One Sword to Heaven

Chapter 1 Wang Yan
Number: PH0332145
Name: Wang Yan

Sex: Male
Age: Seventeen

Character setting: His parents died early, and he was taken in by Aojian Villa at the age of 12. Unfortunately, his qualifications are mediocre. After five years of entry, he is still a disciple of the outer sect as a handyman. Kung fu practice and mining.

Cultivation: the initial stage of physical body
Martial arts: the third level of "Jian Yuan Heart Sutra", and the first three moves of "Blood Sword Finger".

All items: A set of uniforms for the handyman disciples of Aojian Villa, two hanging copper coins, a pickaxe, and two pieces of [high-quality goods] refined iron ore.

Special setting: X additional variable program, the specific function is unknown.

Evaluation: Low-level aborigines, the initial experience provides targets, just because they have the X additional variable program, the characters do not have the copy function.

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Wang Yan has no past, his past is blank, but he never thinks about his past, he is always very busy, either practicing martial arts or mining, or on the way to practice or mining, he uses this method Spend every day, until after falling asleep at night, the above string of messages will appear repeatedly, telling him who he is and what he should do, and it goes on like this, so he has no future, until
"Ding, ding, ding"

In the long and narrow mine, the sound of the pickaxe hitting the stone extends from the entrance to the depth of hundreds of meters inside the cave, and there may be a very slight "tick" sound in the middle, which is the sound of sweat dripping, It's already May, and the sun outside is scorching hot, so the mine is naturally hotter, so the handyman disciples working hard in the cave are sweating profusely, and Wang Yan is no exception. It can even be said that he bleeds sweat the most because he is in the deepest part of the cave.

"Zhi Niang, it's so hot just in May, if it's the dog days, you won't die of heat in this cave!"

The voice of complaining came from not far from Wang Yan. Wang Yan didn't even need to look at it. Hearing the voice, the owner's information naturally appeared in his mind: Liu Xiangyi, 19 years old, short with a flat head, three years of entry, medium qualifications, repair In order to be similar to himself, martial arts is slightly better.

Wang Yan didn't react on the surface, just wiped the sweat off his face and then raised the hoe and swung it down again, but something changed in his heart: the weather is getting hotter, the sweat is flowing more, and the physical exertion is faster , I'm afraid that I can finish today's work at night.

"Who said it wasn't, but who made us still disciples of handymen, if we can be promoted to disciples of Shoushan, how can we suffer this crime?"

"How can it be so easy? If you want to become a disciple of guarding the mountain, you must at least have mastered the Six Classics of Foot, and you can use the sword step. Is it so easy to learn?"

The voices in twos and threes echoed Liu Xiangyi's complaints, and the information of the owners of these voices appeared in Wang Yan's mind one by one. He still had no reaction on the surface, but he was thinking silently in his heart: Disciple Shoushan, I think so too.

"I said that you are all full of food. If you have the time to talk, it is better to finish your work early and go back to practice. After a while, it will be the annual sword sacrifice ceremony. If you can stand out a little at that time, Not to mention being a Shoushan disciple, it is possible to be directly promoted to an inner disciple."

A voice rose up, and Wang Yan knew it was Fang Jiannian's voice. This man was twenty years old, with high aptitude. He is one of the most powerful among the handyman disciples.

Fang Jiannian has a high prestige among the handyman disciples. When he speaks, the others are silent, but this guy is a little bit reluctant, and he said: "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold. The most important thing is to practice martial arts. If you don't want to be a handyman all the time. As a slave disciple, don't waste time, don't be like some people who are still at the end of the crane after five years of entry, digging to the deepest part of the hole, like him, sooner or later they will be expelled from the door. "

"Ding!"

Wang Yan hit the pickaxe heavily on the mountain wall, and then turned his head slightly. With the faint light from the oil lamp on the mountain wall behind him, he could see that everyone around him saw him at this moment, especially in a little distance. The tall and tall Fang Jiannian, his eyes full of contempt and disdain were clearly reflected in Wang Yan's pupils.

"Go to work, everyone should cherish your time, don't end up becoming a waste like him."

Ding, ding, ding.
There was only the sound of the pickaxe hitting the stone again in the mine, but Wang Yan remained motionless. Although the expression on his face with his head hung down did not change, his hands holding the pickaxe were tightly closed, and his joints were all broken. There was a slight sound.

waste?

Wang Yan only felt a ball of flames jumping up from his heart, but the spread of the flames brought a strong bitterness. He wanted to roar, but in the end he just asked himself in his heart: Why does my "Jian Yuan Heart Sutra" always stay at The third level, I can't break through it no matter what; why can I never learn the fourth style of the blood sword?Why did I still have the worst martial arts among the handyman disciples after five years of entry?Why?Why?Why? ! ! !

