Naturally, Wang Xuan could not hear the conversation between Qian Siming and Qian Siming.
At this moment, he was standing quietly on the top of the mountain, looking at the scenery in the distance.
I don't know what I thought of, so I pulled out the iron sword in my hand and felt the edge on it.
The power of the sword-drawing technique was beyond his imagination. After dealing with the four people on the mountainside before, he had a lot of insights in his heart.
The so-called sword-drawing technique, as the name suggests, focuses on "drawing", but before drawing, it is more important than hiding, or hiding.
Hidden but not revealed, concealed but not revealed.
Just like the calm water surface, no matter whether there is an undercurrent surging under the water, the surface of the water remains calm. When the strong wind blows, stormy waves will rise in an instant.
It is also like a clever and top assassin who hides in the world and never comes out. When he takes action, he will definitely kill with one blow, as powerful as thunder.
When Qian Siming's sword struck, he seemed not to move, but in fact he was calm and focused, his eyes fixed on the opponent, the meaning in his heart quietly rising, and finally reaching the peak, he swung out the sword.
For Wang Xuan, this was an epiphany, a great improvement in sword-drawing skills in an instant.
With the improvement of his swordsmanship and the blessing of the iron sword, he finally achieved success with one blow.
Unlike before, it was Xiaohu who had to break Qian Siqing's defense.
"It seems that Qian Siming, the Qian family, may not give up."
"I didn't expect you to be able to improve to this level in this short period of time. It's really beyond my expectation."
Just as he was sighing, a voice suddenly sounded, causing Wang Xuan's expression to change instantly.
"Who? Come out!"
"Haha, don't you recognize me so soon?"
A masked man in black appeared quietly, as if appearing out of thin air, and walked directly in front of Wang Xuan.
The familiar voice and familiar attire made Wang Xuan quickly remember who it was.
"It turns out to be senior. Wang Xuan has met senior."
"No need to be polite, I have seen your progress. It seems..., well, my name is Ning Yiyi, and I am the eighth elder of Wanjian Sect."
He originally wanted to say something, but he changed the subject and introduced himself.
"The boy has met Senior Ning."
Taking off the mask, what Wang Xuan saw was the face of a middle-aged man. He had a handsome face and his hair was tied up casually, looking like a swordsman.
"Do you know how dangerous it was just now? If I hadn't been by your side, that old immortal might have taken action against you."
"Thank you, senior, for your help."
It suddenly dawned on her, no wonder that after Senior Lan showed up, he took Qian Siming away without saying a few words. It turned out that he was afraid of Ning Yiyi.
Even so, he was still a little happy in his heart.
He had met the other party when he was in the Blood Sword Sect and had no intention of showing up.
Now that you can take off your mask on your own initiative, this means that you have initially caught the opponent's eyes.
"Okay, next, they probably won't take action against you. If there are no accidents in the outer disciples' assessment, there should be no problem, but don't take it lightly. I'm going to inspect other places. You can go to the sect by yourself.
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After giving an order, Wang Xuan left without waiting for a reply.
"Oh, it will be great if I can be like Senior Ning sometime."
"Woo...Woo...Woo..."
This was the cry of the little tiger, and Wang Xuan touched its head with his backhand.
"You guy, after following me for a few days, why are you becoming more and more like a cat?"
After saying that, he grabbed a handful of spiritual stones and stuffed them into Xiaohu's mouth.
When the two of them were fighting just now, there were other people there, but when the old man in blue showed up, they were all gone very quickly.
Many people like to watch the excitement of fighting, but if someone who exceeds their strength or even threatens their lives appears, they will all be gone. After all, no one is willing to place their lives on others.
It is true that people like Wang Xuan and others are protected by the Wanjian Sect, but if someone desperately wants to kill them, rescue will definitely be too late.
Their lives were lost, and no matter how severe the punishment was, it had nothing to do with them.
Everyone cherishes their lives, especially those with higher strength, the better they know how to save their lives.
Before entering Wanjian Sect, Wang Xuan had already deeply felt a crisis, and his life seemed to be in the hands of others.
He took a long breath, calmed down his mood, and walked down the mountain.
Knowing clearly that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the Tiger Mountains.
The descent went smoothly without any accidents.
Walking in the dense forest, I feel the last tranquility before joining the sect.
Hold the little tiger's tail with your left hand, wrap your index finger around the tip of the tail, and occasionally twist it gently with two fingers.
"Xiaohu, I feel like you're feeling heavy. Is the food too good?"
This sentence made Xiaohu's tail wag restlessly. He stood up on his hind legs, put his front paws on the top of Wang Xuan's head, and rubbed it. After a while, it turned into a chicken coop.
Just when Wang Xuang was about to say something, his expression suddenly froze, and his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword in an instant, as if he was ready to attack.
The little tiger on the shoulder naturally felt something. His tail waggled restlessly and his eyes looked around.
"Haha, Mr. Wang is really vigilant. I really admire him."
The old voice sounded, echoing in the forest.
"Don't play tricks here. If you want to take action, hurry up, otherwise the strong men from Wanjian Sect will come."
"Hahaha, this isn't something you have to worry about. Since I can come, I'm already prepared. Don't worry, no one will notice even if there is a huge movement."
After saying that, a masked man in gray clothes appeared out of thin air, followed by a long knife with a cold light, intending to take Wang Xuan's head directly.
Being able to use the sword within the scope of Wanjian Sect, especially when he was close to the sect, this gray-clothed and masked man naturally tried his best to hide his identity.
The iron sword was hidden and silent, with a high concentration of energy, locked on the tip of the sword, and waiting for the opportunity.
Unexpectedly, Xiaohu was faster than him.
He let out a shrill scream, then lightly kicked his shoulders and rushed toward the masked man in gray clothes.
It still maintains its small form and has not grown in size.
In mid-air, facing the blade, he turned around, the phantom flickered, and in an instant, he was behind the masked man in gray clothes.
At this time, it swelled in the wind and quickly returned to its original size.
The sharp claws stretched out, the tips of the claws flashed with cold light, and the bloody mouth opened wide, and the attack was already launched.
I'm afraid even the masked man in gray clothes didn't expect Xiaohu to be so strong. A chill suddenly grew on his back, and it was already too late to dodge at this moment.
Because, when Xiaohu launched the attack, Wang Xuan had already concealed the opportunity.
"Drawing the Sword Technique!"
With a low cry, the iron sword was instantly drawn out, swung forward suddenly, and then quickly sheathed.
On one side of his body, he drew his sword and made another move.
One person and one tiger, under a pincer attack, the masked man in gray clothes instantly fell into a disadvantage.