Number: PH0332145

Name: Yan Wang

Gender: Male

Age: Seventeen

Character setting: Parents died early, at the age of twelve for the Proud Sword Villa to take in, but unfortunately the qualifications are mediocre, the entry is still a miscellaneous disciple of the outer door for five years, every day back and forth between the outer door martial arts field and the back mountain fine iron cave, circulating in the basic practice and mining. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cultivation: The early stage of the physical realm

Martial arts: The third weight of "Sword Yuan Heart Sutra", the first three styles of "Blood Sword Finger".

Total items: a set of costumes for the miscellaneous disciples of Proud Sword Villa, two copper coins, a hoe with a crane's beak, and two pieces of refined iron ore [Boutique].

Special setting: x additional variable program, the specific function is unknown.

Evaluation: Low-level native, initial experience provides a target, only because of the x additional variable program, the character does not have the ability to copy.

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Wang Yan has no past, his past is blank, but he never thinks about his past, he is always very busy, either practicing or mining, or on the way to practice or mining, he spends every day in this way, until he falls asleep at night, the string of information on it will appear repeatedly, telling him who he is, telling him what to do, and so on, so he has no future, until...

......

"Ding, ding, ding..."

In the long and narrow mine, the sound of the crane's beak hoe hitting the stone extends from the mouth of the cave to the depth of hundreds of meters in the cave, when the middle or mixed with a very slight 'ticking' sound, it is the sound of sweat dripping, it is already a May day, the sun outside is scorching, and the mine is naturally more stuffy, so the miscellaneous disciples who work hard in the cave sweat like rain one by one, Wang Yan is no exception, and it can even be said that he sweats the most, because he is in the deepest part of the cave.

"Straight lady thief, this is hot like this just in May, if you wait for the dog days, you won't die of heat in this hole!"

The voice of complaining came from not far from Wang Yan's side, Wang Yan didn't need to look at it, listening to this voice, the information of the voice owner naturally appeared in his mind: Liu Xiangyi, nineteen years old, flat-headed and short, three years old, medium qualifications, cultivation is similar to his own, and his martial arts are slightly better.

Wang Yan didn't react on the surface, just wiped the sweat on his face and then raised the hoe and swung it down, but there was a slight change in his heart: the weather was indeed hotter, the sweat flowed more, and the physical exertion was faster, so he was afraid that he would be able to finish today's work at night.

"Who said no, but who let us still be miscellaneous disciples, if we can be promoted to a mountain guard disciple, how can we suffer this crime?"

"How can it be so easy, if you want to become a disciple of the mountain guard, you must at least get through the six scriptures, be able to move the sword step, and light the body method is so easy to learn?"

The voices of three and three should be reconciled with Liu Xiangyi's complaints, and the information of the owners of these voices appeared in Wang Yan's mind one by one, and he still did not react on the surface, but he silently thought in his heart: Disciple of the mountain, I want to too.

"I said that you are all well fed, if you have the kung fu to speak, it is better to finish the work in your hands as soon as possible and then go back to practice, and after a while, it will be the annual sword sacrifice ceremony, and if you can stand out a little bit at that time, let alone a disciple of the mountain, it is possible to be directly promoted to an inner disciple."

A voice shouted, Wang Yan knew that this was Fang Jiannian's voice, this person was twenty years old, with superior qualifications, although he was older, but now he has been in the beginners for less than a year, his cultivation and martial arts are beyond his own, and he is already one of the most powerful miscellaneous disciples.

Fang Jiannian has a high prestige among the miscellaneous disciples, as soon as he spoke, the others were silent, but this guy was a little unrelenting, and said: "An inch of time and an inch of gold, practicing martial arts is expensive and diligent, if you don't want to be a miscellaneous disciple all the time, don't waste time, but don't be like some people who have been at the tail of a crane for five years, and the mining has been dug to the deepest part of the hole, like him, sooner or later, he will only be expelled from the door." ”

"Ding!"

Wang Yan slammed the hoe on the mountain wall, then turned his head slightly, and through the faint light of the oil lamp on the mountain wall behind him, he could see that everyone around him saw him at this moment, especially the tall Fang Jiannian in the distance, his eyes full of contempt and disdain were clearly reflected in Wang Yan's pupils.

"Let's work, everyone cherishes time, don't end up being a waste like him."

Ding, ding, ding...

In the cave, there was only the sound of the crane's beak hoe hitting the stone, but Wang Yan was motionless, although the expression on his face did not change at all, but the hands holding the crane-beak hoe were tightly closed, and the bone joints burst out with a slight sound.

Rubbish?

Wang Yan only felt a flame rising from his heart, but the flame spread and brought a strong bitterness, he wanted to roar but in the end he only asked himself in his heart: Why does my "Sword Yuan Heart Sutra" always stay in the third layer, no matter how it can break through; Why will I never be able to learn the Fourth Form of the Blood Sword? Why is it that he is still the worst martial artist among the miscellaneous disciples for five years after entering the school? Why? Why? Why?!!!

