High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Chapter 161 Little Brother, I Was Wrong (Please Subscribe)

【Piercing Arrow Technique】

Chen Fan turned to the first page, and his eyes immediately lit up with joy.

It turns out that this Cloud Piercing Arrow Technique also requires true qi to use. After mastering it, the arrows fired can pierce through clouds and split rocks.

After quickly glancing through it, he looked at the skill bar.

As expected, it requires reaching the Refinement Realm to unlock, and in addition, there are also requirements for basic archery skills, level 10.

His basic archery skills are currently far above level 10, so there's nothing to worry about.

Satisfied with acquiring the two martial arts techniques, Chen Fan looked at the old man and said, "Grandpa, we had a pleasant collaboration this time. If you need my help in any future situations, just let me know."

"Um."

The old man responded, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat. He wondered if the old man had lost all will to live after hearing the news.

In truth, this is entirely his own fault.

If he hadn't been blinded by greed and sold fake martial arts techniques to harm people, he should be living a peaceful and prosperous life with his family in Anshan City right now. He wouldn't be living in this kind of environment now, with his leg broken.

Chen Fan didn't want to dwell on the rights and wrongs of the matter, since it was already a done deal and it was too late to say anything.

There is no doubt that the old man is of paramount importance to him.

In the association, a martial arts technique used by a beginner is worth more than 100,000 contribution points. If it were a technique like this that allows the use of true qi, it would be worth hundreds of thousands.

However, with the old man, it only costs a few dozen yuan to buy it.

He could even use this method to earn contribution points from other martial artists in the association.

"Grandpa, try to think more positively."

Chen Fan said, "Perhaps they are doing well now, so you don't need to worry about them. But with your leg broken, continuing to live here would probably be very inconvenient. Perhaps..."

"It's okay, I'm fine."

The old man waved his hand and said, "Young man, you should go first. I just want to be alone."

"Alright."

Chen Fan sighed softly, walked to the door, and closed it for him.

Not far away, countless eyes were watching this place. Among them, two or three eyes, upon seeing Chen Fan looking over, hurriedly turned their heads away and looked elsewhere.

Chen Fan frowned slightly and walked back the way he came.

Inside the house, the old man sighed, and tears of regret streamed down his face.

If he had known it would turn out this way, he shouldn't have harmed others for a little bit of profit.

Now things are really messed up; his family members are missing, and he's struggling to make ends meet.

I finally met this young man and made some money, but before I could even enjoy it, those heartless bastards robbed it all!

They not only stole his money, but also broke his leg!

Beast!

He's an old man, all alone and helpless, and now he's even lost a leg. How is he supposed to live?

It's better to end it all and just die, so as to avoid suffering.

Thinking of this, the old man looked at the kitchen knife beside him and suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

Just then, with a bang, the door was kicked open violently.

"Who is it!"

The old man was immediately furious.

"Your grandpa is me!"

Three burly men stood at the door, the leader of whom had a fierce-looking face with a face full of scars.

"So it's a prince."

The old man shrank his neck, and a deep resentment flashed in the depths of his eyes.

This is the group of people who barged in last night and demanded that he hand over all the two or three hundred yuan he had earned during the day.

Are you kidding me?

That money was hard-earned by him, how could he possibly hand it over to these shantytown bullies?

So he resorted to his shameless ways, throwing a tantrum and claiming he had no money, which attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

Unfortunately, this tactic only works on honest, simple-minded people; it's completely ineffective against these few individuals.

Seeing that he was being unreasonable, the other party kicked and broke one of his legs, threatening to break his other leg if he didn't cooperate.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, so he had no choice but to hand over the two hundred yuan he hadn't even had a chance to warm up.

To his utter surprise, this group of people came again!

What else do they want to do?

"Old man, I just saw your regular customer come by again. How much money did he give you this time?"

Wang Li asked with a smile.

"Yes, old man, I heard that the sucker is a rich man. He pulled out 300 yuan without even blinking at the stall. This time it should be even more."

"Old man, you should still remember the lesson from last night. Don't be stubborn and refuse to listen to reason. You'll end up paying the price."

The two people following behind also threatened him, one after the other.

To be honest, if someone hadn't seen it at the stall and told them about it, they wouldn't have known that this guy, who used to be a rogue, suddenly had so much money.

If they don't slaughter these fat sheep, wouldn't that benefit others?

