One Sword to Heaven

Chapter 14
After a few days, Wang Yan returned to Zifeng, and he missed the place where he was entrusted, but the outer sect in his impression was quite different, the battle a few days ago was even more tragic than what Zhang Xiaobao said At least Wang Yan feels this way, from the increasingly sparse flow of people after passing the Feiyan Iron Cable Bridge, to the deserted Martial Arts Field, which is no longer as lively as it used to be, to the collapsed pavilions that he saw from time to time along the way.
An aura of decay permeated the entire outer sect. Wang Yan, who was personally involved in it, could finally understand why Zhang Xiaobao was angry with the village owner and the inner sect elders for their inaction. At the same time, Wang Yan also vaguely understood why the fourth lady left the state. have no choice.

Sadness, resentment, and anger, Wang Yan felt that he should have such emotions. After all, this was his home for five years, but when he stood in front of the house of handyman disciples that was already in ruins, he suddenly understood, It seems that no one cares about this, the owner and the elders of the inner sect are still shrinking; players like Zhang Xiaobao can care about the reputation of the sect, but they don't care about the life and death of the mere handyman disciples; as for the fourth lady.
Perhaps a wild dog sleeps in the snow, and even if it cannot sleep again, it may still attract a few sympathetic looks. Even if it is boiled and eaten in the end, after all, someone has cared.And Wang Yanneng was sure that if he accidentally lost his life in the chaos in the gate, no one would care, even Zhang Xiaobao would just treat him as an 'offline distraction'.

Wang Yan is afraid of death, but he is even more afraid that there will be no traces left after death, just like the him in the past—the ones that Zhang Xiaobao said only have simple and simple intelligence, like experience monsters planted in the ground to be harvested. If this is the case, his current What is the difference from before?
Standing in front of the ruins, all kinds of messy thoughts quickly flowed through Wang Yan's mind. In the end, he felt that he was completely separated from the past, and gradually became a new 'him', a person who completely abandoned the meaningless past. Bury him with your own hands and prepare to welcome the new 'him'!
This "he" does not want to be inactive in life, let alone be unknown after death; this "he" hopes to control his own destiny and embrace the unknown; this "he" still has many desires and pursuits, but in the final analysis this "he" Understand that everything must be built on a foundation, this foundation is strength, and only strong strength is the foundation to transcend everything!

But to have great strength, one needs to pay too much. Wang Yan can't give anything else, except for two things, crazy training and life-and-death fights again and again!

"Bah!"

In the high-level practice field, Wang Yan stood on the plum blossom piles under the scorching sun. After a loud shout, his feet moved sharply, and his whole body was on the piles of Dui, Li, Gen, and Kan along the eight trigrams. Quickly changing, at the same time, his left and right hands are pointing together to form a sword. With the movement of his feet, the first three moves of the blood sword finger can be easily mastered, and he has practiced it well.

After staying for more than half an hour, Wang Yan, who was sweating profusely, turned over from the plum blossom pile and rushed into the "iron ball formation" beside the plum blossom pile without a short rest. They are just some egg-sized iron balls hanging upside down. The distance between each iron ball is half a meter. It seems that people can easily pass through the gap in it. Moving iron balls hit from all directions.

Wang Yan, who was in the formation, was not flustered, his steps changed, trying to avoid as many iron balls as possible, and at the same time, he quickly pointed out the sword fingers with both hands like a storm. Every time the sword fingers were struck, there would always be iron balls hit fly out.Under the siege of countless iron balls, Wang Yan moved little by little to charge the formation. When he finally rushed out, he was already exhausted and had many bruises on his body, but Wang Yan mustered his last internal strength and charged again. Into a large formation that looks like muddy ground.
Plum blossom piles, iron ball formations, and even mud formations for targeted practice of lightness kung fu flying, Wang Yan will toss himself to exhaustion in these training fields dedicated to assisting lightness kung fu and fingering whenever he has free time every day.Wang Yan had never been to a high-level training ground before, because the fees here were too expensive, and it cost one tael of silver per hour, but now he spends two or three taels of silver in the training ground every day.And under the effect of these silver, plus a pack of Huiyi powder every day, after more than half a month, Wang Yan's blood sword refers to the first three forms and the eight trigrams step, which are faintly practiced, even if he is short of walking. Gong is also extremely proficient.

