Creation Fishing System

Say, Zhang Qin let out a cold laugh and rushed into the hall in the depths of the courtyard.    

    

To be honest, he brought the two brothers here this time because of money, but when he thought of Mrs. Yang's soft and gentle appearance in his mind, he could not help but have evil thoughts rise in his heart.    

    

In the past when he was still in Wind Conforming Escort, he naturally wouldn't dare to have any evil thoughts. Mrs. Yang rarely showed her face in front of the martial artists in the Escort Office, but now. . .    

    

The Wind Conforming Escort had long since dispersed, leaving only a pair of orphans and widows. No one would stop him from doing anything he wanted. Wouldn't that be doing whatever he wanted? Wouldn't it be best to get one person to earn two taels of money?    

    

With this thought in mind, Zhang Qin had already arrived at the hall. When his two brothers heard that they had money, they were naturally very proactive. When they got close to the hall, they followed closely behind their own backyard. They looked left and right, looking for Mrs. Yang's figure.    

    

. . . "All of you stop right there!"    

    

Yang Jian's expression was cold. He looked at Yang Xiaochan who was still sleeping under the tree. His heart paused for a moment, then he took a step forward and chased after her. He blocked the hall in front of Zhang Qin and the other two.    

    

"Oh? little master is unhappy?"    

    

Zhang Qin looked at Yang Jian, who was only slightly taller than his waist. His eyes were full of ridicule.    

    

Next to him, Wang Wu was in a hurry to get the money. Naturally, he was not willing to get entangled with this little guy. Therefore, he strode forward and grabbed Yang Jian's shoulder, wanting to throw him out.    

    

Just as this big hand reached forward, Yang Jian reacted quickly. His originally short body squatted forward. His shoulder brushed past Wang Wu's big hand, allowing him to grab empty air.    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

Wang Wu's expression changed. He didn't expect this little guy to be so nimble. He didn't succeed in his grab, and just as he was about to grab again with both hands, he discovered that Yang Jian, who had arrived in front of him, had already tempered his strength. Both of his fists rushed forward and directly hit the bottom of his ribs.    

    

Bang! Bang!    

    

These two muffled sounds rang out. Wang Wu's body immediately curled up like a roasted prawn. He was in pain, and his mouth was filled with hissing sounds as he sucked in a breath of cold air.    

    

The lower half of the ribs was originally the weakest part of the human body. Although Yang Jian didn't have much strength, his grasp was accurate, and he didn't hesitate to attack. This attack still caused quite a bit of damage to Wang Wu.    

    

In fact. . .    

    

Yang Jian was still too pure and upright. With his height, the most suitable area to hit was actually Wang Wu's abdomen.    

    

If these two straight punches landed on Wang Wu's abdomen, then Wang Wu wouldn't be able to stand up at this moment. In the future, even if he wanted to stand up, he would have to put in a lot of effort. . . .    

    

"Hiss! Stinky brat. . . "    

    

Wang Wu's body twitched, and beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He raised his head and stared at Yang Jian with his eyes wide open. He was just about to curse at Yang Jian.    

    

But who would have thought that when he raised his head, Yang Jian would turn around and kick his temple. With a loud bang, Wang Wu's head fell heavily onto the ground, and he fell into a coma.    

    

"Get the hell out of here right now!"    

    

Yang Jian stared at Zhang Qin and Zhao He. With a cold expression, he once again issued a warning.    

    

And he had easily knocked Wang Wu to the ground. This had indeed given Zhang Qin and Zhao He a scare. Even when they were fighting on the streets, they rarely saw someone beat someone so cleanly. It was even harder to imagine that this kind of skill came from an eight or nine year old youth.    

    

Zhang Qin narrowed his eyes. Now, not only did he want money, he also wanted money. With his inflated mind, how could he be scared away so easily?    

    

He gave Zhao He, who was next to him, a look. The latter immediately understood what he meant. He moved to the back of Yang Jian. This was a common way for street gangsters to fight. As long as there were more people, no matter how many there were, they had to find a way to go around the back and attack from both sides.    

    

"Originally, I only wanted to get my brother's pension back, but now, you even injured my brother. If you don't pay a few thousand taels of silver to make the soup, it really won't make sense!"    

    

Zhang Qin sneered, and his words attracted Yang Jian's attention. On the other side, Zhao He had already touched the back of Yang Jian, and the three of them were standing in a straight line.    

    

"Kill him!"    

    

Zhang Qin roared. Together with Zhao He, they threw themselves at Yang Jian at the same time.    

    

Although the two of them were good-for-nothing hooligans, seventeen or eighteen years old, and had yet to reach the Critical Stage, Yang Jian, who was only eight years old, had a much lower cultivation base than the two of them.    

