The fat disciple in white gave way to the door and invited Fang Ze to enter.

Fang Ze entered Yizhuang.

During the conversation, he learned that the fat male disciple of the Lianhua Sword Sect was named He Zhao, and the girl with baby fat on her face was named Zhao Wen. They were both inner disciples of the Lianhua Sword Sect.

The other middle-aged man is the guard here.

Fang Ze could tell that the Lianhua Sword Sect was using small tasks to accumulate experience for its disciples.

He didn't say anything and followed He Zhao into Yizhuang.

He Zhao talked about the situation as he walked.

"Senior Brother Fang, Yuan Ye, the young escort leader of the Jinfeng Escort Bureau, had an incident in the Lianhua Sword Sect of Tianwai City, which we did not expect at all."

"Young Master Yuan is in the fourth state of the Nine Transformations of the Flesh. This trip to Tianwai City is also to accumulate experience in the world. At the same time, Mr. Yuan of the Golden Wind Escort Bureau and our Lianhua Sword Sect, Master Hao, have an old relationship. The Young Master takes my father's place."

Drop by to see Master Hao on the way."

"It's just that no one expected that Young Master Yuan was in Tianwai City and he would meet Hou Shaolin, a young leftist master who has been in the limelight recently. The two became jealous over a girl's affairs and started fighting."

"Boss Yuan Shao, although he has activated the fourth transformation of the nine physical transformations, Hou Shaolin has reached the sixth transformation state quietly in the past six months. The difference in levels, coupled with the anger between the two at that time, Hou Shaolin made a heavy move.

Mr. Yuan, the head escort... was killed on the spot."

"Hou Shaolin also knew that he had caused trouble and left Tianwai City immediately. When our Lianhua Sword Sect learned about this, Master Hao ordered the sword sect to capture Hou Shaolin on the spot, but the other party was really slippery and didn't know where to hide."

"It's a pity that Mr. Yuan, the escort leader, has just traveled around the world and has died before he can show his prominence. Alas... it's really sad to say that."

He Zhao introduced the situation.

Fang Ze nodded slightly.

He already understood the situation, and after hearing this, he didn't have much trouble in his heart.

In the world of martial arts, there are many legends about young men becoming heroes and defeating their opponents, which makes people yearn for them.

It's a pity that those who can really become famous as young people in the world are still a few lucky ones.

Those who are not strong or not so lucky are the majority.

Fang Ze has seen young martial arts heroes in the past few years. At the same level of strength, only one out of twenty or thirty can become famous. Some of the rest have experienced dangers in the martial arts world and are frightened and frightened. Some have a certain level of strength but have never been able to get ahead.

Worst of all, those who are extremely unlucky are like the leader of the bodyguard Yuan Shao, who died before he left the army before he could show his prowess.

As the eldest brother of the Wanligui sect, Fang Ze has seen a lot of these things in the past few years. He has some sympathy for the head escort Yuan Shao, but it is difficult to arouse any more emotions.

The world has always been like this, everyone can see the most dazzling knights, but no one remembers the 'price' in the shadow of the dazzling ones.

While they were talking, Fang Ze and others had already reached the door of Yizhuang's house. The middle-aged guard of Yizhuang came forward and opened the door with a bunch of keys. Fang Ze, He Zhao and others entered the house.

Inside the house, there were two dim oil lamps, the lights flickered on and off. There were about twenty or thirty wooden platforms in the house, and about one-third of the wooden platforms were covered with corpses.

Under the dim and flickering light of the oil lamp, the house looked gloomy. When Zhao Wen, a female disciple of the Lotus Sword Sect behind him, saw it, he couldn't help but have a look of fear on his face, and his hands unconsciously pressed on his waist.

On the hilt of the long sword.

He Zhao was also a little unnatural, but he seemed not to want to make a fool of himself in front of Fang Ze and forced himself to stay calm.

Fang Ze, on the other hand, had no strange expression on his face and seemed to be used to this kind of scene.

"The body of Mr. Yuan's bodyguard is here." He Zhao calmed down, pointed to a coffin on a wooden platform, and said to Fang Ze.

Fang Ze nodded.

In fact, he had noticed it a long time ago. After all, in the Yizhuang building, only half of the more than ten corpses were placed in coffins. The rest were exposed, just covered with a layer of straw mats. Most of the coffins were

An ordinary thin coffin, only one part is made of fine nanmu coffin.

Fang Ze walked over and saw that the black nanmu coffin had no lid, and inside the coffin, there was the body of a young man.

This corpse looks to be eighteen or nineteen years old, quite tall, but its appearance... can only be said to be ordinary.

The body lies in the coffin.

Seeing this person's face, Fang Ze nodded slightly.

"I met Mr. Yuan in Leling, Xuzhou two years ago. There was no doubt that it was him. I still remember that Mr. Yuan was ambitious and high-spirited at that time, but I didn't expect that we would be separated by life and death when we met again."

Fang Ze said.

"Oh, yes, life is impermanent, and the world is even more impermanent." He Zhao couldn't help but feel emotional after hearing this, and felt sad for a moment.

