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Seeing Wang Yan walking resolutely towards the Thirty-Mile Desolation, Duan Henan had mixed feelings. However, he was a decisive person after all. He knew that he could only rely on his disciple, Wang Yan, to turn the situation around. However, he wouldn't just stand there and do nothing. He shook his sword and said, "Xing Chen, didn't you want to settle the old and new grudges with me? I, Duan Henan, will fight you to the death in this tower. Do you dare to fight?! "
Xing Chen didn't expect the situation to change like this. He looked at Wang Yan's figure with hatred and heard Duan Henan's provocation. He couldn't help but laugh out of anger. "Why wouldn't I dare?! Duan Henan, you just took in a good disciple. However, since you are so eager to die, I, Xing Chen, will grant your wish. "
Before he finished speaking, Xing Chen's figure flashed and shot towards Duan Henan. In the blink of an eye, the two of them were engaged in a battle. Although Duan Henan had fought with Bai Daoxin before and had used up a lot of his inner force, he was even slightly injured. Now that Wang Yan had stepped forward, the situation had turned around. In addition, he was facing Monk Xing Chen from the Garan Monastery, so he no longer had any worries. Every move he made was free and easy. He used all of his skills and was evenly matched with Xing Chen.
Hearing the sounds of fighting behind him, Wang Yan knew that Duan Henan was using his own method to find a way out of this situation. As a master, he didn't want to watch his disciple take the risk alone. At the same time, Duan Henan also wanted to use the name of the sword to tell those who wanted to step on Wang Yan to make a name for themselves. If anything happened to Wang Yan, Duan Henan would definitely take revenge for his disciple.
There was no need to say these thoughts out loud. Wang Yan could clearly feel it. He really wanted to stop and look back to see how the battle between Duan Henan and Monk Xing Chen ended. However, he knew that there was no turning back. From this step to the Nirvana Temple, he couldn't stop. He would either become famous in Bei Sheng or become a pile of bones by the side of the road. There was no third path.
As he thought of this, Wang Yan threw away all the restraints in his heart. He began to execute the Cloud Stepping Steps, and with a few leaps, he charged into the thirty mile wasteland, heading straight for the Northern Victory Province.
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The setting sun was like blood. The yellow afterglow sprinkled on the horizon. Wang Yan's figure stretched as he headed straight towards the setting sun in the distance. At this time, it had been three days since he left the tower. With his speed and rest along the way, it took Wang Yan a full two days to walk out of the Bei Sheng Province's Wasteland called the "Thirty Miles Wasteland". Then, he spent more than half a day to find the place where there was a trace of human habitation.
Wang Yan didn't know where the Nirvana Temple was. However, looking at the rising smoke at the end of the setting sun, he knew that he had entered the Bei Sheng Province. The reason why he turned west after walking out of the Wasteland was because on the map that Elder Chen Tong gave him, there was the biggest city on the southern border of the Bei Sheng Province, Golden City.
Wang Yan didn't know where the Nirvana Temple was. Therefore, he could only first go to a big city like Golden City. After finding the path to the Nirvana Temple, he would then decide on his journey.
Rumble...
While Wang Yan was calculating his next course of action, his stomach suddenly made a growling sound. Wang Yan couldn't help but touch his belly with a wry smile on his face. In these two days of travel, the dry food that he brought with him has long been eaten. Moreover, the Thirty Miles Wasteland was not like the Tai Yue Mountain Range, where wild fruits and wild animals could be found everywhere. Therefore, from this morning until now, he hadn't eaten anything.
Thinking of this, Wang Yan immediately stopped thinking about other things and used his lightness skill to go straight to the place where the smoke came from. After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Wang Yan saw a teahouse not far away from him. In front of the teahouse, there were seven or eight small square tables. Coincidentally, there was an escort team passing by. Seventeen or eighteen strong men with swords and sabers on their back were sitting in front of the teahouse to rest. On the table, in addition to a large bowl of tea, there seemed to be some food.
Seeing this, Wang Yan immediately strode to the teahouse and said in a clear voice, "Does the innkeeper have food?"
Hearing Wang Yan's voice, an old man with a bent back walked out of the teahouse with a teapot in his hand. This old man chuckled and said, "Dear customer, please forgive me. Apart from tea, this small shop only has peanuts and dried tofu to go with tea. However, if the customer is willing to wait for a while, this old man can cook a bowl of noodles for the customer."
"That's good. Sir, please give me some food to fill my stomach. I can afford to wait for noodles."
As he said this, Wang Yan sat down in front of a table that still had an empty seat. Another escort man was already sitting at the table. Seeing Wang Yan's behavior, these escort men couldn't help but whisper to each other.
"This person's accent doesn't sound like someone from our Bei Sheng Province."
"Looking at the direction he came from, he should have come from the Thirty Miles Wasteland."
