Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

The guards of Xiaofeng Manor drew their swords with the intention of intimidating the other party, but who knew that Sect Leader Huo's men would actually attack them right away.

The two leaders, one of them was tall and thin with a scar on his face. Red flames suddenly appeared on his palms, and he raised his palms to imprint on several guards.

Sect Leader Huo’s key martial art, the Fire Poison Palm!

Bang bang bang!

The guards were no match for the warrior who climbed the stairs. They were beaten to pieces and their bones and tendons were broken. They were thrown out by the two disciples of the Fire Sect like dead dogs.

Click!

A guard was hit on the wine jar, which broke with a loud noise. The amber wine flowed all over the street, mixed with the dirty mud on the ground to form a yellow soup, and spread to the bottom of Shen Wanwu's boots.

He glanced around and saw that more than a dozen guards had fallen down with injuries.

Several people fell unconscious in a pool of blood, some had their legs bent abnormally, and others were stepped on by the two disciples of the Fire Sect.

But no one uttered a cry.

"How dare you show your knife on our Fire Sect Leader's territory? You really don't know how to write the word death! Smash it!"

Following the two men, several disciples of the Fire Sect rushed forward and smashed the stall, kicking the few remaining vegetables on the shelves into pieces.

"Why are you hitting people? Why are you destroying our stall? We have all paid for the stall!"

"Stall fee? That's just the cost of setting up a stall here. The cost of doing business, that is, the interest, has not been paid yet." The disciple of Sect Leader Huo sneered.

Shen Wanwu gritted his teeth and said, "Interest? No!"

"No? Search for me! Normally we only charge 50% interest on your turnover, but today we'll take all the turnover!"

"Fifty percent? Why don't you just go and rob it?"

He doesn't even make a 50% profit from his business, but these people actually ask for 50%!

Shen Wanwu became anxious and rushed forward to push those people, but the leader grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

"You clueless bastard! Today I'm going to teach you how to do business!"

The man seemed to know that Shen Wanwu was the one in charge here, so he didn't use any fists or feet. Instead, his tone sounded like he was scolding a beggar on the street.

The man threw Shen Wanwu aside like trash, picked up a squashed cucumber on the ground, picked up a random passerby, and shouted:

"Fresh cucumbers, I'll sell them to you for 10 taels of silver each. Do you want to buy them?"

The man was so scared that he almost peed his pants. He quickly took out 10 taels of silver to pay, took the cucumber and ran away.

"See? This is how you do business!" The man looked at Shen Wanwu, who was shocked, and the smile on his face became even more arrogant.

"When you do business, you have to be honest. You sell brown rice as polished rice, and rotten vegetables as green vegetables. The profit is more than 50%. We only take 50%, and you can make the rest. Isn't that a win-win situation for everyone?"

Hearing this, Shen Wanwu, who was always calm and experienced, turned completely black.

The shrewd businessman's cheeks puffed up and his back teeth were clattering, obviously he was very angry.

If all businesses are run like this, they will be destroying their reputation. Not to mention making a 50% profit, they will not be able to continue doing business in the future.

But the people of Sect Leader Huo obviously didn't care about these things. They only cared about money. As for whether the vendors starved to death, died of poverty, or were beaten to death by the people, it had nothing to do with them.

"Master Tong, the cash box is here! This box of cash must contain at least 100,000 taels!"

Sect Leader Huo's disciples rummaged through boxes and cabinets and finally found the hidden money box, with greedy expressions on their faces.

"That belongs to our Xiaofeng Manor! No one can touch it!"

"These damned bastards have come after your grandfather. I wonder who dares to touch a single penny!"

Two figures jumped out from the crowd. They were Zhang Yi and Yuan Lang who had rushed over after hearing the noise.

Zhang Yi had just ascended the stairs, so he was also brought out by Chen Changfan.

He drew his bow and arrows continuously, shooting through the bodies of two people, while Yuan Lang used a spear to knock three people away.

In just a moment, the two men regained possession of the cash box and looked at the scene coldly.

When they saw the rotten vegetable leaves and broken wine jars all over the ground, the Xiaofengzhuang guards with broken hands and feet, and Shen Wanwu with a look of shame and anger on his face, their faces turned completely gloomy.

"I never thought that the so-called martial arts sect would behave worse than bandits!"

"You dirty-hearted bastard, I'm going to fight you!"

Zhang Yi drew his bow continuously and shot arrows at the two men. The tall warrior was fighting with Yuan Lang, so he set his sights on the warrior with the scar.

"Shuzi suffers death!"

