Fantasy: I can equip everything

After going downstairs, Chen Chuang patted his head.

"Look at my memory!"

He looked at Fang Hao with some annoyance and said, "Seventh Brother, wait a moment, I need to arrange something."

Fang Hao shrugged, indicating that it was up to him.

Chen Chuang turned around, went to the front desk of Chunfeng Tower, took a piece of paper and wrote something down.

He then gave the servant a few instructions and returned.

Let's go!

Fang Hao nodded and led the way out of Chunfeng Tower.

On the way, I couldn't help but ask curiously, "Thirteenth Brother, what was that just now...?"

"Hey!" Chen Chuang sighed and said, "Magistrate Li arranged some things that I just forgot about. I wrote a letter to the county government to explain them."

"Magistrate Li?" Fang Hao's eyes widened, and he clicked his tongue in amazement, "I didn't expect that Thirteenth Brother has only been in the Little Knife Society for a few days, and he is already a guest of honor of a big shot like Magistrate Li."

Chen Chuang laughed and said, "We're lucky. We just happened to find out about the locust plague."

Fang Hao suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he said in a deep voice, "A locust plague?"

Chen Chuang asked curiously, "Seventh Brother, you don't know about this? I remember the county magistrate already passed on the message at noon today."

Fang Hao said awkwardly, "I recently took a new concubine and haven't left the house for a few days..."

He looked around at the houses and households on the street.

The once bustling restaurants and brothels were now eerily quiet.

The lights were on in the residents' homes, and everyone was busy.

He remarked, "I was wondering what was going on today, all this commotion..."

He then shook his head and chuckled, "Wu Xu really found a good time. Once we leave here today, when will we ever have another chance like this?"

"Yes!" Chen Chuang nodded and said, "We're all brothers from the Small Knife Society, so it's better to clear up any misunderstandings as soon as possible."

The two chatted about random things, and soon arrived at their destination.

This is a courtyard on the outskirts of the northern part of the city.

Although the location is remote, it is still quite quiet.

Fang Hao stepped forward and knocked on the door. A moment later, someone came and opened the door.

"Seventh Brother is here! Thirteenth Master! Come, come, please come in!"

Chen Chuang and the other man clasped their hands in greeting and said "Good!"

As they entered the courtyard, Fang Hao asked curiously, "Why did it take Twelfth Brother to open the door himself? Where are the servants?"

Wu Xu said with a wry smile, "It's not like there's a locust plague. I sent them to pack things up. If I hadn't already made an appointment with the Thirteenth Master, I would have gone myself."

He led Chen Chuang and the other man to the small pavilion in the courtyard.

People were already seated and waiting at the stone table.

"Thirteenth Prince!"

Upon seeing Chen Chuang approach, the man stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile.

Chen Chuang took a deep look at the old man in front of him.

I greeted him quietly.

"Old Zhao!"

Zhao Hongtu, an internal strength martial artist from the Small Knife Society.

That's the one who made Chen Chuang feel the majesty of an internal energy martial artist for the first time.

Wu Xu, standing nearby, quickly said, "Thirteenth Master, Elder Zhao is a veteran of our Little Knife Society, highly respected. I invited him here today to be a witness..."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine pot from the table and said solemnly to Chen Chuang, "I was not good enough and lost the territory. It was Thirteenth Master who killed Tian Zhi and took back the territory for my Little Knife Society."

"But I am reckless and foolish, and I even deliberately made things difficult for you."

"I, Wu Xu, have handled this matter incorrectly! Today, I apologize to you, Thirteenth Master!"

After saying that, he picked up the wine pot and poured the entire pot of wine down in a few gulps.

Martial artists have exceptional physiques, so their alcohol tolerance is naturally better than that of ordinary people.

Even with Wu Xu's physical strength at the level of external strength, downing a whole pot of wine like that was still a bit of a challenge.

Wu Xu, who had just put down the wine jug, had turned bright red.

He swallowed hard several times before finally speaking, "Come, everyone, please have a seat!"

"We'll be leaving tomorrow, so this will be our last feast in Qinghe County."

Chen Chuang looked at Wu Xu with a smile for a long time, confirming that this guy wasn't playing the "flexible" card.

He really chickened out.

So, what's the drinking session like today...?

He filled his glass with wine, got up, and walked to Old Zhao's side.

"Come, Mr. Zhao, as an elder, I respect you!"

Seeing that the other person was about to get up, Chen Chuang immediately said, "Hey, hey, hey, please stay seated, I can't accept that..."

As he spoke, he warmly pressed down on the other person's shoulder.

He clenched his right fist, which was holding the wine glass, and punched the other person in the face.

bump!

