After a few days, Wang Yan returned to Zifeng, he missed this place where he used to be, but the outer door in his impression was very different, the battle a few days ago was more tragic than Zhang Xiaobao said, at least Wang Yan felt like this, from the more sparse flow of people after crossing the Feiyan Chain Bridge, to the deserted martial arts arena where there was no more than half of the excitement in the past, and then to the collapsed pavilions that he saw from time to time along the way...

A decaying aura permeated the entire outer gate, and Wang Yan, who was personally placed in it, could finally understand why Zhang Xiaobao was angry at the inaction of the owner of the village and the elders of the inner gate, and at the same time, Wang Yan also faintly understood the helplessness of the fourth lady to leave his state. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sad, angry, angry, Wang Yan felt that he should have such emotions, after all, this was the home where he had lived for five years, but when he stood in front of the residence of the miscellaneous disciples who were already in ruins, he suddenly understood that no one seemed to care about this, and the owner of the village and the elders of the inner gate were still cowering; A player like Zhang Xiaobao can care about the reputation of the sect, but he never cares about the life or death of a mere miscellaneous disciple; As for the fourth lady...

Maybe a wild dog sleeps in the snow, even if he can't sleep from now on, but I'm afraid that it will arouse a few sympathetic eyes, even if it is boiled and eaten in the end, but after all, someone cares. And Wang Yanneng is sure that if he accidentally loses his life in the chaos in the door, no one will care, even Zhang Xiaobao will only treat him as an 'offline distraction'.

Wang Yan is afraid of death, but he is even more afraid that there will be no trace after death, just like him in the past - Zhang Xiaobao's mouth only has a circular simple intelligence, like an experience monster planted in the ground to be harvested, if this is the case, what is the difference between his present and before?

Standing in front of the ruins, all kinds of chaotic thoughts flowed quickly through Wang Yan's mind, and in the end, he felt that he was completely separated from the past, and gradually became a new 'him', a 'him' who completely abandoned the meaningless past and buried it with his own hands, and then prepared to welcome a new life!

This 'he' doesn't want to be born without doing anything, and he doesn't want to be nameless after death; this 'he' hopes to control his own destiny and take the initiative to embrace the unknown; this 'he' still has many desires and pursuits, but in the final analysis, this 'he' understands that everything must be built on a foundation, this foundation is strength, and only strong strength is the foundation of transcending everything!

And if you want to have strong strength, you need to pay too much, Wang Yan can't give anything else, only two things, crazy cultivation and life and death struggle again and again!

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"Phew!"

In the advanced practice field, Wang Yan stood on the plum blossom pile under the scorching sun, after a loud drink, his feet moved rapidly, along the direction of the gossip, the whole person's body changed rapidly on the plum blossom piles of Dui, Li, Gen, and Kan, at the same time, his left and right hands pointed into a sword, and with the change under his feet, the blood sword pointed to the first three styles at his fingertips, and he practiced well.

After staying for more than half an hour, Wang Yan, who was sweating like rain, turned over from the plum blossom pile, and rushed into the 'iron ball array' on the side of the plum blossom pile array without a moment's rest, the so-called iron ball array is actually just some egg-sized iron balls hanging upside down, each iron ball is half a meter apart, and people seem to be able to easily pass through the gap in it, but as soon as Wang Yan enters it, the formation is a strong wind, and the iron balls that are swept by the wind come from all directions.

Wang Yan, who was in the formation, was not flustered, his steps changed, trying to dodge as many iron balls as possible, while trying to dodge as many iron balls as possible, the sword fingers of both hands were quickly pointed out like a storm, and every time the sword fingers were struck, there were always iron balls that flew out. Wang Yan was besieged by countless iron balls like this, moving and rushing into the formation little by little, and when he finally rushed out of the formation, he was already exhausted and had a lot of bruises on his body, but Wang Yan mustered up the last internal force and rushed into a large array that seemed to be muddy...

