He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He looked at the body of the saber-toothed black tiger again, and his breathing became heavy.

The complete corpse of a level 3 ferocious beast was worth a lot even to him.

How could a mere Li Ying be able to deal with it calmly even if he broke through Ming Jin?

Could it be...that the other party killed this ferocious beast?

But Ji Zhengliang quickly patted himself on the head, knowing that he had thought too much.

How could a mere Mingjin warrior kill a level three ferocious beast alone?

…

A few days later.

Fang Xing stretched his muscles and bones and pressed his palms on the wall in front of him.

Wow!

Bricks, stones and cement flew around, revealing a clear palm print.

"Exposing An Jin to the outside world...that's the beginning."

Fang Xing nodded and shook his head: "The next step is to spread the dark energy all over the body, and the energy is transformed... it is transformed energy! Nowadays, he is considered a first-class expert."

The place where he is is his room.

In the past few days, as the search and rescue work was completed and it was confirmed that no vicious beasts remained, the relocation work has begun.

Outside the gate, a middle-aged couple and a girl chewing gum were looking at the messy living room.

"I'm going to die...this beast has made a mess in the house..."

Wang Wending glanced at the devastation and sighed.

Now that it is the New Year, all the major insurance companies are almost bankrupt, so naturally there is no place to pay claims.

"That bastard, is the broom star dead?"

Aunt Zhao Chunhua snorted coldly.

"There are Level 3 ferocious beasts roaming around here, and I just locked the door. He must be dead..."

Wang Xiner, who was chewing gum, seemed to be talking about something unrelated: "I just have a room available to use as my dressing room..."

At this moment, Fang Xing walked out of the room and looked at the scene calmly.

"You...you..."

Wang Wending seemed to have seen a ghost, his fingers were trembling.

"Are you disappointed to see that I'm not dead?"

Fang Xing burst into laughter, but this was only Li Ying's relative, not his, so he felt very calm.

"I just said what's wrong with you? You are such a broom star, the only star of evil!"

Zhao Chunhua looked disgusted, and even felt like she was about to make a fuss.

This is the case where the bad guy files the complaint first, which is also the opponent's specialty.

When he saw that he was at a loss, he started to mess around a lot, and then both sides fought 80 points each...

Fang Xing has always been too lazy to respond to such provocations, lest he be dragged down to the level of a retard and then be disgusted by the opponent's rich experience.

"Give Way."

With a calm expression, he walked towards the door.

Bang bang bang!

The three figures flew out directly, and seemed to be bounced away by a strange force as soon as they came into contact with his body.

"This...this is...the power of martial arts?"

Wang Wending bared his teeth, and it took him a long time to get up from the ground, looking at the direction Fang Xing left: "He...has become a warrior?"

At this time, he felt a little regretful in his heart.

"Bah... I'm beating someone, killing someone... Look, that guy really has the temper of a vulture... He dares to hit my aunt, I want to call the police and arrest him!"

Zhao Chunhua had a ferocious look on her face, even more frightened.

This Li Ying is not dead. If the matter is revealed, there will still be his parents' pension and inheritance...

"well……"

Wang Wending looked at his wife and once again felt that she had lowered his IQ: "Hurry up and find someone... This matter won't end like this. Isn't your brother in the Public Security Bureau? Find him immediately!"

His voice was stern, something Wang Xiner had never seen before, and she couldn't help but be shocked.

…

Warrior Center.

Fang Xing raised his head, looked at the large gilded characters, and walked in directly.

"Hello sir, what business do you need to handle?"

A girl in business attire greeted her.

"Apply for a warrior certificate."

Fang Xing spoke.

"What? He's actually a warrior?"

"He looks so young, has he already mastered Ming Jin?"

For a time, many eyes fell on Fang Xing.

"Of course, please take a blood measurement first."

The waitress brought Fang Xing to a device that looked like a blood pressure check and asked Fang Xing to stretch out his arm.

Didi!

The instrument flashed for a while and began to print a report.

"According to Daxia's latest standards, the qi and blood of a quasi-warrior must be below 5 cards, and the qi and blood of a Mingjin warrior must reach at least 5 cards!"

The waitress took the report and suddenly exclaimed: "Qi and blood...20 cards? You...sir, are you an Dark Force warrior?"

In the ancient martial arts era, An Jin was a master.

Even in the New Calendar of Great Xia, an Anjin warrior could open a martial arts studio, earn a fortune every day, or become a teacher in a martial arts school.

It can be said that he is a real upper-class figure.

"Sir...you haven't registered before?"

The waitress looked at the other information and couldn't help but be surprised.

"In my situation, can I apply for a warrior certificate?"

Fang Xing is just a Taoist.

"sure."

The waitress immediately went down and soon came forward with a small book stamped with a steel seal: "Mr. Li Ying, this is your warrior certificate. With this certificate, you can enjoy accommodation and catering services at the warrior center... and you can also go to

Accept missions in the Warrior Hall, and the points earned can be exchanged for treasures and various martial arts..."

"A warrior protects his family and country and contributes to Daxia, so he should enjoy privileges."

Fang Xing took the warrior certificate, looked at Li Ying's photo on it, and suddenly smiled: "What should be done if someone embezzles the warrior's parents' inheritance and assassinates the warrior himself?"

"That one will definitely be punished," the waitress said.

There was some doubt in her heart that any blind person would offend an dark warrior.

Could it be...that there is internal strife among some big forces or aristocratic families?

"Well, I'll report it to my uncle Wang Wending. Please help me report it to the Public Security Bureau."

Fang Xing handed over his warrior certificate again.

Of course, the nature of an ordinary person's report is completely different from that of a warrior's report.

He did this on purpose because he was too lazy to deal with Wang Wending's family with his own hands because he thought his hands were dirty.

…

Ten minutes later.

Warrior Hall.

Dining area.

Fang Xing was drinking coffee at his seat when he saw a middle-aged man walking over: "Li Ying, let's talk..."

"I recognize you, you are that woman's brother. Zhao Chuntai!"

Fang Xing looked at the middle-aged man and sighed.
To be continued...