Fang Ze took a deep breath, then exhaled, and said: "I have finally handed over to Junior Brother He about the body of Mr. Yuan, and I will be responsible for the rest of the matter. I will send the head of Mr. Yuan back to Xuzhou."

"Okay, then Junior Sister Zhao and I will also return to the Lianhua Sword Sect to report back to the sect leader." He Zhao nodded and said.

After He Zhao said this, he moved a little, but he didn't leave yet.

There seemed to be a trace of curiosity and a trace of hesitation on his face, which made him appear a little entangled and hesitant to speak.

"Junior Brother He, is there anything else?" Fang Ze noticed He Zhao's weirdness and asked.

He Zhao hesitated for a moment, but in the end he still couldn't hold back his expression. He asked with curiosity: "Senior Brother Fang, there is something I said that I thought was rude and presumptuous. It's just that I was curious and wanted to ask. If Senior Brother thinks I'm too talkative,

, you don’t have to answer me.”

"But it doesn't matter. If it's something that can be discussed, I won't hide it," Fang Ze said.

Fang Ze's answer was quite polite, but it also had another meaning. Even if I can't say it, I won't say it either.

After hearing this, He Zhao mustered up his courage and asked Fang Ze with a cautious and curious tone: "Senior Brother Fang, I heard that the fees charged for Wanligui Sect's management are not small. Has Senior Brother already accumulated enough?

Don’t you worry about the resources for martial arts training anymore?”

"Senior brother, have you already cultivated and become free of resources?"

After hearing this, Fang Ze smiled slightly and was not surprised by this question.

In fact, some people in the world have asked Fang Ze many similar questions over the years.

Many people are very interested in the income of the senior brother of the Wanligui sect. The only difference is that he is thick-skinned and thin-skinned, and you can't tell the difference even if you ask.

Fang Ze has long had rich experience in answering questions that are frequently asked by curious people.

Fang Ze smiled indifferently and said: "There is no need to work hard. It is not about freedom of resources for cultivation, but it is more generous."

"Oh..." He Zhao looked stunned. He obviously wanted to ask again, but he felt that it was a bit too much, so he didn't ask in the end.

"Senior Brother Fang, Junior Sister and I will take our leave first." In the end, He Zhao still didn't ask that question.

Fang Ze nodded.

Watching the two disciples of the Lianhua Sword Sect walk out of the house, Fang Ze couldn't help but laugh.

The source of the freedom of cultivation resources that He Zhao asked just now came from Fang Ze.

It was not long after Fang Ze came to this world and was slowly getting used to it. He was having a drink with his friends from all over the world. When they talked about the high cost of practicing martial arts and the scarcity of resources, he casually mentioned the freedom of training resources.

As a result, the words spread accidentally.

Although not many people know that this term originally came from Fang Ze, the freedom of cultivation resources has become a very popular term among young knights.

Fang Ze is the senior brother of the Wanli Gui Sect. The Wanli Gui Sect itself is quite mysterious, and there are rumors that their profits are quite high.

But no one knows the specific benefits.

As a result, even Fang Ze was asked several times outside if he had free resources for cultivation.

Fang Ze smiled slightly and shook his head.

…

He Zhao and Zhao Wen walked out of the gate of Yizhuang.

Zhao Wen, who had been silent just now, suddenly let out a sigh.

"Senior Brother He, I really didn't expect that the senior brother who returned to the sect from thousands of miles away would be so handsome, so handsome and elegant."

“It’s really completely unexpected!”

"I thought that the disciples who returned to the sect from thousands of miles away would have ghostly auras and look afraid of people."

"It's true that people are not judged by their appearance. If I had seen him in Tianwai City during the day, I would have thought that Senior Brother Fang was a young master from some aristocratic family who was traveling, but I never thought that he was a senior brother from a mysterious sect like the Wanligui Sect."

"Junior sister, don't say more like this!" He Zhao couldn't help but be startled when he heard Zhao Wen's words, and quickly shouted in a stern but low voice.

Seeing He Zhao's harsh attitude, Zhao Wen was frightened and didn't speak for a while.

Until the two of them walked a hundred meters away from Yizhuang.

He Zhaojian frightened Zhao Wen. He seemed to feel that he was too harsh just now. He looked back at Yizhuang and saw that there was nothing unusual there, so he continued to say in a low voice: "Junior sister, your experience in the world is still too shallow! You are talking about people behind their backs like this.

How can I say it out loud?"

"He can't hear..." Zhao Wen felt a little aggrieved.

He Zhao looked sternly and said, "How do you know you can't hear me?"

"Senior Brother Fang's cultivation is astonishing. He has already opened the seventh transformation of his physical body. His eyes, ears, mouth and nose are all open, and his ears and eyesight are sharp. With concentration, he can detect even the smallest sound within a radius of a hundred meters. How do you know that he is not listening?

say something?"

After Zhao Wen heard this, he was even more frightened and said in shock: "Senior Brother Fang has actually reached the seventh transformation of the physical state?"
Chapter completed!