Fear?
Wang Yan didn't quite understand the meaning of this word, but he could tell from Zhang Xiaobao's tone that Zhang Xiaobao was very dissatisfied with the sect's response. This surprised him. After all, most people's attention was on the Killing Sword Token.
"Senior Zhang, are you not interested in the Killing Sword Token?"
Hearing Wang Yan's question, Zhang Xiaobao grinned and said, "Of course I'm interested, but this time, people like you and I won't have the chance to get the Killing Sword Token. It could even be said that the entire outer sect, thousands of disciples, won't have the chance to get it."
After saying this, Zhang Xiaobao turned his head and looked into the distance. His eyes gradually became deeper and deeper. Wang Yan couldn't help but follow his gaze, and the peak of the main peak appeared in Wang Yan's eyes. Seeing this, Wang Yan suddenly understood what Zhang Xiaobao meant. He said softly, "Senior Zhang, are you saying that inner sect disciples will come to fight for the Killing Sword Token?"
"That's for sure. After all, for inner sect disciples, the opportunity to enter the Flowing Moon Sea of Swords is not something they can miss."
At this point, Zhang Xiaobao withdrew his gaze, and a careless smile appeared on his face again. He said, "There's no point in thinking too much. Since it's fated that we won't get it, we might as well plan something else."
"Something else?"
"Hehe, just you wait. Those guys from the inner sect will come tonight at the latest. Although those guys are strong, if they want to fight for the Killing Sword Token, they have to rely on us outer sect players. After all, we have more people, and we can help out a lot. This time, it's about the Killing Sword Token, so we can't ask for a low price. When the time comes, we'll take advantage of those rich people.
But Brother Yan, you're new, and your status is low, so they might not ask for your help. But since we're friends, I'll definitely pull you in and let you earn some money. How about it, I'm a good brother, right? "
Zhang Xiaobao returned to his previous mischievous smile, and after saying this, he began to show off to Wang Yan. Wang Yan responded with a smile on the surface and even thanked him. However, his heart was shaken because of the word "player".
Although Wang Yan did not understand what 'player' meant, his intuition told him that it was an important piece of information. He even felt that the reason why Zhang Xiaobao was so different from the people in his memory had something to do with it. However, it was apparent that Zhang Xiaobao regarded him as one of the 'players'. In fact, he even regarded him as a 'new player'. Under such circumstances, even though Wang Yan was filled with questions, he knew he could not ask.
While the two of them were talking, the Outer Court Elders and Deacons on the high platform had already left, and nearly a thousand Outer Court Disciples gathered in the Martial Arts Practice Field had also gradually dispersed. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Yan exchanged a few words, exchanged addresses, and then left, while Wang Yan mixed in the crowd and headed toward the back of the mountain.
The time of two days promised by Elder Chen was up. Wang Yan was ready to go to the Fine Iron Cave in the back of the mountain to hand in today's fine iron ore, and then go back to practice with peace of mind. However, along the way, Wang Yan could not calm down. The Killing Sword Order, the attack on the disciples guarding the mountain, and the 'Listen to the Rain Tower' and 'players' mentioned by Zhang Xiaobao, and so on. These things kept repeating in his mind, but he knew too little information, and there were many things that he could not understand, which made his mind more and more confused.
Wang Yan walked like this until he reached the Flying Rock Iron Chain Bridge leading to the back of the mountain. At this time, the crowd had already dispersed. Except for Wang Yan, there were only chores disciples carrying pickaxes in twos and threes.
This Flying Rock Iron Chain Bridge was set in the air. On one side, it penetrated into the mountain wall of the mountain, and on the other side, it was firmly fixed on a huge flying rock. The distance between the mountain wall and the flying rock was twenty to thirty meters. Connected by several iron chains, it became a shortcut to the back of the mountain. However, this so-called Flying Rock Iron Chain Bridge was just a few parallel iron chains laid with some planks, and on the left and right sides there was a raised iron chain as handrails for balance. The whole bridge was no more than two meters wide, and people who did not know Lightness Skill could only hold the iron chains used as handrails to move forward slowly. Otherwise, they might fall from the bridge with a little carelessness.
As for the bottom of the bridge, it was a dangerous place in the sect, named 'Icy Moon Cold Pond'. The cold air in the pond was so strong that ordinary disciples could not resist it at all. If a chores disciple like Wang Yan fell into the cold pond carelessly, his meridians would be damaged, and he would die on the spot.
Because of this, Wang Yancai did not dare to let his imagination run wild. He shook his head desperately, as if he had thrown everything to the back of his mind. Then, he gathered his thoughts and stepped onto the Flying Rock Iron Chain Bridge. Wang Yan did not know Lightness Skill yet, so he naturally held the handrails and the iron chains and walked slowly. Every step was careful. When he reached the middle of the bridge, Wang Yan stopped and took a deep breath. He felt that this short distance of more than ten meters was really more tiring than practicing the Blood Sword Finger.
