From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

The cook from the Liu family, who had been guarding the door, initially thought he had successfully launched a sneak attack when he saw that Fang Qing hadn't turned around. The next moment, he felt a chill in his chest.

When he looked down, a piece of table leg had already pierced straight into his chest.

With a clang, the cook felt all his strength drain away, and the steel knife he was holding fell to the ground.

He stumbled back several steps, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

Even as he closed his eyes for the last time, he still couldn't understand how Fang Qing, who hadn't turned around to look at him, had managed to stab the table leg so precisely into his heart.

From the very beginning, Fang Qing used a paper dagger to stab through the neck of one of the stoves in the Liu family's kitchen, pinning Dai Yu to the table.

At the same time, he used a silver-tipped weapon to force back three saltworks managers under Fang Jingyuan's command, then punched Li's niece, crippling her, and then used a table leg to kill an attacker from behind.

In the end, it only takes a few breaths.

This shows how fast Fang Qing is.

What terrified everyone even more was that Fang Qing seemed to have already planned out the order in which to deal with each of them and the steps of each attack.

"Is this guy even human?!"

Everyone in the private room, who had been so confident of victory, now looked at Fang Qing in horror.

Only then did Dai Yu have time to break off the brush handle that was pinning his hand to the ground.

His hands were finally freed.

At this moment, Dai Yu looked at Fang Qing with a look of terror in his eyes and took several steps back until he met up with the three cooks under Fang Jingyuan's command. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Li Zaotou's niece was touching her broken right hand, her face also showing fear.

Now, in the private room, she herself is injured with a broken bone.

Of the two cooks they brought to help, one had a table leg stuck in his chest and was clearly not going to make it.

The other one had a paper dagger around his neck with two holes in it.

Blood is gushing out, and it's obvious he won't survive.

As for Li Zaotou's niece, her right hand was completely fractured, which reduced her fighting ability by more than half.

Dai Yu's hand was also injured.

The three cooks under Fang Jingyuan's command were clearly showing signs of fear, and their fighting strength had also greatly decreased.

Li Zaotou's niece couldn't understand why, in just a few breaths, they had the upper hand in both combat strength and numbers in the private room.

However, this limelight was completely overshadowed by a lowly salt beggar.

The next moment, a fierce look appeared on her face.

"Li Minghan, I'll increase your pay by 20%."

"Kill this boy!"

After a while, a voice came from outside the private room.

"Can……"

Before anyone is seen, their voice arrives!

Dai Yu was also getting anxious at this point.

You know, he brought Fang Qing here.

Now he has sided with Fang Jingyuan, the eldest son of the Fang family.

Originally, he only intended to offer Fang Qing up as a pledge of loyalty.

If Fang Qing manages to escape this time, he will be met with a fatal blow from Fang Lingsu.

Most importantly, if he doesn't get the refined salt recipe, Fang Jingyuan will abandon him.

Isn't this just being stubborn and blocking both ends?

Despite the excruciating pain from the bloody hole in his hand, Dai Yu flashed away and retreated to the only window in the private room.

"Old Li, please spare his life. I haven't yet pried what I need out of him."

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and then the emotionless voice finally rang out.

"Leave him alive, and add another ten percent of silver."

Dai Yu gritted his teeth:

"Can!!"

As Dai Yu uttered his last word, the next moment...

Fang Qing felt a cracking sound coming from the sturdy door of the private room.

The solid wood door turned into countless wood chips.

These fragments then transformed into countless sharp hidden weapons, flying towards Fang Qing's head and face.

Then, the emotionless voice from outside the door slowly rose again.

"Then I'll break his bones inch by inch."

"Just keep his skull intact, so he's still alive and you can get whatever you want out of him."

"Similarly, he will die shortly after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

"Your requests have all been met, so I'm entitled to a 30% raise."

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure appeared at the door of the private room.

The Liu family stove that Fang Qing had just impaled on the chest with a table leg.

It was riddled with thorns from the flying debris of the wooden door.

With a thud, he breathed his last and collapsed.

The remaining wood shavings seemed to have eyes, all heading straight for Fang Qing.

Fang Qing roared and jumped behind the table, forcefully lifting it up and placing it in front of him as a shield.

A series of crackling sounds came from the table.

Sharp pieces of wood kept piercing the tabletop like hidden weapons.

Fortunately, the solid wood tabletop is made of ironwood, which is very sturdy.

The wood chips stopped abruptly on the other side of the wooden tabletop halfway through.

At this moment, a sense of alarm suddenly arose in Fang Qing's mind.

Sure enough, it was my first time sparring with a master at the seventh level of Body Refinement, who was halfway to the True Essence Realm.

He was already completely at a disadvantage.

He was certain that if he hadn't immediately used the table to shield himself, he would have been covered in thorns.

Fang Qing knew that this place was not safe to stay in for long and that he had to escape as soon as possible.

With a roar, he lifted the table in front of him with a punch and threw it towards Li Minghan.

At the same time, using the recoil from throwing the table, he pushed off the ground with both feet and darted directly towards the only window of the private room.

When Dai Yu saw Fang Qing rushing towards him, he immediately concentrated all his cultivation power in his arms.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, forcing Fang Qing back.

No matter what he said, he wouldn't let Fang Qing get close to the window behind him.

At this moment, Fang Qing's back arched, and he collided violently with Dai Yu's crossed hands.

A loud bang was heard.

Dai Yu originally thought that he had the advantage of timing and location, and that by gathering his power in his arms in advance, he could at least force Fang Qing to retreat.

But when his back collided with Fang Qing's, his expression changed drastically.

He felt that he wasn't actually defending the back of a human body.

On the contrary, it was a savage bull demon with bloodlust.

Dai Yu immediately heard a sound of bones cracking from his crossed arms.

The arched back of Fang Qing slammed through his crossed arms and struck his chest.

This collision was almost Fang Qing's full strength.

Instantly, Dai Yu's chest caved in at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a soft "poof".

Dai Yu opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He came face to face with Fang Qing from behind!

Dai Yu was seriously injured...

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