One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

"It's a pity that there is not enough qi and blood in the body, otherwise you can reach a higher level in one fell swoop." Zhang Yang regretted in his heart, he cleaned up the things on the ground.

There is no other way to conceive and nourish qi and blood, to swallow food. But there are other ways, and that is to swallow the panacea, the treasure of heaven and earth.

"Take one step, count as one step. I didn't go down the mountain all day and night. I don't know what Uncle Tiger's life will be like in a hurry?" Zhang Yang pressed down on the practice, packed up the medicine basket, tiger meat, and then went down to the Tianfeng Peak.

Zhang Yang hurried all the way and finally returned to Hanjia Village when the moon was hanging on the treetops.

Looking at his skinny body, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, his mind moved a little, his fetus vomited a little, his body swelled up, and it returned to the appearance before Zhang Yang went up the mountain.

"Fortunately, I remember that if that look is seen by Uncle Hu Sheng, I am afraid it will scare him." Zhang Yang patted his body, feeling the power contained in it, and his heart was full of joy.

As soon as he was about to get home, Zhang Yang's footsteps were quickened.

"Uncle Tiger!"

Zhang Yang pushed the gate of the courtyard, and his heart suddenly chilled. The originally dilapidated fisherman’s small courtyard was now covered with white silk, and under the dim tung oil lamp, several elders from Han’s village were gathering together to discuss something.

"The little injury is back!"

Hearing the sound of the courtyard door, someone looked up, saw Zhang Yang, and immediately shouted out in exclamation.

"Boom!"

The tiger meat hung on Zhang Yang's back, the medicine basket fell to the ground, and a look of fear appeared on his originally strong face.

"Who is in the coffin? Where is Uncle Tiger?"

"Small injury, calm down."

The speaker was Han Er, the oldest person in the village. As soon as he knocked on the walking stick, several young men rushed up, trying to hold on to the public. But Zhang Yang's arms shook, and the few people felt tight in their chests and flew out.

Zhang Yang stepped forward and saw Han Husheng lying in the coffin at a glance!

Han Husheng was wearing a shroud with bruises on his face. Zhang Yang was sullen and silent, and touched Han Husheng's body with both hands, with infinite murder in his face.

"Who did it?"

What kind of person is Zhang Yang, Yijin realm, and a new birth, just a touch, he found that Han Husheng had numerous bruises on his body, and even his ribs had been beaten to pieces.

"Small injury!" a middle-aged man said griefly, "Yesterday your uncle Tiger went to Youzhou to sell Monroe fish. He wanted to sell it at a high price. I don't want the big housekeeper of the Mo family to want to buy it at a low price. You Uncle Tiger If he didn't agree, he ordered the rogue to beat your Uncle Tiger alive!"

The faces of the villagers in Hanjia Village in the courtyard were also full of grief and indignation, as well as deep fear.

"Mo family!" The murderous intent on Zhang Yang's face was even more obvious, but instead he calmed down, stretched out his hand to pull the white silk next to him, wrapped it around his waist, put on filial obedience, turned over and jumped into his yard, and took a cloth bag over.

"Second grandfather, you have to worry about the funeral of Uncle Tiger's life. These silver should be enough." Zhang Yang knelt on the ground, knocked three times to the people in the courtyard, put the cloth bag in the second hand of Han, and then shook his head. He left the courtyard without returning.

"Stop him!"

Everyone in the courtyard understood what Zhang Yang was going to do. Although he reacted and chased out the courtyard gate, there was still Zhang Yang outside the courtyard gate!

"This is going to cause a great disaster!" Han Er was so anxious that he threw his sticks aside.

"Second Uncle, Zhang Yang is afraid that the kid is going to avenge Husheng!" The middle-aged men surrounding Han Er muttered, but when they thought of the culprit who killed Han Husheng, they were extremely scared.

Mo family, that's the Mo family in Youzhou!

"Butler, what you want, brothers got it for you!" In a compound in Youzhou City, a few pompously dressed up were standing respectfully in front of a goatee old man.

This old goatee sitting on the nanmu chair, reached out to take the snakeskin pocket that the leader Po Pi handed over, with a satisfied look on his face.

"The old immortal doesn't know how to promote, and the big housekeeper doesn't give the face. Isn't this looking for death!" The headed Poppi smiled, "The big housekeeper, what about West Street?"

The big housekeeper put the snakeskin pocket away, a trace of disgust flashed on his face, and the tea on the table at the back end took a sip, and said: "Zhang Yang, it’s not that I don’t help you, the house in charge of West Street is the Fourth Young Master’s house. Nephew of his uncle."

There was a trace of disgust in Zhang Yang's heart. This old guy was really greedy, but he didn't have the guts to turn his face. He grinned, took out a cloth bag from his arms, put it on the case, and then said: "Housekeeper, this is to honor you!"

Goatee's eyes twitched, and he said slowly: "The Fourth Young Master doesn't like that cousin very much either..."

Zhang Yang and the others thanked them for their gratitude. They came to the restaurant where they often stayed. As soon as a few people sat down, they cursed with dissatisfaction: "That old thing, how many things can fill his mouth!"

Zhang Yang was about to say something. He only heard the noise. He looked up and saw a young man in a filial dress coming into the restaurant.

"Evil dog, it makes me easy to find!" The boy who came in carried a person in his hand, and Zhang Yang looked at him, isn't that his own brother!

"Dog guts!" When Public Popi saw it, he was furious, and one by one he picked up the bench under him and bullied him up.

"Huh!" The filial piety boy moved his hand, and the neck of Po Pi, which he was holding in his hand, was twisted off, his head and body were separated, and blood was splashed everywhere!

"It's murdered!" Originally, some of the patrons in the restaurant saw someone looking for trouble with splashing skin, and wanted to see the excitement. At this time, blood was splashing, and they were all scared to run out.

The young man in white clothes was Zhang Yang. He rushed to Youzhou overnight and asked people for a long time. Finally, he found these poppi strongholds. But Zhang Yang and others went to Mofu, only a few were left, and Zhang Yang was looking for it along the way. , I found Zhang Yang's splashy head here.

"Report to the official!" Zhang Yang is able to become the head of the peeper. After all, he has some ability and has practiced for a few days. At this time, when Zhang Yangsheng squeezed a person's neck, he immediately knew that he had met a master. He was terrified and thought. Looking for the government to save your life!

Zhang Yang's Poppi usually dominates the market by a swarm of fierce strength, where there is publicity insight, before Zhang Yang can speak, they smashed the bench at Zhang Yang.

"It's really a good person who doesn't live long, and is a thousand years of harm!"

The people hiding far away from the restaurant only heard a scream, and they saw the poppies flying out one by one, with one chest sunken and his eyes distracted. Seeing that there was only one breath left, and they could no longer live. The others are even more miserable, their heads are blooming, and their bodies are still twitching!

Although Zhang Yang had expected it, but at this moment, he was shocked. He desperately ran to the second floor of the restaurant, thinking of jumping to the second floor and fleeing. ..