Plum blossom piles, iron ball arrays, and even silt formations for targeted cultivation of light gong flying techniques, Wang Yan would toss himself until he was exhausted in these cultivation fields that specialized in light gong and fingering every day as soon as he had free time. Wang Yan had never been to the advanced practice ground before, because the fees here were too expensive, and it cost one tael of silver for an hour, but now he would spend two or three taels of silver on the practice ground every day. And under the effect of these silvers, coupled with a pack of Huiyi scattered every day, for most of the month, Wang Yan's blood sword finger first three styles and gossip steps were faintly about to be practiced perfectly, even if he was a little short of the walking skills, he was extremely proficient.

"Blood Sword Finger, Yellow Level Middle-grade Martial Arts, Current Progress--First Type Third Heavy (5000/5000), Second Form Third Heavy (5000/5000), Third Form (4837/5000)

Bagua Step, Yellow Level Lower Grade Internal Strength, Current Progress--Second Heavy (3659/4000)

Walking Gong, Yellow Level Lower Internal Strength, Current Progress - Second Heavy (1066/4000)"

The cultivation of martial arts and internal strength are completely different, whether martial arts or light skills are based on the root bone, the role of comprehension is also great, and with the help of pills and special cultivation places, the cultivation speed of martial arts and light skills is far from internal function, among which the cultivation speed of martial arts is the most extreme.

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By the time Wang Yan dragged his exhausted body out of the practice ground, it had been a long time at night, but Wang Yan had long been accustomed to it, and looking at Zhang Xiaobao who was waiting outside in advance, he smiled and walked over.

"A total of two taels and four hundred wen, give."

Zhang Xiaobao took out some loose silver and handed it to Wang Yan, Wang Yan didn't ask much, and took it into his arms. Since the battle of Peach Blossom Forest for most of the month, Wang Yan and Zhang Xiaobao will go to Wusongling to meet Gu Xiaoyue every hour, and then start fighting for most of the day, in addition to the reward given by Gu Xiaoyue, Wang Yan will hand over most of the loot obtained by killing the enemy every day to Zhang Xiaobao to deal with it on his behalf, Zhang Xiaobao is very righteous in this regard, and the silver he brings back to Wang Yan every time is only a lot more than the market price.

At present, Wang Yan is lucky, the situation in the door has been stable for more than half a month, at least the top masters outside have not appeared, and Wang Yan relies on his keen sense of battle and seamless cooperation with Zhang Xiaobao, the two of them can get a lot of heads every day, and even the two of them have some fame among those scattered people.

But it is precisely because of this that Wang Yan and Zhang Xiaobao will attract more and more scattered people to besiege each other every time they appear now, and in the last few days, if it weren't for Gu Xiaoyue's help, the two of them would have been lucky to be able to save their lives, not to mention harvesting heads.

"Your loot harvest is getting less and less day by day, and I'm the same, it's really getting harder and harder to mix now, those Jianghu scattered people are not low-level intelligent NPCs after all."

Zhang Xiaobao walked to the side and leaned against a big tree, and couldn't help but sigh, recently he and Wang Yan's situation has become more and more difficult, and the harvest is getting less and less, he misses the beginning, just like the battle of the peach forest, when Wang Yan could harvest seven or eight taels of silver just by selling swords and other loot.

Wang Yan had a deeper understanding of the current situation, 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 the past half a month, it stands to reason that those Jianghu scattered people have suffered a lot of losses, but on the contrary, our people are fighting less and less, and there are more and more of them. ”

A thick melancholy appeared between Wang Yan's eyebrows, and Zhang Xiaobao's face was also solemn, and he muttered: "I only hope that the owner of the village and the elders of the inner gate will stop standing idly by, otherwise we are afraid that the outer gate will fall into a situation from which we will never recover." ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaobao looked at Wang Yan and said, "What are your plans?" ”

"Let's take it one step at a time."

Wang Yan didn't know what to do, he didn't like this feeling of powerlessness very much, but even if a little shrimp like him was more prominent in some aspects, he was just a stronger cannon fodder in a real war, and the only thing he could do was to improve his strength as soon as possible and have more power to protect himself.