After a few days, Wang Yan returned to Zi Feng again. He missed this place where he used to live, but his impression of the outer gate was very different. The battle a few days ago was more tragic than what Zhang Xiaobao had described. At least, that was how Wang Yan felt. After crossing the Flying Rock Iron Chain Bridge, the crowd became thinner and thinner, and the deserted martial arts field was no longer lively, and the collapsed pavilions he saw on the way …
A sense of decay permeated the entire outer gate. Wang Yan, who was personally in it, could finally understand why Zhang Xiaobao was angry at the inaction of the Villa Master and the Inner Gate Elder. At the same time, Wang Yan also faintly understood Miss Four's helplessness in leaving the province.
Sadness, resentment, and anger. Wang Yan felt that he should have such emotions. After all, this was the home he had lived in for five years. But when he stood in front of the residence of the Handyman Disciple, which was already in ruins, he suddenly understood that no one seemed to care about this. The Villa Master and the Inner Gate Elder were still hiding. A player like Zhang Xiaobao could care about the reputation of the sect, but he would never care about the life and death of a mere Handyman Disciple. As for Miss Four …
Perhaps a wild dog lying in the snow, even if it never woke up, would still attract a few sympathetic eyes. Even if it was cooked and eaten in the end, someone would still care about it. And Wang Yan could be sure that if he accidentally lost his life in the chaos in the sect, no one would care. Even Zhang Xiaobao would only think that he had gone offline to relax.
Wang Yan was afraid of death, but he was even more afraid that there would be no trace left after death, just like him in the past. In Zhang Xiaobao's words, there was only simple intelligence in the cycle, like EXP monsters planted in the ground waiting to be harvested. If that was the case, what was the difference between his present and the past?
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 'him' who had completely abandoned the meaningless past, buried it with his own hands, and prepared to welcome a new life!
This' he 'didn't want to live a life of inaction, and he didn't want to die a nameless death. This' he 'hoped to control his own fate and take the initiative to embrace the unknown. This' he 'had many desires and pursuits, but in the end, this' he 'understood that everything must be built on a foundation, and that foundation was strength. Only with great strength could one transcend everything!
However, if one wanted to possess great strength, one would need to pay a huge price. Wang Yan could not offer anything else other than two things, and that was to train crazily and engage in life and death battles time after time!
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"Bang!"
In the high-level training field, Wang Yan stood on the Plum Blossom Pillar under the scorching sun. After a loud shout, his feet moved quickly, following the Eight Trigrams, and his entire body moved rapidly on the Dui, Li, Gen, and Kan Pillars. At the same time, his fingers formed a sword, and as his feet moved, the first three forms of the Blood Sword Finger were easily practiced.
After an hour, Wang Yan, who was sweating profusely, flipped over from the Plum Blossom Pillar and rushed into the 'Iron Ball Formation' next to the Plum Blossom Pillar Formation without a moment's rest. This so-called Iron Ball Formation was actually some iron balls the size of eggs hanging upside down. Each iron ball was half a meter apart, and it seemed like a person could easily pass through the gaps. However, as soon as Wang Yan entered, a strong wind blew in the formation, and the iron balls were swept by the wind from all directions.
In the formation, Wang Yan, who was in the formation, did not panic. His feet moved erratically, trying to dodge as many iron balls as possible. At the same time, both of his sword fingers quickly pointed out like a storm. Every time his sword fingers struck out, there would be an iron ball flying out. Under the siege of countless iron balls, Wang Yan moved bit by bit to break out of the formation. When he finally broke out of the formation, he was already exhausted, and there were many bruises on his body. However, Wang Yan gathered the last of his inner force and rushed into the large formation that looked like a silt field …
Plum Blossom Pillar Formation, Iron Ball Formation, and even the Silt Formation that targeted the cultivation of Qinggong and Flying Technique. As long as Wang Yan had free time every day, he would torture himself in these training fields that specialized in Qinggong and Finger Techniques until he was exhausted. In the past, Wang Yan had never been to a high-grade training field because the fees were too expensive. It would cost one tael of silver for an hour, but now, he would spend two or three taels of silver every day in the training field. With the help of these taels of silver and a packet of Understanding Powder every day, after half a month, Wang Yan's Blood Sword Finger's first three forms and Eight Trigrams Steps were about to reach perfection. Even though he was still lacking in the Power Walking Technique, he was still very familiar with it.
