MTL - Gou Became a Martial Saint In Another World-Chapter 272 Travel again! Nine Nether members!

  Chapter 272 Time travel again! Nine Nether members!

  Inside the room.

  Fist wind whistling.

  The air flow is diffuse.

  Yang Fang still didn't leave the door, didn't step through the second door, and kept practicing low-level martial arts in the room.

  With his current aptitude, he should not be too fast to practice low-level martial arts.

  Any low-level martial arts are acquired almost instantly.

  Outside.

  The news is still buzzing.

   For several days in a row, the bombardment on the Internet has never stopped.

  Some people even swear by their chests again, hearing the dragon chant that night, and the presence of so many police cars and military vehicles that night undoubtedly made the news more real.

   At the same time, there was a lot of discussion among the travelers.

   There has been no peace for several days in a row.

   Fortunately, since that night, there has been no news of any alien creatures.

   It seems to be the same as what Cheng Tianye and the others said.

   Only three appeared this time.

  And only when everyone returns, creatures from other worlds will be brought randomly.

   In this way, it is undoubtedly great news for the real world.

   "However, if there is some kind of change in the other world, then the subsequent return will definitely bring more and more alien creatures."

  Yang Fang thought.

  The country can hide it from the first day of junior high school, but not the fifteenth day.

   Reality will be turbulent sooner or later.

and!

  He thought of Cheng Tianye's commission again, and couldn't help frowning secretly.

  I hope that the emperor of Qingtianyu will not really be a demon.

  Once the reform is implemented, Sky Domain will definitely be in chaos.

  It will be difficult now.

  One reality, one alien world, neither will be peaceful.

  For ordinary traversers, this is the beginning of the real **** mode.

  Suddenly, Yang Fang stopped and looked at his left wrist again.

  Bursts of unspeakable scorching heat are constantly emitting, like the countdown of a pendulum.

  0 day 0:9:59.

  58 seconds.

  ···

  Before you know it, it is the end of autumn again.

  All things withered.

   Wild geese fly south.

  Add a touch of loneliness and desolation to this world.

  Yang Fang put on a brand-new robe, sat quietly on a solitary boat with a fishing rod in his hand, and fished leisurely, with a restrained breath, like a hermit in the world.

   "Brother, it's getting late, the old man will withdraw first, and I will make an appointment next time when I have time."

  A burst of hearty laughter came from the lone boat not far away.

   "Old gentleman walk slowly."

  Yang Fang turned his head in response, and continued fishing at the bow of the boat.

  An old man with white hair and long beard put away his fishing rod, paddled the boat with a smile on his face, and left slowly.

  The sun is westward, and it is red.

   On the vast river, there are fewer and fewer people.

   It is almost impossible to see even with the boat.

   Seeing that there was no one else, Yang Fang finally put down his fishing rod, turned his palm over, and a white faceless mask appeared. On the top of the mask, there were two big numbers written with a red ink pen.

Thirteen!

  Yang Fang thought for a while, as if he had made up his mind, he put the mask on his face casually, and then swept his body, rushing out instantly as if nothing was there.

   disappeared here in a blink of an eye.

   is in the upper right corner of his mask.

  Several weird little light spots are flickering, obviously not far from here.

  ···

  The sun has completely set.

  The stars are all over the sky, shining on the earth.

  Outside the city.

  In a lonely and secluded temple.

   Pilgrims are few and far between.

  Yang Fang's body flickered and landed here.

  He was dressed in a long robe and a mask, and looked almost identical to the previous No. 13. At this moment, with his hands behind his back, his eyes glanced, and he was walking in the empty temple.

   Walk down in a circle.

   Soon, he stopped in a small square, frowning slightly.

  The signal in the mask shows that the two light spots are inside this temple.

   But now when he arrived at the temple, he found that the two light spots seemed to have disappeared.

   Really weird.

   Just when he was lost in thought and was about to continue searching, he suddenly felt a sense and turned back suddenly.

  In the area behind him, a door creaked open.

   Two figures in black robes and white faceless masks, one on the left and one on the right, suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The whole body was full of breath, and the robes danced without wind.

  There is a figure on the left with eleven written on his face.

   There is a figure on the right, with eighteen written on his face.

   "No. 13, it's you, why are you here?"

  No. 11 frowned and asked.

  Yang Anxin was slightly surprised, and looked at the two of them.

   Sure enough, they are all the Holy Spirit!

  This [Jiuyou] is a little too mysterious.

  Every member of them seems to be Holy Spirit Realm!

  However, this also made him feel that the trip was worthwhile.

  There must be someone in this organization who can refine [Huangji Pill].

   Otherwise, it would be impossible to support so many masters.

   Besides!

  How can there be so many holy spirits in Qingtianyu?

   These guys are unwilling to show their true colors, and most of their real identities are top figures of various forces in Qingtianyu.

   "What? If you are allowed to come over, I can't come over?"

  Yang Fang's voice was hoarse, and he laughed strangely.

   "Didn't you go to find the murderer who killed Huo Tianting before? Any news?"

  Number 18 next to him asked in a cold voice.

  It was a female voice, cold and indifferent, expressionless.

   "That guy is too cunning. I fought him once, but unfortunately he ran away."

  Yang Fang shook his head.

   "Really? What is his origin?"

   Inquiry on the 11th.

   "I'm not sure about this, I only know the number of martial arts of this person, it seems that it does not belong to our domain, it should be from outside."

  Yang Fang responded.

"foreign?"

  The two people in front of them looked at each other, showing doubts.