With a muffled thud, his punch instantly splattered blood all over the old man's face.

Everyone at the table was taken aback.

Before they could react, Chen Chuang threw another punch.

This time, Zhao Lao was sent flying several steps away.

"you..."

Fang Hao suddenly stood up.

But the next moment, Chen Chuang's shoe sole was already in front of him.

He roared and crossed his arms in front of him.

A crimson aura erupted from his body, forming a protective shield.

But the blood-red shield shattered like glass before Chen Chuang's powerful force.

He was kicked and staggered back several steps.

The room fell silent.

Wu Xu, holding his wine glass, stared at the scene with his mouth agape.

I subconsciously rubbed my eyes.

Did I indulge in a lavish meal and get drunk?

What the hell is going on here?

Why did this Thirteenth Master suddenly turn on Old Master Zhao and Seventh Brother without warning?

and many more!

Something is wrong!

What was that, Seventh Brother? Internal energy?

Wasn't he at the mid-stage of external strength cultivation? How could he possibly use internal strength techniques?

For a moment, Wu Xu was in a state of utter confusion.

Chen Chuang retracted his right leg, his face cold and stern, and said in a chilling voice, "You rats from the gutter, I'm already being lenient with you, how dare you come looking for trouble?"

Rats in the sewer?

Wu Xu was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he heard a burst of old laughter.

"Old Zhao" sneered, his body strangely straightening up.

He raised his hands to his bloodied and mangled face and ripped them off.

They actually tore off their face.

Beneath the torn skin was a new face.

"How did you manage that, you bastard?"

As Lin Bainian tore off the human skin covering his body, he exclaimed with curiosity, "Our Blood Nether Sect has many methods, but this Blood Skin Swap technique is unparalleled in the world. Apart from the original owner's relatives and companions, almost no one could detect it. But you, you discovered it the moment you stepped into the pavilion?"

Wu Xu was completely terrified when he saw this scene.

His eyes widened as he pointed at Lin Bainian and exclaimed, "You...you...who are you? Where's Old Zhao?"

Lin Bainian sneered and didn't even glance at him.

The human skin was just torn apart by himself, so where did the person go?

On the other side, Fang Hao slowly walked over, raising his left hand that had been broken by a kick, and said in a deep voice, "Master, it may be my problem. He made some unusual moves before he came out with me, and sent a letter to the county government."

"Oh?" Lin Bainian paused, then asked with even greater curiosity, "That makes it even stranger. No one in Qinghe County knows your identity except me. How did this guy find out?"

How was it discovered?

It's floating above my head.

Chen Chuang glanced at the attribute panel above Lin Bainian's head.

Lin Bainian

[Qi and Blood: 49/300]

[Cultivation Level: Peak Inner Strength]

Power: 131

[Defense: 34]

[Internal interest: 10/10]

[Agility: 29]

【Charm: 5】

If it weren't for this attribute panel, the layer of human skin separating them, and the fact that he hadn't had much contact with that Old Zhao, Chen Chuang really wouldn't have discovered Lin Bainian's identity.

However, he didn't just equip the Blood Enchantment Bead on a whim; he glanced at Lin Bainian.

Rather, he had already noticed something amiss when Fang Hao came to find him at Chunfeng Tower.

Fang Hao, the seventh master of the Sharp Knife Hall of the Little Knife Society, is openly said to have a cultivation level of mid-stage external strength.

However, based on the attributes observed by the Blood Demon Pearl, this guy's strength was actually at the mid-stage of Inner Strength.

Moreover, his Qi and Blood value far exceeds that of martial artists of the same realm.

If it were only the former, Chen Chuang would only think that Fang Hao was hiding his cultivation level and would not connect it to the Blood Nether Sect.

But the strange blood energy value made Chen Chuang realize that something was wrong.

Among the martial artists he encountered, the Blood Dark Sect's techniques were known for their emphasis on qi and blood.

However, this alone does not confirm the guy's identity.

Therefore, Chen Chuang made a special trip along with them.

What exactly does this guy who deliberately conceals his cultivation level want to do by coming up to us at this time?

If Fang Hao finds a master and is planning to kill me to settle old scores...

Or is it that the stinking rats of the Blood Demon Cult are causing me trouble again?

Judging from the current situation, it is clearly the latter.

only...

Chen Chuang tilted his head in confusion and listened to the sounds outside.

A silence.

"What? Are you wondering why the people from the county government haven't arrived yet?"

Fang Hao smiled sinisterly, "They can't come."

He laughed triumphantly and arrogantly.

"Otherwise, why do you think I would allow you to deliver messages to the county government?"