In this troubled world, I can optimize everything

"Where's the scabbard?" Chen Heng looked into the box but couldn't find any trace of the scabbard.

"Uncle, this knife has no scabbard." The boy explained quickly.

"This is how the owner brought it when he first brought it."

"Even this box was added later."

"Then how do I get it back?" Chen Heng couldn't carry the sword to Daci'an Temple, right?

He is here to find people, not to kill them.

"This..." The boy was also a little confused.

"Uncle, how about I find a brocade to wrap it up for you first, and then you can put the sword into a sheath and take it out later?"

"That's the only way." Chen Heng nodded and didn't embarrass the young man too much.

After measuring the size of the one-handed knife, the servant wrapped it tightly in brocade.

"Uncle, just come and pick up the scabbard in two days."

"By the way, has your boss ever mentioned the name of this knife?" Chen Heng put the one-handed knife behind his back and stood at the door, looking back at the boy.

"My boss never mentioned the name of this magical sword." The boy shook his head.

"I understand." Chen Heng turned and left the blacksmith shop.

He will go to Daci'an Temple now, and then he can go home and optimize this one-handed knife.

"Sir, go slowly!" The boy waved vigorously at Chen Heng's back to bid farewell to the God of Wealth.

According to the route given by Chen Fugui, Daci'an Temple is on Ci'an Mountain to the west of Qiyang City.

He wasn't that far away from there, about seventeen or eighty miles away.

For Chen Heng now, it only takes about ten minutes to reach the destination.

In the main hall of Cian Temple, Jing Fan was trembling with Chen Qier in his arms.

She was just here to offer incense as a routine, but for some reason she was targeted by the leader of the White Tiger Hall of the Five Spirits Gang.

You know, the Wuling Gang is a giant gang that the government does not dare to easily provoke.

The leader of the White Tiger Hall is even more of a master at converting energy!

There are even thousands of Five Spirit Gang members in Qiyang City.

There are more than 200 people in Baihutang alone.

It was not something that a weak woman like her could contend with.

Not to mention the rumor that the master of the White Tiger Hall likes parent-child rice bowls the most.

Once he catches his eye, neither he nor Qier will end well.

It doesn't matter what happens to me, but Qier is only six years old. Can she still live if she is ruined by that beast?

"Master, where are you..." Jing Fan's tears kept flowing, but he had no strength to resist.

Outside Daci'an Temple, more than 20 members of Baihutang's gang have gathered and seem to want to force their way into Daci'an Temple.

When Chen Heng came to the gate of Daci'an Temple, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Not only did he feel that something was wrong, anyone with eyes could tell that something was wrong.

On the 20th and 30th, men full of gangsterism surrounded Daci'an Temple. An old monk stood at the door and was talking to the leader.

Chen Heng didn't care about all that, he just wanted to take Jing Fan and his sister he had never met back.

"Give way!" Chen Heng pushed aside the crowd, ignored the gangster men, and walked straight towards the old monk.

"Master, I wonder where Mrs. Jing Fanjing is now?" Chen Heng put his hands together and saluted.

"Who are you?" Before the old monk could answer Chen Heng, the leader stepped in front of the two of them and asked.

"The Five Spirits are helping the White Tiger Hall. If you don't want to die, get out!"

"Leave me alone, I don't want to kill anyone today." Chen Heng glanced at the man and continued talking to the old monk.

"This benefactor, Mrs. Jing is currently meditating in the main hall." The old monk was also very discerning and said directly to Chen Heng.

"Baby, you are impatient!" Seeing that he could not hold on to his dignity, the leader drew out his long knife and struck at Chen Heng.

"Noisy!" Chen Heng did not dodge, he grabbed the long knife to pieces with one hand, and punched the leader in the heart.

Just hearing a "Gah" sound, the leader fell to the ground and stopped moving.

"You..." The old monk was too frightened to move when he saw Chen Heng murdering someone after a disagreement.

This person is so evil!

"I'm sorry for bothering you, Master." Chen Heng bowed and ignored the shouts from the crowd behind him before planning to walk into Daci'an Temple.

"You killed me, the man from Baihutang, and you still want to leave?" At this moment, a slender man holding a folding fan walked out from behind the gang.

"Second Master!" When the members of the Baihu Hall gang saw the man, they immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Is that the master of the White Tiger Hall?" People watching the excitement began to whisper.

"That's not true. He is the second master of the White Tiger Hall, and his strength is slightly weaker than the master of the White Tiger Hall."

"That person is finished. He will definitely not end well if he offends Baihutang."

"That's right, it's not worth risking your life for a woman."

"Let's stay away. It won't be good if it affects us soon."

"Yes, yes, it's better to stay away."

The melon-eaters backed away as they spoke.

Chen Heng ignored him and walked towards the temple on his own.

"Seeking death!" The 'Second Master' shouted angrily, turning into a phantom and attacking Chen Heng's vitals.

"Get away!" Chen Heng was also a little impatient. He was anxious to go home and optimize the new sword.

Who would have thought that something like this would happen.

As long as this Jing Fan is not his father's woman, he will never meddle in her own business.

The second master of Baihu Hall sneered, and a row of sharp blades popped out from the folding fan in his hand.

It stabbed Chen Heng's neck at an extremely tricky angle.

"Hahaha! This blade of mine is tempered with poison, and it will kill you if you touch it..."

The moment the blade touched Chen Heng's skin, the leader of the White Tiger Hall thought the battle was over.

In his impression, except for the gang leader and several hall leaders, no one can withstand his poison!

But a jaw-dropping scene happened.

The blade stayed on Chen Heng's oily skin, unable to move even an inch, and even a few sparks burst out.

"I told you I was anxious." Chen Heng casually grabbed the folding fan and crushed it.

The second master of Baihutang backed away continuously, his eyes full of confusion.

It doesn't feel right, it's not the feel of human flesh.

Feels like...steel?

"Who are you?" The second master of Baihu Hall did not dare to act rashly. This person in front of him is not simple!

"Forget it, killing him is considered clean." Chen Heng took off the new knife on his back and held it with one hand.

"I originally wanted to use the blood of demons to consecrate my new sword, but now that you have delivered it to me..."

"Then don't blame me!"

The next moment, Chen Heng was like an evil tiger coming out of its cage and pounced on the second master of Baihu Hall who looked puzzled.

"Damn it!" The second master of Baihutang, who had lost his weapon, knew that he was no match for Chen Heng and quickly retreated to avoid the attack.

"Fuck him! Kill him!"

But before the gang could make any move, a sword flashed from his neck.

"Second style, break the army."

"Cackle, cluck..."

The second master of Baihu Hall covered his neck and stared at Chen Heng with his eyes.

Blood flowed out from between his fingers, and blood foam kept coming from his nose and mouth.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here."

"After three counts, if I can still see you, none of you will be able to live."

Chen Heng looked at the trembling members of the White Tiger Hall with cold eyes.