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177, [How high is Mr. Fang's level]

"Mr. Fang has changed his new clothes?" When he was sitting at the table in the inn, he saw Fang Chang coming in and said with a smile.

Girls are always a little more keen in some ways.

She was still wearing a fiery red dress, refined as usual, and had slender weapons on the table next to her hand, which was ready to reach.

The conditions in the city are much better than those in the road. Even if it is just an ordinary inn, the teapots and cups are fired in fine porcelain. They simply depict the mountains and rivers. I think the tea leaves inside will not be too rough.

There are also a few small plates on the table, with some common local snacks placed in them for tea.

"There happens to be a ready-to-wear store in the city. The clothes I wore for a while and had been worn a little, so I found an approximate size to change them." Fang Chang replied with a smile.

Although there is a descaling technique, it can only be used to clean up dirt, and the clothes will still be worn after wearing them for a long time.

The white clothes I wore for years. Although I became more tough because I was soaked by spiritual energy when I was close to myself, a practitioner, I still became thinner and fragile, and almost damaged.

This is Xiangtao Mansion City, with a large population and a very prosperous place.

After the prison car convoy arrived here, they were preparing to repair it for a day before leaving Beijing. After all, they kept rushing to travel, whether it was people or livestock pulling carts, they were already a little tired.

Even some prison cars could not withstand the bumpy roads, so they had to look for cars, replace wheels and axles, and inspect them.

Fang Chang visited the Xiangtao City for a few times, observed the scenery here, and then added some sorghum wine to the gourd around his waist.

He had to replenish somewhere wherever he went. Now his wine gourd had at least two jars of wine.

However, there are many sources of wine, and they are mixed with restaurants from all over the country. Fortunately, he only chose sorghum wine and almost didn't make much flavor.

I also saw a ready-to-wear shop on the road. It is a city with a sufficient population and the city is crowded and there is no place to plant mulberry trees. The small peasants who farm for men and women weave are relatively few, and the pace of life is fast, so there is naturally a way to live in the ready-to-wear shop.

He still chose a white dress. After the descaling surgery, he did not need to wash it and changed it directly. He took off the set of clothes on his body and put it in the package for later use.

"Where is Yuande."

Fang Chang walked to the table, pulled open the bench, sat down and asked casually.

Yu Qingling took another cup from the tray next to him, poured it on Fang Chang and placed it in front of him, and then reached out to signal him to get the refreshment:

"Brother Liu is preparing for the departure. He is a leader, and he is a bit like a master. Because he is in good order, he lets him coordinate all kinds of trivial matters, and he is very tired."

"I don't have brute force like me, but if I were asked to deal with such things, I wouldn't be able to use any martial arts, and I would only be as big as a fight. So I really admire my scholars like Brother Liu."

While talking, a man from Jianghu walked over quickly with his scabbard and stepped forward to the threshold of the inn.

After seeing Yu Qingling, he clasped his fists and said, "Captain Yu, Leader Liu in the convoy behind him invited him. He was so busy that he couldn't pull away, so he asked me to come down and inform him."

"Okay, I'll go here now." Yu Qingling said as she grabbed the Ice Blade and stood up. The other party said: "Sir, Brother Liu has something to do, so I'm not accompanying you."

Then the heroine in red used her light body skills and went out quickly to leave.

Fang Chang looked at it and greeted the man from the martial arts world: "Qingling has left behind a pot of good tea and many snacks, so why not use some together."

"Thank you."

The people in the martial arts world were not polite, and they also bowed their fists, thanked them in a muffled voice, and sat opposite each other to have tea together.

But like other people, he couldn't figure out Mr. Fang's way, so the rough man chose not to talk much, but just kept eating and drinking.

Since killing the Black Wind Rat Demon that day, the convoy also encountered a wave of attackers on his way to the Xiangtao City. However, the enemy's level was still not high, and relying solely on the guards, he easily drove the opponent away, and Fang Chang still did not take action.

More people noticed this fellow traveler who had different temperaments but never took action, and also noticed the closeness of the two leaders to him. However, few people came up to talk to him, and had never seen Fang Chang's martial arts skills, and they didn't know what kind of way he was.

Some people, based on his appearance, speculated that this was the hidden master, and guessed that he killed the rat demon that day.

But more people disagree. Their theory is that since they are experts who are hidden protection, they will not join in the middle, and they will not be so conspicuous. They are wearing white clothes and have a long sword on their backs.

As we all know, there are very few people in the world who use the method of slanted swords, because this is not suitable for quickly removing them when in danger, and they may die.

Therefore, they speculated that Fang Chang should be a rich young man, or the kind who has strict tutoring and full of poetry and books, otherwise he would not have such a superb temperament.

Both sides had their own opinions and were noisy all the way in the team, which was very lively, but they could not argue.

Fang Changer was extraordinary. He kept saying all these debates and heard them all. He didn't even point them out, but he just thought they were interesting and just used them as a pastime.

Similarly, due to his good ears, he heard all the movements in half of the city. Fortunately, he had already achieved success in his practice and would not be crazy by these sounds, but he felt that the city was very lively.

………

In fact, Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande were also very curious about the level of this "Mr. Fang".

Although I am embarrassed to ask in person, they will also discuss it privately.

They arranged the last and most important thing on the side of the convoy, that is, after they set off tomorrow's defense, they went back to the inn together.

Although the city is prosperous, the influx of so many people with accommodation needs has put a lot of pressure on the relevant industries in the city. The entire team is still scattered accommodation. According to similar standards, they find suitable places in the city to rest for a night, and then pay for food and food and food and food to solve their own solutions.

Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling and Fang Chang stayed in the same inn again.

The place is of medium grade and is not the best in the team, but it is also neat and bright, with clean tables and chairs. Fang Chang sat at the table and drank tea quietly, listening to the conversation between Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling outside the street.

"Brother Liu, how high do you think Mr. Fang's level is?"

"Well, this is hard to judge, but no matter how you think about it, a Mr. Fang can beat a thousand people like me."

"Haha, Brother Liu was joking. Of course, it must be someone like us who are in the martial arts world and we will never be able to match each other in our lives. Mr. Fang is indeed unfathomable, but I don't know if he is the legendary true immortal."

"Miss Yu doesn't need to be confused. Sir, he must be a true immortal."

"Why?"

"Have you seen him go to the toilet along the way? Zhou Zhou knew that immortals didn't need to be relieved. Moreover, we didn't take a shower from the Sanchakou until we entered the city. They were dirty and covered in dust. But look at Mr. Fang, his face had never been stained with dust, and his clothes were as white as new as they were, and they did not cause dust."

"Well, Brother Liu, you are right. I have noticed Mr. Fang's clothes before, but I just sighed and envied, and didn't think deeply..."

The footsteps are approaching.

Fang Chang sat at the table. After listening to the conversation between the two, he shook his head with a smile.

He continued to pour the teapot and filled his cup with tea.
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