One Thousand Five Hundred and Twenty-eight: The first bird must be beaten

One Thousand Five Hundred and Twenty-eight: The first bird must be beaten

He seemed to know what Yan Huan wanted to ask, and said first: "Don't worry, the arrangements have already been started. Most people are still just people who are seeking fame and wealth, and cannot escape these constraints."

Unexpectedly, Yan smiled and said: "I don't want to ask this, I want to say, don't you think this sword trial meeting is a bit strange?"

"Oh?" Qi Qingshan was a little confused.

Yan Huan recalled the wooden sign hanging behind the innkeeper when he entered the inn, and said softly: "As Song Xuanxuan said, there are indeed too few people.

In this small town, there are only a few inns but they are still not full, which is indeed a bit strange. And I have never seen on a map that there is a small town here. "

"Demon!" Qi Qingshan's expression instantly became solemn.

"Not necessarily." Yan Wan's eyes changed. He looked around and saw that there were still inns and houses around him, but they were outside a city.

There are many warriors like them around. But more people gathered not far away to watch the excitement.

"Perhaps, it's the formation."

Yan Wan grinned, reached out and grabbed the package, and pulled out a slender glass cylinder. With a jolt of internal force, it completely turned into fragments flying all over the sky.

"Take my sword and spare your life."

Suddenly, he turned around, his eyes passed through the obstacles and landed on a round-faced boy with a proud look among the onlookers, his right hand slowly resting on the hilt of the sword.

The young man was stared at by Yan Wan's eyes that were different from ordinary people, and a coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow suddenly grew in his heart. He shivered violently, his face suddenly changed, and he opened his mouth to make a sound.

However, it's too late...

Following a gentle roar, the long-hidden Chi Xiao came out of the box. The strange and dazzling purple-black light was like a cold moon in the sky, and the billowing evil energy was like a huge wave, roaring towards the surroundings crazily.

Not for show, but to kill.

When a sharp weapon is unsheathed, it will be stained with blood.

Kill, kill, kill!

Boom...

The sky suddenly became gloomy, and the long thunderclouds were like deep ink scrolls, completely blocking the sunlight. Thunder and thunderbolts flashed non-stop, and the rumbling sound was like the roar of a beast that shook the ears.

What caught people's eyes was a sword light that shot up into the sky like a giant spear and couldn't be looked at directly.

Die, you will die!

Everyone's hearts were heavy and they no longer cared about watching the fun. They quickly hid around like scattered ants.

In the blink of an eye, only the round-faced young man was left in the field, staring blankly at the sword light. Even though he wanted to hide, the invisible pressure was like a big mountain, locking him in place. land.

He wants to kill me?

He wants to kill me!

The round-faced boy's mind went blank, and all he could think of were these four words.

"Kong'er, hide!"

At this moment, his master's old voice rang in his ears, and his eyes blurred as an old man in green, holding a spear, rushed towards Yan Wan with a solemn face.

Click...

A series of sounds like breaking glass were heard one after another, and the surrounding formations made of demonic crystal nuclei mixed with other materials were completely shattered by the majestic pressure in an instant.

There was a deafening sound, and the sword light pierced the sky.

The red sky pressed down with an invincible force, turning the grass and trees into ashes wherever it passed, and the land rolled up, leaving only a piece of scorched earth. Spanning a distance of tens of meters, it looked like a man-eating dragon, roaring and engulfing the old man.

Boom!

The lingering sound, accompanied by the howling wind, swept up the wind, sand and gravel, and finally disappeared...

Looking at the scene again, the round-faced boy was pale and stood sluggishly on the spot. There was a sword mark between his eyebrows, and traces of bright red blood seeped out from the wound, covering his entire face in the blink of an eye.

But in front of him, the old man holding the gun, the master of the round-faced boy, had long since disappeared without a trace, leaving only a fragment of the gun head, shining with a lonely light in the cold wind, as if to indicate something.

"Your master has saved your life." Yan Wan held up his sword, walked around the young man and walked slowly into the city under the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone.

puff……

Suddenly, blood arrows spurted out from all over the round-faced boy's body, and his decent clothes were soaked with blood in an instant, turning into a deep brown color.

He endured the severe pain and turned around, looked at Yan Wan's back angrily, and shouted: "Why? I have no ill intentions, I just want to..."

Yan Wang stopped and turned back to look at him indifferently: "What do you want to do, and what does it have to do with me? No matter what you do in the world, you have to pay a price."

"So cruel."

Qi Qingshan's pupils shrank slightly, seeing that Yan Wan had no fear, and he was not even worried about the other party's powerful background or revenge. While I felt that he was bold, I also felt an inexplicable chill.

This is what he thought and asked.

Qi Qingshan really wants to know where Yan Wan got the confidence to not be afraid of the other party's retaliation.

Yan Wan's answer was simple: "No matter who they are or what their backers are, whether they are the direct descendants of Jiange or the descendants of a certain big shot.