    

Yang Jian's face darkened, and the Soul Lights around his body appeared, turning into a long and thin black dog. This was his Martial Spirit, and it was ranked at the fifth grade. Its name was Howling Moon Dog.    

    

At this moment, after Yang Jian released his Martial Spirit, he split up with the Howling Moon Dog. One at the front and the other at the back, they welcomed Zhang Qin and Zhao He.    

    

Martial artists who were weaker than Critical Stage warriors had very weak Critical Stages and spiritual energies. When fighting, they could not rely too much on the Martial Spirit, because the Martial Spirit at this time did not have the ability to fight alone. They had to use their own thoughts to control the movement of the Martial Spirit.    

    

And this way, if a martial artist wanted to fight, they would have to divide their attention to control the Martial Spirit. It was very easy for them to be unable to continue multitasking. When a martial artist reached the Critical Stage, the Martial Spirit would have the basic ability to fight on its own. Only then would it be able to be widely used in battle.    

    

For hoodlums like Zhang Qin and Zhao He, with the cultivation of Physical Body Stage, they never used the Martial Spirit when fighting. If they were distracted and couldn't control the Martial Spirit well, the Martial Spirit would be destroyed, and they would even suffer from the backlash.    

    

Therefore. . .    

    

When they saw Yang Jian summon his own Martial Spirits, When he went to deal with Zhang He, each of them let out a cold laugh. They thought to themselves, 'Young brat, it's just that he doesn't have much experience. ' With just a mere Physical Body Stage cultivation base, what kind of Martial Spirit could he use? He was already a Physical Body Stage. In a fight, one must rely on one's physical body. I'll see how your Martial Spirit is destroyed later. Why didn't he cry on the spot?    

    

However, under Yang Jian's multitasking control, that slender black dog Martial Spirit was abnormally agile. When it approached Zhao He, it faced Zhao He's pounce and suddenly jumped up. Its two claws scratched Zhang He's open back, creating two extremely long bloody scars.    

    

"Ah. . . "    

    

Zhao He let out a miserable cry. He felt a burning sensation on his back, and his pounce missed. The Black Hound Martial Spirit behind him suddenly turned around and bit at his butt. He viciously bit down.    

    

With a sound of 'pfft', the bite was firm and firm. A few sharp canine teeth had pierced into his flesh. Zhao He's eyes instantly widened. He jumped up with a whoosh. His eyes were filled with fear. He immediately seized the door and ran out of the courtyard, leaving with a swagger.    

    

"Zhang Qin, wait for me. I'll go and find someone. . . "    

    

Zhao He only left behind the door. With just these words, he had already disappeared without a trace.    

    

"F * ck you. . . "    

    

Zhang Qin couldn't help but widen his eyes and curse. The relationship between street gangsters was usually so simple and real. Once they saw that the situation was not right, they immediately ran away.    

    

However, even if two of his brothers died in the hands of this little guy, Zhang Qin didn't feel the slightest bit of panic in his heart. Because he could see that Yang Jian was already at the end of his rope.    

    

When Yang Jian controlled the black dog to fight with Zhao He, he was multitasking and basically did not have much combat power. He just kept fighting with him in circles.    

    

In fact, Zhang Qin's judgment was correct. With Yang Jian's current Fourth Grade Physical Body Stage cultivation, his Soul Power and spiritual energy could not withstand the consumption. After controlling the black dog's Martial Spirit to drive Zhang He away, a layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. Even the Martial Spirit could not maintain its existence.    

    

"Hu. . . "    

    

Yang Jian took a few deep breaths. The moment the Martial Spirit disappeared, he felt as if all his strength had been drained. He had the desire to lie on the ground and rest, but this was obviously not the time to rest. Therefore, he could only clench his teeth and stand in front of Zhang Qin.    

    

"How is it? Is it tired?"    

    

Zhang Qin sneered. He stared at Yang Jian's neck and chest. After witnessing this little guy's ruthless means, he no longer had any hope in his heart. If he attacked again, he would definitely attack Yang Jian's vital points. He had to cripple this person as soon as he attacked.    

    

"It's still enough to deal with you. "    

    

Yang Jian took a deep breath. He didn't want to delay any longer. He rushed towards Zhang Qin. His short body swayed left and right, and he made a few fake movements, allowing Zhang Qin to differentiate between them. The two of them had already closed in on each other.    

    

Zhang Qin strode forward and swung his leg at Yang Jian. Zhang Qin, who often fought on the street, had some skills that he had practiced hard. This leg sweep was his specialty. Because his attacks were very smooth, the opponent would usually not be able to react when they were on the road.    

