Block the road and kill! (Please follow up)

The sudden scene not only made Lu Zhengfang look horrified and vomit blood from his mouth, but the little woman on one side also widened her eyes in horror and was about to scream, but she subconsciously covered her mouth without saying a word and shivered.

Lu Zhengfang was in great pain. His face was pressed, and he felt that the opponent's fingers were like hooks. His face was scratched and bloody, and the back of his head hit the ground, making his head dizzy.

"You, who are you? Why are you looking for my father?"

Lu Zhengfang was terrified.

"One more question, where is Old Thief Lu?"

Yang Fang's voice was hoarse, and his fingers suddenly increased their strength and buckled hard.

"My father is attending a banquet at Hengyue Tower. Please don't mess around. I'm from the Black Tiger Gang."

Lu Zhengfang spoke in horror, feeling extremely painful.

I didn't dare to refuse Yang Fang's question.

"Heng Yue Tower!"

Yang Fang showed a cold smile and said, "Who are there?"

"I don't know the details, but I heard from my dad that Elder Cao is also there."

Lu Zhengfang said fearfully, "Please spare me. If you have anything to say, the grudge between you and my father has nothing to do with me. The rules of the world do not affect my family. I am innocent."

Yang Fang said no more, let go of Lu Zhengfang's face, turned around slowly with his burly body, and was about to leave.

Lu Zhengfang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his body was covered in cold sweat, and deep viciousness appeared in his heart.

Damn thing!

Who is this?

Click!

Suddenly, the Zen staff in Yang Fang's hand hit back, and all the power of the third level exploded. The terrifying crescent moon shovel hit Lu Zhengfang's chest. With a bang, Lu Zhengfang's sternum was smashed into pieces, blood spurted out, and he screamed,

He flew backwards on the spot, hit the wall, and died tragically.

"It's not easy to let you go!"

His voice was hoarse and he took a deep look at the little woman on the bed.

"I won't say it, I won't say it."

The little woman was terrified and trembling.

Yang Fang let out a cold snort, straightened his body, and left quickly from here.

The night is darker.

No stars or moon.

In the deep alleys everywhere, the wind howled.

In the Hengyue Tower, people were drinking and drinking, chatting and laughing.

A long time passed before the banquet inside began to end.

Manager Lu had a smile on his face. After watching Elder Cao leave in a carriage, he said hello to a few old friends and began to walk home.

Since his residence was nearby, he didn't even need to take a carriage.

Manager Lu was spinning two huge iron bladders in his left hand, his face was reddish, he was drunk, he was humming an unknown ditty in his mouth, and he was walking through a familiar alley.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Manager Lu stopped, and he was keenly aware of the abnormality. His eyes were sharp and cold, and he glanced forward, "Who? Come out!"

Snap!

In the darkness, a tall figure walked out of the alley on one side, dressed in black, with a red devil mask on his face, and holding a thick black Zen staff in his hand.

clang!

The Zen staff paused on the ground and immediately made a clear metallic echo.

Manager Lu narrowed his eyes, stared at the person in front of him, and finally landed on the thick Zen staff on one side, and said coldly, "Who are you? I have not offended you, have I?"

call!

A terrifying strong wind suddenly hit Manager Lu in the face.

Without saying a word, Yang Fang grabbed the thick Zen staff and rushed directly towards Manager Lu. The Zen staff in his hand suddenly hit Manager Lu on the head.

"How brave!"

Guanshi Lu shouted fiercely, dropped the two iron gallbladders, and two sharp and slender iron hooks instantly appeared in his hands. He crossed his arms and suddenly blocked upwards.

But he never expected that Yang Fang's power would be so great.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Manager Lu was shaken to the point that his arms were broken, his body staggered, his face flushed, his heart frightened, and he couldn't help but retreated backwards.

Third grade?

He was shocked and couldn't believe it.

When did you offend a third-grade master?

Hooray!

Yang Fang succeeded with one strike, and waved the Zen staff in his hand, airtightly, and rushed directly towards the body of Manager Lu. The 62-pound water-milled Zen staff seemed to be weightless in his hand, dancing airtightly, moving towards Manager Lu with all his moves.

Smashed away wildly.

Manager Lu looked horrified and did not dare to resist directly. He could only rely on the speed of his body to dodge quickly. He wanted to shout, but Yang Fang's attack was too fierce and he had no time to shout.

Once he called out, he was worried that Yang Fang would immediately find a flaw and let him die miserably.

Whirring whirring!

The two of them moved quickly in the alley, one kept killing and the other dodged wildly.

More than ten moves passed in the blink of an eye.

When Yang Fang saw that he still couldn't take down Manager Lu, he suddenly waved his palm forcefully, and he smashed four or five lime bags in succession.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The lime bag exploded, and a large amount of white mist suddenly spattered, covering Steward Lu's face.

Manager Lu was horrified and quickly closed his eyes and swept his hands vigorously.

This man is so despicable!

He is stronger than him in cultivation, but he still uses dirty tricks?

Click!

Yang Fang's water mill Zen staff suddenly penetrated through, and the thick crescent shovel hit Steward Lu's chest hard, making a crisp sound of bone cracking. Steward Lu's chest was dented on the spot, blood spurted out, and his body was straight.

It flew backwards for seven or eight meters and landed in the distance, twitching in pain.

Yang Fang's eyes were cold, and he rushed over quickly to look at Manager Lu, who had a painful expression on his face.

"Does it hurt?"

He was aloof and his voice was hoarse.

"Who the hell are you?"

Manager Lu struggled to move his lips.

"By the way, your son was also killed by me."

Yang Fang suddenly spoke.

"puff!"

Manager Lu spurted out a mouthful of blood. He seemed to be angry and excited. He couldn't take a breath and kicked his legs, motionless.

To be on the safe side, Yang Fang grabbed the water-milling Zen staff and struck Manager Lu's forehead hard twice more.

Click! Click!

After delivering two heavy blows to ensure that Manager Lu would not survive, Yang Fang turned around and left.

After taking just two steps, he suddenly realized what he was doing and turned back again. He quickly searched Guanshi Lu's body with his hands and soon found a money bag with about five taels of silver in it.

Yang Fang grabbed the Zen staff, turned around and left.

Dark alley.

Wild dogs appeared, smelling the smell of blood, and rushed towards Steward Lu's body.

The other direction.

Yang Fang chose a remote road and rushed home quickly.

Just when he passed through an alley and entered the main road, Yang Fang's expression suddenly changed and he quickly dodged again. He was surprised and looked forward.

I saw a towering restaurant in the area not far away.

There are brightly lit torches in the restaurant, but the color of these torches looks very strange.

Not a normal color.

Instead, it is a kind of strange scarlet, sinister and extremely weird.

"Evil spirit?"

While he was feeling startled and doubtful, he saw a figure gradually appearing from the window on the second floor of the restaurant.

The figure seemed to be an old man, with gray hair, beard, eyes, and deep age spots on his face. Standing outside the window, he seemed to have noticed Yang Fang, and gave Yang Fang a weird smile.

Against the background of the red torch, this smile made Yang Fang instantly feel chills and goosebumps crawled all over his body.

Without thinking, he turned around and walked towards home by another road.

Rushing all the way, Yang Fang's heart was beating wildly and he couldn't calm down at all.

It's an evil spirit!

It must have been an evil spirit just now!
Chapter completed!