Yuan Lang shook his spear and stabbed it straight at the throat of the tall warrior, but the tall warrior ignored the attack and came close to him.

"A warrior who just climbed the stairs dares to challenge me. Let's see how you can challenge me."

The tall warrior knocked the spear aside with a palm, then rushed forward. The flame in his palm suddenly became blazing and hit Yuan Lang's chest with incredible speed.

At the same time, Yuan Lang quickly pulled out the dagger from his sleeve and slashed it fiercely at the opponent's chest.

Shit!

The fiery red collar was cut by the dagger, but the tall warrior's skin and flesh were tougher than that of a rhinoceros.

Obviously, although the knife hit the target, it did not cause any actual damage.

It was obvious that this tall warrior had already surpassed the Skin Refining Stage and the Flesh Raw Stage and was not afraid of ordinary weapons.

But Yuan Lang's situation was not so good.

He felt as if he was hit by a huge rock, his chest visibly collapsed, and blood spurted out like water, almost making him faint from the pain.

Yuan Lang was only at the first level of strength, and his physical strength was not strong enough. After this palm strike, he lost his combat effectiveness on the spot.

This was because he had climbed the stairs. If an ordinary person had been hit like this, he would have been dead by now.

"This is the difference between the first and third levels. You seem to have good muscles and bones. Let me pull it out and take a look."

As he spoke, the tall warrior stepped on Yuan Lang's back with one foot and touched the back of Yuan Lang's neck with one hand.

"Let me show you my Fire Sect Leader's third-level martial arts skill, Dragon Tendon Pulling!"

shhhhhh!

They were all slapped away by the two men's palms. He reached out to touch the quiver, but found nothing.

He had come out in such a hurry that he forgot to reload his arrows.

At this moment of daze, the warrior with the scar took advantage of the situation to close the distance and slapped Zhang Yi's forehead with his Fire Poison Palm.

Zhang Yi raised his bow and smashed it, but the longbow was like paper in front of the Fire Poison Palm and shattered directly.

The bowstring popped out and hit Zhang Yi's arm, causing his flesh to flip up and bleed profusely.

But he no longer cared about that.

The scarred warrior thrust out his hand like lightning, quickly twisting Zhang Yi's right arm into a twisted angle. Zhang Yi raised his elbow to strike, but the scarred warrior struck his shoulder joint, instantly removing the hook from his body.

"Let's compete to see who can pull out the dragon tendon the fastest and most completely."

Scarface and Gao Wufu were chatting and laughing with relaxed expressions, as if they didn't care about human life.

The so-called pulling out the dragon's tendons means pulling out the opponent's tendons alive.

If a person loses his tendons, he will die. Even if a warrior has strong vitality, he will become paralyzed, which is more painful than killing him.

Blood kept flowing out of Yuan Lang's mouth. He felt two fingers reaching towards the back of his neck. The pain came over him, but he couldn't even turn over.

"I'm really not reconciled..."

Zhang Yi also fell in a pool of blood. He felt as if someone had hit his tendons, and a piercing pain followed.

"Boss, it seems I can no longer serve you..."

The two tough guys had tears in their eyes at this moment.

Seeing that the two men were about to be bludgeoned to death, everyone heard a loud thud, and their hearts trembled instantly. The movements of the two men led by Sect Leader Huo also stopped.

Bewitching heart!

The effect of this indiscriminate attack was greatly reduced, but it still briefly stunned the two of them for a moment.

Just this moment, that's enough.

On the street, all the noise seemed to be cut off by a sharp blade. Amidst the dazed and dull gazes of the crowd, a tall figure rushed over from a distance.

Before the strong wind arrived, Chen Changfan had already made a series of lightning-fast moves. He tore off the scarred warrior's arm with one hand, and then directly strangled the tall warrior's wrist tendon.

The two of them just came to their senses at this time.

The scarred warrior covered his broken arm, which was gushing blood, and let out a heart-wrenching howl.

The tall warrior felt a chill on his wrist.

Chen Changfan suddenly grabbed the attacking wrist with his right palm, and when his five fingers exerted force, a crisp sound like a bowstring breaking was heard.

The tall warrior was shocked to find that his right palm, which was known to be able to melt gold and break jade, had now lost consciousness.

"Is this... Eagle Claw Technique?"

He stared at Chen Changfan's muscular forearm, where veins were throbbing and blood was surging. "It's even more domineering than pulling out the dragon tendon..."

The two men were quite tough and immediately attacked Chen Changfan together.

Bang bang bang!

The two men were also third-level warriors, with equally strong bodies. Moreover, their moves were strange, which made Chen Changfan alert.