"Blood Sword Finger, Yellow Grade Mid-Grade Martial Technique, Current Progress — First Form Third Layer (5000/5000), Second Form Third Layer (5000/5000), Third Form (4837/5000)
Eight Trigrams Steps, Yellow Grade Low-Grade Inner Force, Current Progress — Second Layer (3659/4000)
Power Walking Technique, Yellow Grade Low-Grade Inner Force, Current Progress — Second Layer (1066/4000) "
The cultivation of martial arts was completely different from inner force. Regardless of whether it was martial arts or Qinggong, under the situation where one's root bone was the foundation, one's perception played a huge role. With the help of medicinal pills and specialized training fields, the cultivation speed of martial arts and Qinggong was far faster than that of inner force. Among them, the cultivation speed of martial arts was the fastest.
...
By the time Wang Yan dragged his exhausted body out of the training field, it was already late at night. However, Wang Yan was already used to it. Looking at Zhang Xiaobao who was waiting outside, he smiled and walked over.
"A total of two taels and four hundred copper coins. Here."
Zhang Xiaobao took out some loose silver and handed it to Wang Yan. Wang Yan didn't ask any questions and took the silver and put it in his pocket. For the past half a month after the battle in the Peach Blossom Forest, Wang Yan and Zhang Xiaobao would go to Five Pine Ridge to meet up with Gu Xiaoyue every morning. Then, they would start killing for the better part of the day. Other than the rewards that Gu Xiaoyue gave, Wang Yan would give most of the spoils of war to Zhang Xiaobao for him to handle on his behalf. Zhang Xiaobao was very loyal in this aspect. Every time he brought back money for Wang Yan, it was much more than the market price.
At the moment, Wang Yan was lucky. For the past half a month, the situation in the sect had been stable. At least, the top experts from the outside had not appeared. Wang Yan relied on his own keen sense of battle and his seamless cooperation with Zhang Xiaobao. Every day, the two of them were able to get a lot of kills. So much so that the two of them had gained some fame among the Jianghu unaffiliated people.
But it was also because of this that every time Wang Yan and Zhang Xiaobao appeared, they would attract more and more unaffiliated people of Jianghu to besiege them. In the past few days, if it weren't for Gu Xiaoyue's help, the two of them would be lucky to keep their lives, not to mention getting killed.
"Your spoils of war are getting less and less day by day, and so am I. It's getting harder and harder to survive now. After all, those unaffiliated people of Jianghu are not low-level NPCs."
Zhang Xiaobao walked to the side and leaned against a big tree. He couldn't help but sigh. Recently, his and Wang Yan's situation was getting more and more difficult, and their harvest was getting less and less. He naturally missed the beginning, just like the battle in the Peach Blossom Forest. At that time, Wang Yan could earn seven or eight taels of silver just by selling his sword and other spoils of war.
Wang Yan had a deeper understanding of the current situation. He shook his head and said, "These are all secondary. Haven't you noticed that there are some strange guys outside the mountain gate recently? And in more than half a month, those unaffiliated people of Jianghu have suffered a lot of losses, but on the contrary, our people are getting fewer and fewer, and their people are getting more and more. I think that if the current situation continues, the people behind those unaffiliated people of Jianghu will soon instigate a second large-scale attack. "
Deep worry appeared between Wang Yan's brows. Zhang Xiaobao's face was also solemn. He murmured, "I only hope that the Villa Master and the Inner Sect Elders will not stand by and watch, or else I'm afraid that our outer sect will fall into a situation of eternal damnation."
Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaobao looked at Wang Yan and said, "What's your plan?"
"Let's take one step at a time."
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