Chapter 110 Time travel again! (Please subscribe!)

Another seven days passed in a flash.

Weekend time.

Fang Ting called Yang Fang again and wanted to ask Yang Fang out.

It's a pity that Yang Fang was busy practicing and just chose to use excuses, which made Fang Ting feel a little disappointed.

When a girl travels to another world, she almost instinctively wants to find someone to rely on.

The indigenous disciple her uncle introduced to her before was very good, but it was a pity that he was brutally killed.

Now she hopes Yang Fang can accompany her, but Yang Fang is always so busy.

"Okay Fang Ting, you actually secretly contacted that Yang Fang behind my back. That's my blind date."

Suddenly, a burst of joking laughter came.

Zhao Xue suddenly came from behind and hugged Fang Ting tightly around the waist. Her long ponytail was swaying behind her, showing her heroic appearance.

"No, he and I just have an ordinary relationship as colleagues!"

Fang Ting smiled bitterly.

"Ordinary colleague relationship? I think there is something fishy between you two!"

Zhao Xue snorted lightly and said with a smile, "But I still forgive you. Let's go. I'll treat you to a certain Deji."

The two of them left here.

In an abandoned construction site.

Yang Fang's upper body was naked, and his muscles were exposed. He was still practicing the cross fist over and over again, making a whirring sound, and his movements were fast and powerful.

Fifteen days passed quickly.

Tonight is the time to return again.

When he thought of Manager Tan in the iron shop, he couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart and his eyes were as bright as a tiger's.

Ever since he entered the iron shop, he has been keeping a low profile.

Manager Tan bullied him, humiliated him, and beat him, but he chose to endure it all.

But people always have a certain amount of anger!

Phew! Phew! Phew!

The sound of the fist is loud and powerful. Combined with his toned figure, which is extremely well-proportioned and masculine, it has an indescribable sense of beauty.

With one punch, it was like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Time passed.

Unknowingly, night falls.

Yang Fang returned home after dinner, took a warm shower, and then sat on the bed, waiting for his return.

As expected.

Burning and stinging pain soon appeared on my arms.

A line of handwriting that only he could see came into view clearly.

"In this time travel, the Iron Demon Armor should be completely constructed."

Yang Fang secretly said.

As long as the Iron Demon Armor is created, he can crush Steward Tan to death and leave directly.

Yang Fang lay on the bed and began to wait for time to pass.

The familiar and unusual feeling of drowsiness came over him again, making his mind dizzy and his eyesight going dark.

After a few minutes passed.

Whoops, whoops!

In a dark room.

Yang Fang suddenly opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, panted heavily, and looked towards the room. Then he immediately walked towards the door, looked at the door bolt, and relaxed temporarily.

The door bolt is still plugged in.

The hair on the door bolt didn't fall off either.

It shows that it has not been touched from beginning to end.

"It seems that Manager Tan has never been here."

Yang Fang whispered, opened the panel again, and checked.

Cultivation level: Mid-seventh grade (837/1000)

Mental Technique: The fourth level of Xuanwu True Skill (3350/4000)

Martial Arts: Cross Fist Level 1 (500/600), Wind Chasing Sword Mastery (230/500), Blinking Sword Mastery (180/500)

Qualification: Outstanding among people (75/90)

"We are closer to the seventh level peak, but the cross fist is still too slow, and we haven't broken through the first level yet."

Yang Fang watched for a while and then closed the panel again.

He took a look at the sky, immediately took out a piece of Plutonian Iron, and rushed towards the front hall.

Not long after, the heavy sound of blacksmithing sounded in the dark night.

Early the next day.

With a smile on his face, Manager Tan came to visit Yang Fang again.

"Junior Brother Yang, how did you sleep last night?"

"fine."

Yang Fang responded.

"It's okay. By the way, I heard that Zhang Xiaobao is mute. Do you want to fire him?"

Manager Tan smiled.

"No, let him stay, it's so pitiful."

Yang Fang said.

"Junior brother is so kind, haha."

Manager Tan smiled meaningfully, patted Yang Fang on the shoulder, turned and left.

Yang Fang narrowed his eyes and stared at Manager Tan silently.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and went out to check the situation.

As expected, the streets were more tense than a few days ago. There were crowds of people everywhere, gathering in small groups and talking incessantly.

Some discussed the Xuanwu Sect, some discussed the evil spirits, and some discussed the Black Dragon Army.

He walked straight to a shop.

"Your Majesty, you want to buy a jade to ward off evil spirits? Today's jade to ward off evil spirits costs 55 taels of silver."

The shopkeeper's smile.

"55 taels, how many pieces do you have in your store?"

Yang Fang asked.

"How much does a guest officer cost?"

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up.

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll take inventory right now."

The shopkeeper was overjoyed and immediately counted them carefully and said, "There are still twelve yuan in total. Do you want to take them all?"

"Want them all!"

Yang Fang opened his mouth.

This evil-proofing jade will definitely increase in price in the future.

If you hoard more now and sell it later, you will definitely make a fortune.

Real-world information is not useless at all.

At least he knew what situation Bailuo City was about to face.

He can prepare a lot of things in advance for this.

"Sir, please come in. I'll have someone prepare it right now."
To be continued...