Every time the opponent's attack got closer to him, he could feel the tendons in his body suddenly tense up, which made him unable to grasp the opponent's strength for a while, and he could only attack tentatively.

Pulling out the dragon tendons is a third-level martial art, which is also known as the tendon-refining realm. The martial arts at this stage directly target the enemy's tendons. Once the enemy uses a strange gesture to hit the tendons, there is no possibility of breaking free.

The battle progressed quickly, and soon, two prompts came from the system:

[Dragon Tendon Pulling Proficiency +2+2+2...]

[Fire Poison Palm Proficiency +2+2+2...]

Similar to before, when Chen Changfan was able to control the situation with ease, the opponent was slowly feeding him moves.

As he was fighting, an inspiration suddenly came to his mind, and he immediately swung out with his sword.

call!

A dark green flame covered the hand knife and slashed towards the two people of the Fire Sect.

Flames also rose from the palms of the two men simultaneously, and the temperature suddenly rose.

Shit!

The heads of Sect Leader Huo and the other man flew high into the air, and Chen Changfan had only made a slashing move with his hand.

"What kind of palm technique is this?"

"It feels so painful, my whole body feels like it's on fire..."

Ignoring the last words of the two heads before they died, Chen Changfan looked at the palm burning with a faint green flame with great interest.

"Using palms instead of swords seems to have a good effect."

Just now, he suddenly thought that whether the Soul-Breaking Sword Technique could be integrated into the hand sword, after all, the hand sword is also a sword.

Unexpectedly, the effect was so good.

After all, the Soul-Severing Sword Technique not only cuts the body, but also the soul.

With that blow, it would be hard for the opponent to survive.

"Boss! Thanks to you for coming, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see me."

Yuan Lang cried out excitedly. Even now he still felt a sense of unreality as if he had survived a disaster.

"Boss, it's us who are useless. We failed to keep this batch of goods..."

Zhang Yi endured the severe pain, but a trace of guilt flashed across his face.

Chen Changfan motioned them both to be silent, then he took out two black pills from his arms and motioned them to swallow them.

"This is a black jade pill, specially used for healing."

Chen Changfan had witnessed the healing effect of the Moyu Pills, and later secretly exchanged a few of them with Xiong Qing. They really came in handy today.

The two swallowed the black jade pills with gratitude, and their faces indeed became much rosier.

After seeing that the two were safe and sound, Chen Changfan finally stood up and looked at the mess on the ground.

There were rotten vegetable leaves and broken pieces of wine jars all over the floor, and he couldn't tell how much he had drunk.

"Boss, that Huo Sect leader is going too far. Seeing that our business is doing well, they actually came to our door to ask for so-called interest. They asked us to hand over 50%, but our profits are not that big..."

Seeing Chen Changfan coming, Shen Wanwu felt relieved. He quickly recounted today's situation, and Chen Changfan immediately understood.

This Sect Leader Huo is really too wicked. He could have just robbed it.

"This Sect Leader Huo is nothing but a bandit...even worse than a bandit!"

Shen Wanwu was filled with grief and anger.

Chen Changfan just took a quick glance and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

The market town was originally a free trade market, and this area happened to be under the jurisdiction of Sect Leader Huo. It could be said that he was holding a cash cow, but he was shaking it to death every day.

A 50% interest rate is really unsustainable.

Today was the first day of his business and Sect Leader Huo smashed his stall. He needed compensation from the other party.

"Run!"

"This Chen guy seems to be a tough guy..."

The other disciples of Sect Leader Huo were about to run away, but were stopped by a look from Chen Changfan.

Those people squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling with fear.

They were so arrogant just now, but now they are trembling with fear.

"Strip all of these bastards of Sect Leader Huo naked and throw them out, leaving all their belongings and carriages behind."

At Chen Changfan's command, the faces of the people in Sect Leader Huo suddenly changed.

Sect Leader Huo was a tyrant in the market town. Whenever he went out, he would squeeze the blood out of the merchants. His carriage was full of boxes of copper coins and gold and silver.

Soon, more than a dozen big men were standing naked, shivering in the cold wind.

They watched helplessly as the men from Xiaofeng Manor seized all of Master Huo's horses and carriages, and immediately revealed expressions of pain.

But no one dared to speak, and the two hideous human heads on the ground were the best example.

No one knew what method Manor Master Chen used, but with just a simple knife strike, he caused the two men to suffer excruciating pain, which left a shadow on everyone.

"Boss, there are a lot of good things here, come and take a look."

Shen Wanwu was in a carriage, waving at Chen Changfan excitedly.