The old man was inwardly groaning.

"I really didn't pay this time. If you don't believe me, I swear to God, if..."

"Alright."

The burly man with a large tiger tattooed on his left arm sneered, "Why don't you go out and ask around? Who in this area doesn't know you're a blabbermouth? If we could believe what you say, pigs would fly."

"No, I'm telling the truth this time."

The old man was about to cry.

"Yeah?"

The burly man with tattoos took a few steps forward, his gaze falling on a small box on the table.

"Old man, I don't remember this being here last night. You said you didn't send anything?"

"No, this is it."

The old man hadn't had a chance to explain.

The man opened the box, saw what was inside, spat out a curse, and yelled, "What garbage is this?"

After saying that, he threw the whole box on the ground and stomped on it until it was smashed to pieces.

"you!"

The old man's eyes were bloodshot.

"What? You want to fight me?" The burly man laughed loudly. "Fine, I knew it all along. If I didn't teach you a lesson, you wouldn't cooperate obediently."

"Zhang Kun, go easy on him, don't kill him."

Another burly man laughed.

"What are you afraid of? Even if you kill him, you can just search him and find the money."

"No, he's our cash cow. If you kill him, how will that person bring us money in the future?"

"That's true."

Zhang Kun suddenly realized.

Then he walked step by step toward the old man.

"No, no, please spare me."

The old man was so frightened that tears streamed down his face. "This time I'm really telling the truth. I really don't have any money on me. How about this, next time, when that young man comes, I'll make him pay. Not just a few hundred, but thousands is fine too."

After saying that, he was filled with deep regret.

It's easy to want to die, but it's really hard to actually die!

If he had known those beasts were still haunting him, he shouldn't have let that young man leave so easily. Instead, he should have had him find that martial arts master and kill those people!

He doesn't have many complete manuals, but he has quite a few incomplete ones!

"Really? Then you'd better hand over the money this time and cooperate obediently, so you won't suffer any more pain."

"No, I really didn't?" The old man didn't know what to say.

"He really doesn't have any."

At that moment, a voice rang out from behind them.

The smiles on the three faces froze instantly. Turning around, they saw a masked man standing in the doorway.

It was the same person who had come earlier.

At that moment, a sense of fear rose in the hearts of all three of them.

Didn't this guy already leave?

How did I end up here?

When exactly did he arrive? Why didn't we notice him at all?

"Young man!"

The old man was overjoyed, and tears of excitement streamed down his face.

"Didn't you just ask him for money? How much? I have some here."

Chen Fan calmly looked at the three people in front of him and asked.

"Brother, brother,"

Wang Li, who had previously looked fierce, now had a big smile on his face and said in a fawning tone, "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Yes, we were just joking with him, nothing more."

"Brother, don't be angry. At worst, we can just return the money we took to him."

They really didn't expect that someone would stand up for this old swindler. The key point is that these two people seem to be just a simple customer and stall owner.

That makes absolutely no sense!

"Pay back the money?"

The old man flew into a rage, shouting, "You beat me up last night, broke my leg, and you think returning the money is enough?"

"Hey kid, you break their legs too! Give me a good venting of my anger!"

"brother."

A ruthless glint appeared in Wang Li's eyes as he said, "As the saying goes, one should be lenient when one can. We'll return the money, and that's the end of the matter. If you want to break our legs, you're dreaming."

"That's right. So what if you're powerful? There are three of us here. If you really piss us off, we'll all perish together."

As they spoke, the other two men actually pulled out a dagger.

"You think you're worthy of fighting me to the death?"

Chen Fan sneered, his figure flashing like lightning. A white blade flashed, and the three people behind him simultaneously clutched their throats and fell to the ground.

"Ah! Murder!"

Screams erupted outside.

Many onlookers watched in disbelief as Wang Li and his two companions, who had been lively just moments before, lay in pools of blood. Terrified, they fled in panic. In the blink of an eye, the entire corridor was deserted, with everyone huddled inside, their doors locked and trembling with fear.

"Young man, you, you..."

Even the old man was stunned by Chen Fan's move and immediately began to beg for mercy.

"Young brother, I was wrong. I admit that most of the cultivation techniques I sold you before were fake, but some of them were real. Just like those two ancient books from earlier, they were genuine. Please spare my life, considering that our cooperation was relatively pleasant. I beg you."

(End of this chapter)