Just when Fang Ning returned home, police officers from the city were already here. They checked the scene, examined the bodies, and quickly identified the six people. The Seven Murderers of Dongshan were all gangsters, sometimes part-time killers, and had killed countless people. The government
Wanted criminal.
I don’t know why they all died in the street. This matter became an unsolved case and was still being talked about as a surprise many years later.
Fang Ning returned home without revealing any traces. He burned off his bloody clothes and drank a sip of hot tea. Only then did he come back to his senses. The first feeling he felt was excitement. This feeling of fighting to the death gave him a feeling that he could not say no.
The feeling of excitement is more enjoyable than eating delicious food or drinking fine wine.
"Fortunately, I am successful in practicing swordsmanship, otherwise I am afraid I will die on the street this time. Six strong men who are two levels higher than me can't break my two-sword defense. My hard training in the past six months is completely worth it.
,Cool.
It seems that if I continue to practice swordplay, I must not be lazy, as everything is in vain.
Only the sword in my hand is real, because it can not only save my life, but also take off the enemy's head, which is very enjoyable. I like the feeling of fighting and the feeling of the sword piercing the enemy."
After sighing, Fang Ning began to count the loot. It turned out that the Seven Evils of Dongshan indeed had some good things on them, including some banknotes, a secret book, seven bottles of Qi refining pills, three bottles of poison, twelve charms, a dagger, and a sharp axe.
The martial arts secrets are a set of marksmanship secrets, the Wuri Divine Spear, and the innate yellow-level secrets. It was found on the gun-wielding man who committed suicide. It could have been used twice, but now there is only one chance left. It seems that he used that chance.
It just so happened that Zhu Jian also liked to practice spears. Fang Ning had promised Zhu Jian to find a set of innate-level secret books for him, so this was delivered to his door. Fang Ning nodded slightly, feeling happy in his heart.
The Qi refining pills are five bottles of Ziyun Qi Gathering Pill and two bottles of Rhubarb Blood Replenishing Pill. Ziyun Gathering Qi can be used for cultivation, and Rhubarb Blood Replenishing Pill is used for healing. Fang Ning happened to accept it. I don’t know what the poison is, and there is no explanation.
, the fishy smell was thrown away by Fang Ning.
There are twelve talismans, seven of which are magic array talismans. Using this talisman, you can quickly set up an array. No wonder the magician can easily set up an array in a busy city.
The remaining five are heavenly healing talismans. These talismans are refined by innate experts and have powerful healing functions. If Fang Ning's Catching Fire hadn't contained a terrifying power of fire, which would have caused the wound to become a strange state and prevent the talisman from taking effect.
Otherwise, even if the throat is pierced, it can be cured by using this talisman.
Both the dagger and the ax emit white light. This weapon is on par with Fang Ning's Thousand Forged Sword. They are both good things.
But these are not what Fang Ning is most happy about. What makes Fang Ning happiest are the banknotes. The banknotes on these people are not of high value. However, in the middle of the leather boots on the old man's feet, he found six banknotes. After a closer look,
, these are all in denominations of one thousand gold dollars, and all the banknotes together amount to more than six thousand three hundred gold dollars, which can be used to pawn those paddy fields.
The next day, Fang Ning took action. He found Zhu Jian and gave him the secret book. Then he gave the big ax to Shi Zhengang. He went to the bank to pawn the paddy field back. After a lot of trouble, he finally went to the auction house and pawned the seven magic arrays.
The formation talisman was sold off, and Fang Zheng kept it for himself, which was of no use.
This magic array talisman was sold for 50 gold yuan each, and he bought another 350 gold yuan. Fang Ning pawned the land and got 4,000 gold yuan. He spent 3,000 to buy the secret book, and this time he got 6,000 gold yuan, which he redeemed.
After all the hard work in paddy field, Fang Ning still had 2,373 gold yuan left. Looking at the money, Fang Ning nodded, it should be enough for him to practice his sword.
After returning home, Fang Jingping calmed down and began to continue practicing swordsmanship. This time he practiced the third sword technique of Catching Fire.