Wang Yan was destined to get no answer, his past was blank, and the only remaining fragments of the past were nothing but the repetitive life of two points and one line, but he still stood in place, desperately trying to get a result, until the loud shouts and screams from the entrance of the cave pulled him out of such a sluggish and crazy state.

"Kill!"

The shouting and killing sound suddenly rose, followed by the screams one after another in the mine, the miscellaneous disciples beside Wang Yan all stopped mining, and silently rushed towards the entrance of the cave with a pickaxe, and when Wang Yan came back to his senses and raised his head, he was the only one left in the deepest part of the cave, in addition to the screams that he kept hearing in his ears, he could faintly see a beating white rainbow not far away, with each beating of the white rainbow, blood splashed, and one by one Wang Yan's familiar miscellaneous disciples fell to the ground.

Is that a sword light? Someone has entered Proud Sword Villa?

As soon as such a thought arose, Wang Yan almost instinctively clenched the pickaxe in his hand, just like those miscellaneous disciples before to step forward to fight, but as soon as his left foot stepped out, the whole person stopped like a malfunctioning machine, and stood still with a strange appearance, the reason why he was like this was only because an inexplicable thought was born in his mind.

'If I go up like this, I'll be like Liu Xiangyi, Li Jin and they will be killed, right?'

Die? Die! ’

Wang Yan didn't really understand what 'death' meant, but he was afraid from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't know what to do, so he stood in place strangely and motionless, but the change of the situation in the field was not transferred by his will, only to see that the white rainbow was beating closer and closer, and then a figure was rushing towards the depths of the cave.

"It's funny, this monster can run away on its own."

An unfamiliar voice came into Wang Yan's ears, and before the words fell, the owner of the white rainbow also shot towards the depths of the cave, in an instant, Wang Yan saw clearly, at first the figure was Fang Jiannian, this guy who regarded himself as a waste ran towards the depths of the cave with a frightened face, and not far behind Fang Jiannian, a white man wearing a navy blue robe and a jade crown was holding a long sword, and his body approached Fang Jiannian at a very fast speed like a swimming fish.

Light work!

Just at a glance, Wang Yan was sure that the person holding the long sword was carrying light skills, Fang Jiannian would definitely not be able to dodge, and he killed several people in a row, if he was discovered, he would definitely be unable to escape death, what should he do? What should I do?!

Between the lightning and flint, Wang Yan turned his head violently, and then picked up the crane's beak hoe in his hand and slashed it down at the oil lamp on the mountain wall behind him.

Click.

The oil lamp fell, and Wang Yan stepped forward to extinguish the wick, and the deepest part of the cave suddenly darkened, completely falling into a lightless darkness. A moment later, a strong wind rushed in from the half-long corner not far ahead, and Wang Yan knew that it was Fang Jiannian approaching.

"I also know that the lights are off, it's interesting, I can't say that I met the legendary low-level and high-intelligence elite monster today, and it seems that there is hope to reveal the secret."

Just behind Fang Jiannian, the white man followed closely, and with the faint sword light reflected from the long sword in his hand, Wang Yan could vaguely see that this person actually jumped up after the words were settled, and soared into the air, like an eagle striking the sky, the long sword directly attacked Fang Jiannian's heart, but Fang Jiannian ran forward regardless of it.

Ugh.

In the next moment, the sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh sounded, and the long sword in the white man's hand passed through his heart, Fang Jiannian stopped, the frightened look on his face froze, but his mouth twitched slightly and made a slight sound similar to wailing, and the whole person gradually fell to the ground.

At a close distance, Wang Yan just watched Fang Jiannian, who had not been able to live before, die like this, his heart twitched fiercely, and the fear of death in his heart was even worse.

""Stepping on the Sword"? It's a secret! ”

The white man's voice was full of surprise, and for a while, the whole person stopped, and reached out to reach out somewhere on Fang Jiannian's body, but at this moment, Wang Yan moved, and the extreme fear did not make him daze again, under the shadow of death, he was actually a short body rushed out like a bull, and instantly crashed into Fang Jiannian's arms, who had not yet completely softened, and then he wrapped his arms around Fang Jiannian's waist, and pushed forward desperately, only to hear the sound of '呑呑', Fang Jiannian's body went straight to the hilt of the long sword.

"And weird?"

The sudden change made the white man startled, but before his words settled, his right foot suddenly hurt, but it was Wang Yan who let go of Fang Jianhou and rolled on the spot, and the crane beak hoe in his hand swept towards the white man's lower plate, and suddenly, the white man's right foot and ankle were hit by the tip of the crane beak hoe.

"Ahh

The white man screamed in pain, followed by the hand holding the sword, and jerked back, wanting to pull out the long sword, but the blade of the sword was too deep into Fang Jiannian's body, and it was difficult to pull it out in an instant, and at this point, Wang Yan kneaded his body and stood up, his left hand pointed into a sword, and the blood sword pointed at the first type of blood that directly attacked the perineum of the white man's lower body.