Wang Yan is doomed not to get an answer, his past is blank, and the only fragments of the past are nothing but the repeated life of two points and one line, but he still stands there blankly, desperately wanting to get a result, until the cave entrance The violent drinking and screams from everywhere pulled him out of such a dull and crazy state.

"kill!"

The cry of killing suddenly started, followed by screams one after another in the mine. The handyman disciples beside Wang Yan stopped digging and silently rushed towards the entrance of the cave with pickaxes. When Wang Yan After regaining consciousness and raising his head, he was the only one left in the deepest part of the cave. Apart from the screams that he kept hearing in his ears, he could also vaguely see a beating white rainbow not far away. With every movement of the white rainbow, he looked up. With a beat, blood splattered everywhere, and the handyman disciples Wang Yan was familiar with fell to the ground.

Is that Jian Guang?Has someone entered the Proud Sword Villa?

As soon as this idea came up, Wang Yan grasped the pickaxe in his hand almost instinctively, and wanted to fight like those handyman disciples before, but just as his left foot stepped forward, his whole body seemed to be malfunctioning. He stopped like a machine, and stood there strangely. The reason for this was only because of an inexplicable idea in his mind.

'If I go up like this, I will be killed like Liu Xiangyi and Li Jin, right?

die?die! '

Wang Yan didn't quite understand what 'death' meant, but he was afraid from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't know what to do, so he stood there strangely, motionless, but the situation in the field did not change according to his will. In order to divert, I saw that the white rainbow was getting closer and closer, followed by a figure flying towards the depths of the cave.

"Interesting, this monster will escape by itself."

A strange voice came to Wang Yan's ears, and before the words fell, the owner of the white rainbow also shot towards the depths of the cave. In an instant, Wang Yan saw clearly that the figure at first was Fang Jiannian, This guy who regarded himself as a waste ran towards the depths of the cave with a face full of horror. Not far behind Fang Jiannian, a white man wearing a navy blue robe and a jade crown was holding a long sword. Swimming fish usually approach Fang Jiannian at an extremely fast speed.

Light work!

With just one glance, Wang Yan was sure that Fang Jiannian would not be able to hide from the person holding the long sword who possessed lightness kung fu, and he had killed several people in a row. If he was found out, he would definitely die, what should he do?What should I do? !
In the blink of an eye, Wang Yan turned his head suddenly, and then Fuzhi picked up the pickaxe in his hand like a soul and slammed down heavily on the oil lamp on the mountain wall behind him.

Click.

The oil lamp fell, followed by Wang Yan stepping forward to extinguish the wick, the deepest part of the cave was suddenly darkened, completely plunged into darkness without light.A moment later, a gust of wind rushed in from the half-length corner not far ahead, and Wang Yan knew that Fang Jiannian was approaching.

"I also know how to turn off the lights. It's interesting. I guess I encountered the legendary low-level and highly intelligent elite monster today. It seems that there is hope that the secret will be revealed."

Right behind Fang Jiannian, the white and clean man followed closely. With the faint sword light reflected from the long sword in his hand, Wang Yan could vaguely see that the man jumped up after the words were finished, and jumped into the air. Like an eagle hitting the sky, the long sword hit Fang Jiannian's heart directly, but Fang Jiannian ran forward regardless.

呲.

The next moment, the sound of sharp blades piercing into flesh sounded, and the long sword in the white man's hand passed through his heart. Fang Jiannian stopped, and the frightened expression on his face was frozen, but his mouth twitched slightly and made a slight sound similar to howling. Gradually fell to the ground.

At a close distance, Wang Yan just watched Fang Jiannian, who was still invincible before, die like this, his heart twitched violently, and the fear of death in his heart was even greater.

""Treading the Sword Step"? There really is a secret book!"

The white man's voice was full of surprises, he stopped for a while, and stretched out his hand to find somewhere on Fang Jiannian's body, but at this moment, Wang Yan moved, the extreme fear did not make him daze again, under the shadow of death He rushed out with a short body like a bull, and instantly crashed into the arms of Fang Jiannian who had not yet completely collapsed. Immediately afterwards, he wrapped his arms around Fang Jiannian's waist and pushed forward desperately, only to hear " Fang Jiannian's body fell straight to the hilt of the long sword amidst the sound of "呲呲".

"Is there something strange?"

The sudden change surprised the white man, but before he could finish his sentence, his right foot suddenly hurt, but Wang Yan let go of Fang Jian and rolled on the spot, and the pickaxe in his hand swept towards the white man's body At the bottom, suddenly and unexpectedly, the white man's right ankle was hit directly by the pickaxe.

"what!"

The white man let out a cry of pain, and immediately pulled back the hand holding the sword, trying to pull out the long sword, but the blade was too deep into Fang Jiannian's body, and it was difficult to pull it out completely in an instant. mouth, Wang Yan rubbed his body and stood up, his left hands pointed together into a sword, the blood sword pointed at the first move, the bloodless man's lower body perineum.

(End of this chapter)