He called over Shi Zhengang and Zhu Jian, took Guanjia Shi, and the four of them left Kezhou City and headed for Baiqizhai, where Fang Ning's 500 acres of paddy field were located.
In addition to paddy fields, there are more than thirty tenants cultivating paddy fields. Fang Ning is their employer. The tenants respectfully greet Fang Ning at the roadside.
When he arrived here, Fang Ning wandered around among the mountains and rivers, and finally chose a location, west of the small river. He asked the tenants to go up the mountain to cut firewood, and set up more than ten large firewood piles here.
It was freezing cold at this time, and no one wanted to go up the mountain to cut firewood. However, Fang Ning took out piles of copper coins, ten copper coins per hundred pounds of firewood, and immediately countless men, women, and children all went up the mountain to chop trees and chop wood.
Fang Ning looked at these big piles of firewood, and then he danced with his long sword. With one strike of the sword, a spark of fire set off the prairie fire. He immediately attracted the firewood and the flames rose.
More than ten large piles of firewood were arranged in a circle and all burned. Fang Ning was in the center of the flames. He felt the flames and then began to refine his sword and practice in the fierce fire.
The tenants were surrounded outside. If the flames in the big firewood pile weakened, they would immediately fill it with firewood to keep the flames burning brightly.
Fire was rising all around and sparks were flying everywhere. Fang Ning was refining his sword here, swinging the sword and searching for the secret of the swordsmanship in the third stage of Catching Fire.
The flames were so fierce that Fang Ning's hair was dried and burned, his eyebrows were scorched, and his face and hands were burned with blood blisters from time to time, but he didn't care as he was just practicing his sword here.
The flames burned for a full day and night, and were extinguished the next day. Fang Ning rested for three days while everyone continued to chop wood and prepare for the second fire.
In the past three days, Fang Ning was thinking about the secrets of swordsmanship, while training Zhu Jian and Shi Zhengang. He beat them with his sword until they cried for their parents. This was considered a hardship for everyone, and at the same time, it made them understand what cultivation is.
Three days later, countless dry firewood was collected. There was nothing else here, but there were many big trees. Fang Ning lit the flame again, refining the sword in the sea of fire, and looking for the secret of the sword.
Just like this, it burned ten times, and every time it burned, the sky turned red. That's why Fang Ning chose this place. If it had been in Kezhou City, it would have caused a sensation in the world.
For the last time, in the midst of the fierce fire, Fang Ning suddenly roared, and the two swords in his hands immediately burst into flames, starting a prairie fire. However, this time it was not in one direction, nor was it the change of the Eighteen Styles of Catching Fire that he had discovered. At this moment,
Those eighteen postures are all integrated into one.
This is the third stage of change in Catching Fire. The first stage is the fatal sword attack, which is to attack one point. The second stage is the change of the eighteen swords, which attack from one point to the other. The third stage is from the surface to the other.
In all directions, everything around him was caught in this exploding sword.
The two swords bloomed like a flame explosion. The center of the explosion was Fang Ning. The swords slashed out in all directions like arc-shaped fireworks, forming streaks of sword light. Their distribution was so dense and so fast that it was inhuman.
To the best of one's ability.
With Fang Ning as the center, a radius of one foot was completely enveloped by the flaming sword light. Under this sword light, the flames on all the burning fires were extinguished. They were extinguished instantly. After one sword strike, all the flames surrounding the fire were extinguished.
Ning's burning flames were all extinguished, leaving Fang Ning alone standing there, destroying the raging sea of fire with one sword.
Fang Ning let out a long breath and smiled silently. Finally, he had mastered the third form of Ziqing's Two-Hearted Light Sword, Sparkling Prairie Fire. If those Seven Evils from the East came to ambush him again and exploded with one sword, all seven of them would die.
After completing his sword training, Fang Ning returned to his hometown. He was a handsome young man when he left, but he came back as a bald boy with all his hair burnt. It was already the end of November, and it would be the New Year in just over a month.;