It should be noted that they were wrong in this matter first, and they could not find an excuse to deal with us anyway. At least for now, they can't take action personally.

Don't forget that this is a sword trial meeting. People from various sects are here. If you openly break the rules, it will really slap these sects in the face.

Even if they want to retaliate against us, they can only endure it for the time being. Or send warriors who are also in the reincarnation realm to come and regain the situation. As long as there are no monsters in the Infinite Realm, there is no need to worry.

Furthermore, if a martial artist is out and is being plotted against for no reason, he should try his best to resist. There should be no one to refute this principle. If it doesn't work, he can just reveal his identity.

At the beginning, they didn't stipulate that people from the imperial court couldn't participate in the sword trial competition, right? Wouldn't it be better if they targeted us because of this? "

Qi Qingshan frowned and couldn't help but ask: "If we are targeted, it will be more difficult, right? They will definitely arrange more resistance to suppress us."

A glint flashed in Yan Huan's eyes, and he smiled: "On the contrary, not only will they not increase the difficulty for us, but they will try their best to arrange low-level opponents."

"Why?" Song Xuanxuan was curious.

"Because of face."

Yan Wan chuckled: "If our identities are revealed, it will represent the face of the imperial court. As we all know, these sects have always been hostile to the imperial court. Now there is a great opportunity to lose the imperial court's face. Do you think they will let it go?"

Qi Qingshan was a little confused: "But, because of this, they will wipe us out sooner, right?"

Yan Wan said: "Swiping us out from the beginning will certainly bring shame to the court, but the benefits to them will not be maximized.

What's more, this conference is not only held by Jiange, but also by other sects.

If the disciples of Jiange defeat us, it will naturally increase their reputation, but will people from other sects be willing to do so? Will they leave this kind of limelight to Jiange?

So the way to do it well is to lift us up first and then suppress them, and then everyone can rely on their own abilities. Whoever can reach the end will be able to swallow our piece of cake.

It can be said that after the people of these sects learned our identities, they regarded us as one of the winning prizes, and only the winners were eligible to receive it. "

Song Xuanxuan held her chin: "But, all of this is based on the fact that our identities are exposed. If we were not exposed, none of this would have happened."

"No, it will be exposed."

Yan Wan said meaningfully: "I just said that if the guy who died had a strong background, due to the current situation, they cannot take action personally, but they can also send out reincarnation realm warriors.

If my prediction is correct, even if the guy who set up the formation has no background, someone will come to challenge us under this banner in two days. It is not so much a challenge as...a test.

He is young, powerful, but has a mysterious origin. If you met such a person, would you be curious or fearful? Do you want to find out their origins? "

"I think!" Song Xuanxuan nodded immediately.

Yan smiled and winked at Qi Qingshan: "Just use this to reveal your identity, and then..."

Qi Qingshan naturally knew what Yan Wan's unspoken words meant.

It was nothing more than asking him to mobilize the warriors he had already contacted and let them spread the news that Yan Wan and others were members of the Imperial Zhenwu Pavilion.

If it turns out to be what Yan Wan expected...

Then, without much effort, the two of them can easily cross the door and find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com all the way to the end. They only need to defeat a few opponents to achieve the final victory.

This plan is much easier and more convenient than the initial plan.

Unconsciously, Qi Qingshan remembered the scene where he had a night conversation with Yan Wan. At that time, Yan Wang said he had a way...could it be this way?

If this is the case, then even if a dark horse or genius appears, they will not encounter Yan Wan and the others. When they first show signs of it, they will be quietly assigned to others as opponents by sects like Jiange.

Because only Yan Wang can be lifted up and held to the commanding heights. Only by defeating them in this situation can the interests of your sect be maximized to the greatest extent.

First: The third-rank tiger head of the imperial court Zhenwu pavilion. He participated in the sword trial competition. He acted arrogantly and had terrifying strength. He defeated countless geniuses all the way. He was about to win the first place. In the end, he was killed by a "lucky" disciple from the X sect. Down.

Second: The third-rank tiger head of Zhenwu Pavilion in the imperial court participated in the sword trial competition, acted arrogantly, but killed the disciples of the X sect at the beginning. It was really a badass.

If you think about it with your butt, you will know that the first one is the one with the greatest benefit.

What is this called?

Elevating your opponent and praising your enemy is equivalent to indirectly elevating yourself!

Only through comparison can you reflect your own value.

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In front of the grave.

A man and a woman stood behind the round-faced boy, looking at the brand new tombstone in front of them with complicated expressions. Their voices were full of self-blame: "Sun Kong, I'm sorry."

"It's nothing." The young man replied indifferently with a hoarse voice, inadvertently recalling a sentence his master once said in his mind.

I remember that before I came here, Master once said that this sword trial meeting would bring together geniuses from all over the world, with different personalities, likes and dislikes.

If he insists on doing this, he will inevitably attract hostility.