disturbed Senior Brother Tan?"

The three Tianlong Gang leaders and Tan Shang all frowned and looked at Yang Fang.

“Interesting, is this Deputy Deacon Yang sent by the Xuanwu Sect?”

Zhao Erniang covered her mouth and smiled softly, saying, "It is true that a hero comes from a young boy!"

She glanced at Manager Tan meaningfully, as if she meant something.

 “Boy, where did you come from? Is this possible for you?”

Tan Shang shouted sharply.

 “Shang’er must not be rude!”

Manager Tan's tone was cold, he looked at Yang Fang and said, "What's the matter with Junior Brother Yang?"

 His heart was filled with cold murderous intent.

　　I don’t know whether to live or die!

How dare you break into your place of reception without your permission!

This Yang Dao is really tired of living!

“Zhang Xiaobao is dead. I want to know if it was Brother Tan’s handiwork?”

Yang Fang asked lightly.

 “So what?”

 Guanshi Tan said coldly.

"Why? Because he ruined Hu Tianle's elegance?"

Yang Fang asked, "By the way, is there Hu Tianle's father here?"

Hu Meng’s face suddenly darkened.

"Why?"

Manager Tan sneered and said, "Can you ask this kind of question? Junior Brother Yang, you are really disrespectful now. Do you know that I can kill you just by saying this, but what do you think?" If you know why, why don't I tell you? Weakness is the original sin, and the ant people are not human. Zhang Xiaobao offended people who shouldn't be offended, and his fate has already been determined. What does it have to do with me killing him? He is weak, so he must Die! The same goes for you, you are weak, you won’t survive tomorrow!”

 Manager Tan's tone was extremely cold.

"Understood."

Yang Fang nodded calmly and said, "So the strong can do whatever they want!"

 “You can understand it that way!”

Steward Tan's voice was cold and he had already sentenced Yang Fang to death.

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fang struck out with a lightning-like palm, powerful and powerful.

Tan Shang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole chest instantly sunk, his internal organs exploded, and his body flew out directly, clattered against the wall, and turned into a ball of flesh and blood.

“Your son is also weak, so your son must die too!”

Yang Fang’s tone was cold.

 You have to leave anyway, and you have been angry for so many days, so why not break out?

 Chapter 3 is here, please vote for me!

 (End of this chapter)