After taking a breath, Wang Yan was about to move forward, but he saw a group of patrolling disciples coming toward the iron chain bridge from the back of the mountain. Wang Yan took a look and was ready to move forward. But when he was about to move his feet, he felt that something was wrong.
"Patrols usually have 20 people in a group. This patrol seems to have fewer people."
Wang Yan immediately raised his head and counted the people one by one. Sure enough, there were only 11 people in this patrol. After careful observation, Wang Yan found something more suspicious. Although these 11 people were all carrying long swords, it could be seen that the long swords were different from each other from the hilt. Some of them were standard Howling Wind Swords for guarding the mountain, while some were Mingsha Swords sold in Mianshi Town outside the mountain gate. There were even two Blue Water Swords.
Although the Aojian Villa did not prohibit the disciples from using swords from outside, in Wang Yan's memory, the patrols basically used Howling Wind Swords. Occasionally, some powerful guarding disciples used other swords, but they were Silver Ring Swords produced by Mingjian Hall. There was absolutely no patrol like the one in front of him, where most of the swords came from outside.
"Could it be …"
Wang Yan's pupils shrank, and he was horrified. While Wang Yan was pondering, the patrol had walked to the iron chain bridge, and the people in front had even stepped on the bridge. These people obviously knew Lightness Skill, and they walked very fast on the shaking iron bridge as if they were walking on flat ground. In just a few breaths, the leader was only four or five meters away from Wang Yan.
"How could it be him?!"
As these people got closer, Wang Yan could clearly see the faces of the people in front. However, to his surprise, the third guy behind the leader was the fair-skinned man whom he had killed in the Fine Iron Cave. Although he had changed into the clothes of a guarding disciple, Wang Yan would never forget him!
Wang Yan had no idea how this person could come back from the dead. But since this guy was among them, there was no doubt that this patrol was fake, made up of those villains who specialized in killing the disciples of the Aojian Villa.
Four meters, three meters, two meters …
Thump, thump, thump …
While his heart was beating violently, the leader of the patrol was getting closer and closer to Wang Yan. Wang Yan lowered his head, but there was a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes. Then, he quietly put his left hand into his pocket, and his right hand grasped the iron chain used for handrail. The next moment, he seemed to lose his balance, and suddenly fell toward the iron chain bridge. At the same time, his right hand grasping the iron chain pulled hard with all his strength.
Clang!
The whole iron chain bridge suddenly shook violently, like a small boat in a huge wave, as if it would capsize at any time. Those fake guarding disciples suddenly lost their balance and swayed on the iron chain bridge. Even these people with Lightness Skill were in such a state, let alone the handyman disciples on the bridge.
On the iron chain bridge more than ten meters in front of Wang Yan, there were four handyman disciples carrying pickaxes. They were moving forward carefully, but Wang Yan suddenly launched an attack. These people could not keep their balance and suddenly fell to one side. If it were not for their hands holding the iron chain, they might have directly fallen off the iron chain bridge. But even so, when these janitor disciples fell down, it was equivalent to temporarily dividing the fake patrol team into several sections. There was even a janitor disciple who collided with one of them, and that person was so angry that he directly struck out with his palm.
Bang!
At the moment when that person's palm fell, Wang Yan also moved. He pulled the iron chain with his right hand and pretended to fall, but with the help of the iron chain in his hand, he stabilized his body's center of gravity and then knelt on one knee. He slightly raised his head, and with a sound, a thin needle shot out of his mouth like lightning. In the blink of an eye, it went into the calf of the leader of the patrol on the opposite side.
"We've been seen through. Kill!"
The leader reacted very quickly. After being hit, he immediately shouted. While speaking, he grabbed the iron chain with his right hand to stabilize his body, and held the hilt of his sword with his left hand to draw it out of the sheath.
Whoosh!
The long sword made a light sound, and a brilliant sword light chopped toward Wang Yan's head. But Wang Yan had been prepared. He loosened the iron chain in his hand, fell on the iron chain bridge, and rolled backward against the wooden planks on the bridge.
Crack.
A fist-sized hole was split on the wooden planks on the iron chain bridge, but Wang Yan was not in danger. Seeing this, the leader was very angry. He drew back his long sword and wanted to stab Wang Yan again. However, as soon as his right foot took a step forward, his foot went soft, and he fell toward the bridge.
Seeing this, Wang Yan naturally knew that the Muscle Loosening Powder applied on the blow dart worked. His eyes lit up at once, and his right hand reached forward into the hole on the wooden planks. Then he grabbed the iron chain under the wooden planks and pulled it hard!
Clang, clang.
The entire iron chain bridge suddenly shook again, and more violently than before, because this time it was the supporting iron chain that Wang Yan was shaking.
The leader's whole body went soft, and he could no longer stabilize his center of gravity under such violent shaking. He fell directly. When his head was about to fall on the wooden planks, suddenly, a long sword swept toward him. Then a line of blood appeared on the man's neck, and then blood gushed out. The man twitched a few times on the wooden planks and soon stopped moving. As a large amount of blood overflowed, the man gradually slid down the wooden planks of the iron chain bridge in the shaking.
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