He was not satisfied with what he had written before. He revised it repeatedly, but he was still not satisfied, so he forgot the time. Today, he would temporarily pass on a chapter, and he should be able to straighten it out tomorrow.
.....
"The seventh one!"
Wang Yan drew his longsword from the corpse and tore open the corpse's lapel. He picked up a bamboo plate that shone with silver light and stuffed it into his pocket. Then, he raised his head and looked around. It was only then that he noticed that there were no martial artists left standing in the peach blossom forest.
In nearly an hour, Wang Yan followed Zhang Xiaobao, rushing and killing all the way. He did not expect it to be so easy, but the fact proved that Zhang Xiaobao was not bragging. The strength of this group of Jianghu people was indeed not strong. Although they knew martial arts, lightness skills, and all kinds of other things, because they were not good at it, and the level of their martial arts was too low, once they were surrounded, they could not last more than a few rounds.
Wang Yan followed behind Zhang Xiaobao, and specifically attacked the martial artists who were alone or against the disciples guarding the mountain. Often, as long as he seized the opportunity, he could take the enemy's life in two or three moves. And with each kill, Wang Yan gradually found that he had an extraordinary sensitivity to fighting. This sensitivity was like the body's instinct, engraved in his bones, and with the accumulation of combat experience, this instinct became more and more obvious.
"These Jianghu people are really f * cking rabbits. Once they see the situation is not good, they run away faster than the other. Master Po, I haven't killed enough, but they are all gone."
Zhang Xiaobao walked over with his long sword that looked like it was fished out from a pool of blood. Don't listen to his mouth, just by looking at the long sword in his hand, you could tell that this guy had killed to his heart's content. Sure enough, before Wang Yan could say anything, a big bald man beside him said: "Come on Xiaobao, you brat, don't be so ungrateful. Do you think these bumpkins are experience monsters? Do you think they are just standing there and waiting for you to kill them? In today's battle, killing half of them is already quite good.
Of course, if you're not satisfied and want to put on a show of chasing after the dead, we'll support you in spirit. But if you meet those top experts, no one will be there to collect your corpse. "
As soon as this person's voice fell, someone immediately chimed in. Then, more and more people joined in the conversation, and more and more people began to make fun of Zhang Xiaobao. Zhang Xiaobao didn't mind, and started to talk to these people. Wang Yan didn't participate in the battle of words. He just listened quietly and noted down what he thought was useful. At the same time, he silently counted his gains.
In the battle of Peach Forest, Wang Yan killed nine people. In total, he obtained a Graceful Cloud Sword, a book of Eight Trigrams Steps, five Silver Nudes, a Willow Leaf Saber, a Resonating Sand Sword, a book of Power Walking Technique, an Ice Silk Bamboo Hat, and a bamboo tablet with the words "Siyin" written on it.
Among them, Power Walking Technique and Eight Trigrams Steps were both Yellow Level Lower Grade Qinggong. The difference was that Eight Trigrams Steps was a movement technique, mainly used for dodging and turning in battle. Power Walking Technique was a flying technique, which used inner Qi to stimulate acupoints to increase movement speed. It was mainly used for long distance travel or pursuit in a straight line.
With such a harvest, Wang Yan was naturally very satisfied. He felt that if he sold all the sabers and swords, he would be rich again. But compared to these gains, Wang Yan valued the experience points more.
'Current experience points: 3,760.'
A total of 3,760 experience points. Although this included the experience points that Wang Yan obtained from killing two people on the Iron Chain Bridge, most of the experience points were still from the battle of Peach Forest. This amount of experience points was equivalent to three to four days of hard work for Wang Yan in the Frozen Moon Lake. This naturally made Wang Yan unable to calm down.
"I originally thought that practicing in the Frozen Moon Lake was the fastest way to improve my strength. But now it seems that is not the case. If …"
Wang Yan's eyes flashed. He kept weighing in his heart. He knew that he was not a real player and was different from them. But the temptation of experience points was too great. More importantly, he longed to take the initiative to control his own fate.
"Brother Yan, what are your future plans?"
Zhang Xiaobao, who had finished bickering, came over and interrupted Wang Yan's thoughts. But before Wang Yan could answer, he said, "Of course I hope that we brothers can play together. You saw how powerful our Dual Sword Harmony was today. And to be honest, it is not easy to meet a rich man like Gu Xiaoyue. "
"Gu Xiaoyue?"
Zhang Xiaobao looked at the female inner disciple who seemed to be comprehending something with a sword in the distance. He pouted his lips and said, "That's her. She is one of the six tycoons in the inner sect. Although she has not made a name for herself, she is quite powerful."
A name was an honorific title in the Jianghu. Generally, only those who had made a name for themselves in the Jianghu and were recognized by all sides could get a name. It was almost impossible for an inner disciple like Gu Xiaoyue to have a name. But she had suppressed seven or eight people with her outstanding charm. Naturally, Wang Yan remembered it clearly.
While the two were talking, Gu Xiaoyue put away her sword and walked toward the place where the players were gathered. Seeing the rich man walking over, everyone stood up and stopped talking.
"Today's battle has been fierce, and Xiaoyue is a little tired. Let's call it a day. Xiaoyue will wait for you at the same place tomorrow morning. At that time, we will fight to our heart's content."
Gu Xiaoyue's voice was very soft. It was like a freshly baked glutinous rice cake, which melted with one bite and stuck to one's mouth, leaving an endless aftertaste. It was said that the voice was like the person, but Gu Xiaoyue was exactly the opposite. Everything else was fine, but her straight black eyebrows, which were like swords without any bend, made her whole body full of heroic spirit. Looking at Gu Xiaoyue's slender sword-like eyebrows, Wang Yan felt that the woman in front of him was indeed the one who had suppressed seven or eight people. Besides being in awe, he also felt that this woman was a perfect combination of strength and softness. Even if her appearance was not absolutely beautiful, she was extraordinary and not in the mortal world.
Hearing Gu Xiaoyue's words, the animals around her all agreed loudly as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Gu Xiaoyue smiled and took out an embroidered pouch. She poured out a dozen golden beans and spread them in her hand, saying, "Let's divide them."
Before her voice died away, Gu Xiaoyue's palm shook, and the golden beans were immediately thrown all over the sky. The guarding disciples were not surprised, and they tacitly collected the golden beans. Only Wang Yan was embarrassed and just stood there. Unexpectedly, there was an extra one that fell right in front of Wang Yan.
"Are you new? Although you are a servant disciple, you have a strong foundation. Remember to come to Five Pine Ridge tomorrow morning. "
Gu Xiaoyue walked gracefully, and before the golden bean fell to the ground, she took it and handed it to Wang Yan. Wang Yan looked at Gu Xiaoyue face to face. It was the first time that he had such close contact with a woman. His breathing was slightly disordered, and he could not help but say, "Okay!"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
