All the top underworld forces in China are out!
"Reinforcements?" Lin Mu was stunned at first, and then his expression became a little crazy.
"Let me see how much more you have to offer!" He rushed towards those people without hesitation, and the people at the city gate also rushed out.
Looking at the mess below, Fang Zhiyi slowly appeared.
Lin Mu'an, who had repelled two masters with one palm, seemed to have noticed something. He raised his head and looked at Fang Zhiyi from a distance. Seeing the undisguised contempt and disdain on the other's face, Lin Mu'an rushed towards the city gate like a madman.
"See? What's the point of being a martial arts expert? A top-notch expert can fight against a few people, but what if he surpasses them? His hair will curl, his sword will become blunt, and his internal energy will be exhausted. Jianghu, haha."
Several graduates behind him nodded repeatedly.
"Why do these people want to help?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Jiang Rou, dressed more maturely, answered immediately, "Because they all rely on us for their livelihoods, rely on Shunfeng for deliveries, rely on Shunfeng for sales, send their children to martial arts schools, or are gangs that want to recruit graduates. Many of these people also hold shares in Shunfeng." Her eyes were full of confidence. "Also, they have signed a profit-sharing agreement for the newly opened restaurant."
"The martial arts world is not about fighting and killing, it's about human relationships and the exchange of interests. People fight for interests, and interests can also be sharp swords." Fang Zhiyi sighed softly, "This is also the last lesson I will teach you." The students saluted one after another.
As he finished speaking, Lin Mu'an fell at the foot of the city gate. He looked up at Fang Zhiyi unwillingly, and Fang Zhiyi also looked down at him.
The stallion had finally reached the end of his rope.
Fang Zhiyi raised his head, but the thunder did not strike.
The chaos ended, and those sects that came under the pressure of Lin Mu's tyranny surrendered directly. Fang Zhiyi did not blackmail them for the first time, but let them leave on their own, and at the same time asked someone to entertain those who had contributed to the cause.
He feels very tired.
Just as he was walking out of the city alone, wanting to go to the old campus of Youzhou Martial Arts School, the strange old man appeared again.
But he looked much older than last time, with wrinkles all over his face. He looked at Fang Zhiyi expressionlessly. Looking at his fixed gaze, Fang Zhiyi felt inexplicably flustered.
To be honest, after experiencing so many worlds, Fang Zhiyi no longer knew what fear and terror were. The experiences of those worlds existed truly in his mind, and every person he had ever met was saying something in his mind. These had long since made his emotions become extremely indifferent.
But the old man in front of him made him feel a long-lost sense of panic.
"Which sect is this master from?" Fang Zhiyi stopped and asked in a deep voice.
The old man didn't say anything.
Fang Zhiyi observed him carefully. Something was wrong. It was absolutely wrong.
This old man looks like a dead man!
He took a tentative step back, and the old man stood there without moving. Fang Zhiyi ran away, but the old man just stood there and watched him leave.
It was a holiday that day, and except for He Wugui who was on duty, everyone else went to the city. Seeing Fang Zhiyi coming, He Wugui was happy, threw the doorman job to him, and slipped away. He hadn't seen Mei Ruoxue for a long time. Last time, he wanted to adopt Mei Ruoxue as his godson, but was seriously rejected by Fang Zhiyi. There was no other reason. Fang Zhiyi felt that He Wugui simply wanted to take advantage of him.
In the empty martial arts school, Fang Zhiyi couldn't help but recall his first day there.
His thoughts wandered far and wide, and he recalled many people: the eunuchs he trusted when he was emperor, the emperor who was so obsessed with fun that he threw everything at him, and his companions in the world of immortal cultivation...
Soon, a familiar figure appeared in front of the preserved bamboo forest.
The old man with wrinkles all over his face stood there, staring straight at Fang Zhiyi.
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