No. 11 suddenly shook his head, and said: "Forget it, do you have anything else tonight? If not, you might as well solve the task with us. This task is still a bit difficult with the strength of No. 18 and me. Originally, we wanted to I didn’t expect you to take the initiative to contact other people.”

Task?

  Yang felt relieved, then shook his head lightly, and said, "Unfortunately, I also encountered a task here, and I'm afraid I can't escape."

   "You also took other tasks?"

   Fox No. 18 questioned.

   "Yes, I got a batch of black jade elixir in my hands, which is quite expensive, and the seller is going to exchange them all for Huangji pills. I don't know what you think of this matter?"

  Yang Fang asked.

   "Black Jade Elixir?"

  The eyes of the two people in front of them flashed, and they were a little moved.

   "How many are there?"

  No. 11 asked in a low voice: "If there are too few, there is no need to tell them."

   "Not a lot. For the first batch of forty plants, the other party needs to confirm that we can eat them all before continuing to provide the rest."

  Yang opened his mouth.

   "Forty plants?"

   The two were a little surprised again.

  Even in their eyes, this number is definitely not a lot.

   "I'm afraid it's not an ordinary person who can take out so many black jade elixir at once? Is the other party from the royal family?"

  No. 11 stared at Yang Fang.

"hehe."

  Yang Fang let out a hoarse laugh, but did not answer.

  When he came, he had already found out that [Jiuyou] was mysterious, but he would often go out to pick up some tasks in order to get rewards and gain popularity.

  However, the name and information of the person who entrusted them with the task must never be sold.

   "Well, this task is indeed worth taking."

  No. 11 nodded, no longer asked any further questions, and said, "Then when are you going to send this batch of elixirs back?"

   "I have other things, and I can't send them back in person, so I came to you, and I want to entrust you to help me make a trip."

  Yang opened his mouth.

   "Entrust us?"

  No. 11 and No. 18 were moved.

   They still have tasks to complete, do they want to return to the headquarters early?

   "It's not impossible, but how do you plan to pay the remuneration during this period?"

  No. 18 suddenly laughed lowly.

   "The other party said, after this batch of elixir is refined, I will give half of it as a reward, and I will give you another third from it, how about it?"

  Yang Fang asked.

"good!"

   "It's doable."

  The two nodded and said, "Where's the Black Jade Elixir?"

"it's here."

  Yang Fang took off the package behind him casually, threw it away with shaking hands, and flew towards No. 11.

  No. 11 stretched out his palm, grabbed it, and gently untied it. He looked inside, revealing an unspeakable light.

   Sure enough, they are black jade elixirs of a certain age.

  This kind of medicinal material seems to be more refined than what they have seen before, and the color is more authentic.

  The person who planted this medicine must be a master!

   It would be good for all of them if they could work together for a long time.

   "How is it? How long does it take to become a pill?"

  Yang Fang asked.

   "Don't worry, seven days at the latest, five days at the earliest, we will take the initiative to come to you when the time comes."

   Opening No. 11.

   "It's easy to say."

  Yang Fang smiled.

   "Then let's take our leave first."

  No. 11 said a word, then shook with No. 18, and quickly disappeared here.

   In a blink of an eye, only Yang Fang was left on the entire square again.

  The cool moonlight shines down.

  Yang Fang put his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep, and he watched the two people leaving in silence.

   Forty black jade elixirs, without exception, have been marked by him.

  Even when he just talked with these two people, he left marks on them.

so!

  He didn't have to worry about these two daring to run away.

  With this kind of mark, he can also find out what the real identities of these two people are.

  Yang Fang breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, turned around, and returned directly to Yuanyang City.

  If this transaction is really successful, then from now on, there will be no need to worry about Huangji Pill.

  ···

   Time passes.

  Since returning to the Qisha Gang, Yang Fang has been putting on a show every day, taking the initiative to go out in a carriage, as if he was looking for revenge for the deputy gang leader.

   But in fact, they basically wander around the city.

   Life is easy.

   It can be seen that Ye Chen's death caused a great commotion in the city.

  Several days passed, and it still didn't subside.

   "Wu San, take a rest in front."

  Yang Fang suddenly spoke.

   "Yes, Elder Qin."

  The coachman who drove the carriage responded, and parked the carriage at a tea stand not far away.

  Yang Fang got off the carriage and walked towards an empty table.

   "This flower picker is really rampant. For several days in a row, so many women's chastity has been ruined, but no one from all parties can surrender. It's really hateful!"

   "It is said that the strength of this flower picker is extremely high, and it is very likely that he has reached the realm of the Holy Spirit. Before that, an elder guest of the Ge En family personally shot him, but he failed to keep him!"

   "What? His strength is so strong?"

"Yes, this flower-picking thief's skills are extremely evil. It seems that every time he picks a person, his strength will improve by one point. At the beginning, he was only the second level of Super Grade, but after picking so many people in a row, now even Even the Holy Spirit can't take him down, if this continues, Yuanyang City will definitely panic!"

   "Damn it, this **** really deserves to be struck by lightning. What about the Da Yuan army, why didn't they come out?"

  Many people in the tea stall were discussing.

  Yang Fang's complexion moved slightly.

  The Flower Picker?

  He shook his head slightly.

  In the ancient foreign world, the most common character is the flower picker.

   But if you have reached the Holy Spirit, do you still need to pick flowers?

   What kind of woman do you want and can't get?

  He drank tea quietly and began to rest.

  ···

   Chapter 3 is here!

   Ask for a monthly pass!

  Chapter 4 is out of time again, sorry~

  (end of this chapter)