Jiang Rou and the others were stunned. The man in the straw raincoat and the two guys holding long sticks started arguing about who should go first.
"We were here first!"
"fart!"
"You look so poor, do you have money?"
"Who are you looking down on, kid?"
Suddenly a loud laugh interrupted them, and then a man flew into the air with excellent lightness skills.
"I never thought that the devil Fang Zhiyi would dare to reveal his whereabouts. I am here to take your life!"
Everyone at the door looked at the old man who had fallen to the ground.
"Why hasn't the gentleman's sword returned?" Someone recognized the identity of the person who came.
"What should we do? Did we come here for nothing today?" Jin Yidao asked in a low voice, holding the newly bought knife in his hand.
Jiang Rou shook her head: "Let's wait and see." For some reason, she hoped that Fang Zhiyi could defeat He Wugui.
Fang Zhiyi also walked out the door. He Wugui laughed loudly: "If it were you, I would have thought it was someone pretending to be you. Now it seems that your doom has come! Come on!"
Fang Zhiyi pointed at the wooden sign at the door and said, "Ten taels per person." He glanced at the others outside and said, "You cut in line, fifty taels."
He Wugui was stunned, his face darkening: "Are you kidding me?"
"Playing tricks on you? What good is there to gain?" Fang Zhiyi said expressionlessly, "This is the rule here. Isn't the Jianghu the most rule-abiding place?"
"Rules? The rules of the martial arts world are decided by the strong!" He Wugui said and rushed forward quickly.
When the sword stabbed Fang Zhiyi, he smiled, but then his expression turned into fear. The feeling of the sword in his hand was not like the feeling of stabbing a human body.
Before anyone in the room could see Fang Zhiyi's movements, he had already arrived behind He Wugui.
He Wugui immediately touched the ground with his sword to adjust the direction of his body and stabbed behind him. Fang Zhiyi chopped his sword with his side hand and with his other hand he quickly grabbed his elbow and applied a little force. There was a crisp sound and He Wugui screamed.
Everything happened so quickly that people with less skill didn't understand. Only Lao Lan's eyes flashed with surprise. The Left Envoy had actually reached a higher level!
Looking at He Wugui who was holding his hands and screaming, Fang Zhiyi smiled and stretched out his hand: "Fifty taels." At the end he added, "Silver note." He knew that no one would run around with fifty taels of cash.
"Demon, kill me if you want, but don't humiliate me!" He Wugui grimaced in pain, his right hand had lost all feeling.
Fang Zhiyi sighed: "It will be difficult if you don't pay me. Is your family rich?"
Hearing Fang Zhiyi mention his family, He Wugui smiled and said, "You want to threaten me with my family? That's just like your demonic cult! I, He Wugui, am a loner. I don't have any friends or family!"
Fang Zhiyi smacked his lips and said, "Well, let's work to pay off the debt." He waved to Lao Lan. Lao Lan stepped forward, tapped He Wugui a few times, and dragged him into the yard. Although he didn't know what Zuo Shi was going to do, it was always right to listen to him.
Fang Zhiyi then looked at the people at the door: "So, who comes first?"
His move just now had already shocked these people. They didn't expect that Fang Zhiyi could destroy the Gentleman Sword He Wugui with just one move!
"How about you guys go first?" The people who were arguing just now began to give way to each other.
"No, no, no, our martial arts skills are low, and you look very powerful. Please go first."
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