"Blood Sword Finger, a middle-grade Huang-level martial skill, the current progress - the third form of the first form (5000/5000), the third form of the second form (5000/5000), and the third form (4837/5000)

Bagua Step, Huang-level low-grade lightness kung fu, current progress--second level (3659/4000)

Jianbu Gong, yellow-level low-grade Qinggong, current progress - second level (1066/4000)"

The cultivation of martial arts is completely different from internal skills. No matter whether martial arts or light kung fu is based on the root bone, understanding plays a great role. With the help of pills and special training places, the speed of martial arts and light kung fu is much faster than that of others. Non-internal functions and skills, among them, the cultivation speed of martial arts is the fastest.

When Wang Yan dragged his exhausted body out of the training ground, it was already nightfall for a long time, but Wang Yan had already gotten used to it, seeing Zhang Xiaobao who was waiting outside in advance, he walked over with a knowing smile.

"A total of two taels and four hundred wen, here we are."

Zhang Xiaobao took out some scattered silver and handed it to Wang Yan, Wang Yan didn't ask much, just took it and put it into his bosom.For half a month after the Battle of Peach Blossom Forest, Wang Yan and Zhang Xiaobao would go to Wusongling to meet Gu Xiaoyue every day, and then start fighting for half a day. Except for the rewards given by Gu Xiaoyue, Wang Yan would get the rewards for killing the enemy every day. Most of the trophies were handed over to Zhang Xiaobao for him to handle. Zhang Xiaobao was very loyal in this regard, and the silver he brought back to Wang Yan was only a lot more than the market price.

At present, Wang Yan is lucky. The situation in the school has been stable for more than half a month. At least the top experts outside have not appeared, and Wang Yan relies on his own sensitivity to combat and his seamless cooperation with Zhang Xiaobao. Both of them can get a lot of heads, so that the two of them have become famous among those scattered people in the world.

But it is precisely because of this that every time Wang Yan and Zhang Xiaobao appear, they will attract more and more people from all walks of life to besiege them. In the past few days, if it had not been for Gu Xiaoyue's help, they would have been able to save their lives, not to mention harvesting heads. What a blessing.

"Your loot is getting less and less every day, and I am the same. Now it is getting more and more difficult to mix. Those loose people are not low-level intelligent NPCs after all."

Zhang Xiaobao walked to the side and leaned against a big tree, and couldn't help sighing. Recently, the situation between him and Wang Yan has become more and more difficult, and the harvest has become less and less. He naturally misses the beginning, just like the battle in the peach forest. Wang Yanguang can reap seven or eight taels of silver by selling trophies such as swords.

Wang Yan had a better understanding of the current situation, shook his head and said, "These are all secondary. Haven't you noticed that there have been some strange guys outside the mountain gate recently? Besides, after more than half a month, it is reasonable to say that those scattered people in the world have suffered a lot. , but on the contrary, we are fighting less and less, and their numbers are increasing. I think the current situation will continue, and the people behind those scattered people will soon launch a second large-scale attack on the mountain."

Wang Yan's eyebrows showed a deep worry, and Zhang Xiaobao also had a solemn face, muttering: "I just hope that the owner and the elders of the inner sect will stop watching, otherwise our outer sect may fall into a situation of eternal doom."

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaobao looked at Wang Yan and said, "What are your plans?"

"Let's take one step at a time."

Wang Yan didn't know how to deal with it. He didn't like this feeling of powerlessness, but even if a little Xiami like him stood out in some respects, he was nothing more than tough cannon fodder in a real war. The only thing he could do It is to increase strength as soon as possible and have more self-protection power.

(End of this chapter)