    

However, Yang Jian still saw some clues from his opponent's tight waist when his leg was swept. He jumped up and threw a punch at Zhang Qin's neck.    

    

Zhang Qin grabbed with his big hand, and his palm landed on Yang Jian's fist. There was an absolute difference in strength between the two of them. Even though Zhang Qin's arm hadn't straightened yet, the force of the punch was blocked.    

    

Then, Zhang Qin grabbed Yang Jian's arm tightly, wanting to lift him up and throw him heavily onto the ground.    

    

However. . .    

    

Yang Jian seemed to have calculated it. When his opponent lifted him up, he spun his legs forward and kicked Zhang Qin's neck in the air. He actually used Zhang Qin's strength to kick himself.    

    

Bang!    

    

Zhang Qin tilted his head and heard a cracking sound from his neck. He almost broke. His whole body was kicked to the side by Yang Jian and fell to the ground. His head hit the hard ground with a bang. Blood came out from his forehead and he did not move at all.    

    

Yang Jian's body did not have much strength after the kick. He was thrown out by inertia and fell on a chair. His small body smashed the chair into pieces. The broken wood of the chair at the back of his waist was inserted into it. He groaned in pain and his face turned pale.    

    

At his age, he should have cried from the fall, not to mention the broken pieces of wood on his waist. The broken pieces of wood pierced into his body. The pain was unbearable.    

    

However, Yang Jian bit his lips tightly and did not let himself cry. After taking a few deep breaths, he stood up from the pile of broken wood, trembling. Then, he slowly pulled out the broken wood that was stuck in his waist.    

    

“. . . ！！！”    

    

Yang Jian opened his eyes wide in pain. His back was soaked in sweat. His body was stiff for a long time and his breathing stopped. After the pain passed, he closed his eyes and breathed heavily.    

    

He looked into the hall again. Wang Wu had been knocked out a long time ago, and Zhang Qin was also knocked down. The latter's injury seemed to be more serious, and blood kept flowing from his forehead.    

    

"Don't tell me he's dead. . . "    

    

Yang Jian's heart tightened, and he was somewhat worried. It wasn't because he was worried about the life of this rogue. Zhang Qin's death might bring trouble to the orphans and widows.    

    

If he killed someone and was taken away by the government, even if it was out of self-defense, the government would not let him go easily. After all, outsiders knew that after their family sold the Escort Office, they had money in their hands. With the character of those skinner thieves, if they did not take the opportunity to extort money, they would definitely not let it go.    

    

At this moment, two figures quickly appeared in his mind. One was the old butler of the Beichen Estate, Grandpa Xu. The other was. . . He had only met Chu Yun once.    

    

Both of them were kind and capable people. If they knew about this, they might be willing to help him. . .    

    

Thinking about this, Yang Jian calmed down a little.    

    

He walked forward and prepared to check on Zhang Qin's condition. He wanted to confirm whether a servant was dead or not. That would naturally be the best situation.    

    

However. . .    

    

When Yang Jian arrived in front of Zhang Qin, a sudden change occurred.    

    

The unconscious Zhang Qin suddenly opened his eyes and reached into his arms. He threw out a handful of lime powder and threw it into Yang Jian's eyes.    

    

"Ah!"    

    

Yang Jian was caught off guard. Before he could close his eyes, he was pounced on by the lime powder. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain. It was so spicy that he could not open his eyes. It was as if his entire face was burning.    

    

"Little bastard, go to hell!"    

    

Zhang Qin's hair was disheveled and his face was covered in blood. However, his face revealed a ferocious wild laugh. After staggering up from the ground, he grabbed a chair and lifted it up high. He was about to throw it at Yang Jian's head.    

    

There were three treasures in the street fighting. They were scattered with lime, and monkeys stole peaches. They were inserted into Yang Jian's eyes. Although these moves were despicable, they were very effective. Zhang Qin did not fall unconscious after falling to the ground, so he was prepared to launch a sneak attack. He even took advantage of Yang Jian's unprepared state to launch a sneak attack.    

    

Yang Jian's heart was beating crazily. His heart was filled with regret and despair. He knew what it meant to throw out this pile of lime. The last man in his family had fallen. His mother and sister were going to face misfortune. This was something he didn't want to see even if he died.    

    

Suddenly. . .    

    

Swish!    

    

A clear sword light flashed in front of Yang Jian's eyes.    

    

Even though he was mesmerized by the lime powder and could not see the scene in front of him clearly, the flash of the sword light still reflected in his heart.    

    

Then, he heard a crashing sound. In front of Yang Jian, there seemed to be something lying on the ground, accompanied by the sound of wood breaking.