"If that's the case, then this person might be the person who has caused a commotion in the past two days. Have you heard? The Seven Swords School has already given out a reward. Whoever can bring that person's head will be exchanged for a hundred taels of gold. "
"The Seven Swords School is nothing. I heard that the Xingzhen Sect has also placed a bounty on this person's head. Do you know what the bounty is? It's a high-grade Yellow Grade martial art manual! "
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As these escort men whispered to each other, the light in their eyes became brighter and brighter. They looked at Wang Yan as if they were looking at a treasure trove. Finally, a strong man sitting at the same table as Wang Yan couldn't help but ask Wang Yan, "Where are you from?"
Wang Yan smiled faintly. He had heard some of these escort men's whispers and knew what they were thinking. However, he still replied, "The Thirty Miles Wasteland."
Hearing Wang Yan's reply, the atmosphere in the area immediately became stagnant. Someone quietly reached for the sword on his back. Seeing this, the strong man couldn't help but feel emboldened. After all, there were at least twenty of them. Therefore, he asked again, "Do you dare to tell me your name?"
Before Wang Yan could reply, the innkeeper carried a teacup and two plates of dried tofu and peanuts to Wang Yan's table. He put down the things in his hands and said, "Sir, please enjoy."
The hunchbacked waiter didn't seem to notice the atmosphere in the area at all. He was still smiling. Seeing this, Wang Yan thanked him and picked up a peanut. Looking at the strong man opposite him, he said, "I'm Wang Yan from the Aojian Villa!"
Hearing this, all the strong men in the area widened their eyes and their breathing became heavy. Their eyes were filled with surprise and joy. Following this, a bald man at the table next to them stood up and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Let's move together … "
Before he finished speaking, Wang Yan did not even turn his head. Instead, he flicked the hand that was holding the peanut at the large bald man. The peanut streaked across the air and before the large bald man could react, it shot into his throat. Immediately, the large bald man's words came to an abrupt halt. Both of his hands clutched his throat as a pained expression appeared on his face.
Seeing this, the other bodyguards all drew their weapons and rushed towards Wang Yan from all directions. However, Wang Yan sat still and did not move. He only pulled out Falling Sand with his other hand and swept his longsword horizontally. A ray of sword light suddenly shot out. Before the two strong men at the same table could pull out their swords, a line of blood appeared on their necks.
In the blink of an eye, two were dead and one was injured. However, the remaining escorts' eyes were bloodshot. They let out strange screams and slashed at Wang Yan with their swords.
Seeing this, Wang Yan smiled coldly. With a tap of his foot, his figure flashed. Immediately after, he left behind several afterimages as he floated back and forth in the area. In a few breaths, the area was filled with blood. When the last man fell into a pool of blood, Wang Yan's figure flashed back to the table as if he had never left. However, the 17 or 18 escorts were no longer breathing. The only person still standing was the hunchbacked old man.
The old man held the teapot and stood quietly in front of the table. Wang Yan looked at him and said, "If you want to take my life, then do it. If you don't, then quickly cook the noodles. Wang Yan will be very grateful."
Hearing this, the old man laughed and said, "To be able to kill a Legend Ranked Expert at the Meridian Opening Stage, you really are extraordinary. However, your trip to the Northern Victory State has just begun. Do you have the confidence to reach the Nirvana Temple?"
As he spoke, the old man's expression changed and he looked at Wang Yan with a burning gaze. Wang Yan knew that the old man was not an ordinary person and couldn't help but say, "Confident or not, no matter what, I have to try to know."
"Haha, what a good 'confident or not'. You are much better than those arrogant people. Since that is the case, seeing that you have the Sword Of Hell on your waist, I will give this to you. If you encounter a calamity in the future, you just need to activate the mechanism on it and someone will come to your rescue."
As he spoke, the old man took out an item from his sleeve and handed it to Wang Yan. Wang Yan took it and saw that it was a red token the size of a palm. On the front of the token were the words "Dragon Rebel" and on the back was a picture. In the picture, there was an arrogant man standing on the tail of a dragon. One of his hands was holding onto the dragon's head while the other hand was pulling out the dragon's tendons. It was a picture of someone pulling out the dragon's tendons and skin.
Seeing this picture, Wang Yan's heart jumped. He faintly understood the meaning of this picture. At this moment, the old man's voice entered his ears again. However, the voice was far and near.
"Wang Yan, I hope to see you again in the future. Don't let the Sword Of Hell down!"
Wang Yan turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see that the old man had turned into a small black dot. After a few jumps, he disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"My little noodle!"
Wang Yan shouted. Naturally, he didn't receive any response. He couldn't help but shake his head and put the token in his hand into his pocket. Then, like a whirlwind, he cleaned up the remaining peanuts and dried tofu on the table.
When the hunger in his stomach was temporarily appeased, Wang Yan didn't delay any longer. He immediately searched the corpses around him. These bodyguards naturally didn't have anything good on them. Fortunately, Wang Yan received a map from each of them, so he could finally identify the direction. In the process of searching, Wang Yan found that there were three corpses, and he could only get one loot. The reason for this was that these three people were players.
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