"Stop, I have something to say, and I am willing to offer all my spiritual stones!"
Seeing that the fat steward's palm was about to be slapped, a sense of crisis hit him, causing him to almost lie down straight on the ground.
"Hmph, as long as I kill you, all the spirit stones will be mine. Do I need you to donate them?"
Although his words were unforgiving, the speed of the fat steward's palm was subconsciously a little slower.
"I have hidden the spirit stone in a secret place. If I don't tell you, you will definitely not find it."
"Hahaha, you underestimate me too much. As long as I am in charge here, nothing will escape my grasp."
"If I die, and three sect disciples die in the mine at once, the higher-ups will definitely send someone to investigate. It's not certain whether you can continue to be in charge."
As if to survive, or to win the trust of the fat steward, Wang Xuan spoke very quickly.
"It's a joke, Wang Xuan, Wang Xuan, you really think I'm a fool. There must have been a trap in that place a long time ago. How could I fall into your trap? So, you'd better die."
He nodded, seeming to agree with what Wang Xuan said, but in an instant, the fat steward's face turned solemn, and he said with a sarcastic look on his face.
After he finished speaking, he did not hesitate anymore and waved his right hand as if he wanted to kill Wang Xuan on the spot.
Wang Xuan remained motionless in the darkness. Not only did he not feel scared, but his face was calm.
Just when the fat steward's palm was about to reach Wang Xuan's head, suddenly, Wang Xuan, who was sitting on the ground, moved.
The body tilted, narrowly avoiding the palm, and drew out the long sword.
"ah!"
With a scream, the fat steward covered his left leg and howled miserably.
Blood gushed out, and the calf had been severed.
It turns out that all this was part of Wang Xuan's plan.
The reason why he stabbed out with the sword just now was to let the fat steward seize the sword, in order to lower his vigilance.
The sword in his hand now was taken directly from the space ring, and it was Zhan Yida's sword.
"Ah, you bastard, you are looking for death, I will kill you, kill you, ah..."
After being seriously injured, the fat steward cursed loudly.
As for Wang Xuan, after he succeeded in one blow, he rolled out and quickly distanced himself.
Seeing this incompetent and furious guy, Wang Xuan didn't say anything, but stood up and watched quietly.
I was counting the hours silently in my heart, and if nothing unexpected happened, the time would be coming soon.
Sure enough, after more than ten breaths, the fat steward discovered something was wrong.
"Despicable, he actually poisoned you, and you're a swordsman in vain."
Wang Xuan did not comment on the fat steward's scolding. Facing a guy who was a Qi Condenser, he had to be careful.
When the sword was thrust out before, although the main purpose was to let the opponent seize the sword, some poison was also smeared on the sword.
It was a back-up move. Unexpectedly, the fat steward actually chose to grab the sword with his bare hands. With the sharpness of the iron sword, he naturally achieved success with one blow.
As if sensing that there was no movement around him, the fat steward put his left hand into his arms, took out a medicine bottle, pulled out the stopper, and was about to pour it into his mouth.
An accident happened, and a sword stabbed from the side.
A sense of crisis emerged, and the fat steward could only choose to roll on the spot. The pain of his broken leg made him grin.
The blood from the wound was still flowing out. At this moment, the fat steward felt that he could no longer stay here.
If this continues, I'm afraid my life will depend on it.
"Junior Brother Wang, can you let me leave? If you have any conditions, please do so."
He forced himself to stand up. The spiritual energy in his body was already trying its best to suppress the wound and prevent it from bleeding any more.
"Okay, fat steward, I'll let you go as long as the steward gives me two thousand spiritual stones."
"You...you, you, uh...Okay, two thousand is just two thousand. When I get out, I will hand it over to you on the spot."
He sneered at the fat steward's words. In this mine, he was the absolute home. If he went outside, his life would probably be in the hands of others.
"Is the steward taking advantage of my youth? Or is he overestimating his own wisdom? If I let you go, will you still be as good as me?"
"I really don't have any with me now, don't worry, I promise you, I will definitely give you the spirit stone when I get out."
Seeing the fat steward looking like he had nothing on his body, Wang Xuan hesitated a little. Maybe this guy really wasn't lying.
"How about this, you tell me a place, I'll go up and get it myself, and when I get it, I'll come back and let you go, how about that?"
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and the corner of his mouth curled up, and he had an idea.
"This...Okay, then it's up to you, but you must come down and let me go. The place where I hide the spirit stone is three steps from the door, then five steps to the left. The wooden board under my feet is movable.
, that’s where I hide the spirit stone.”
The fat steward looked a little hesitant. If you look carefully at his eyes, you will find a hint of cruelty flashing deep in his eyes, and at the same time a hint of contempt.
After finishing speaking, the fat steward could no longer hold himself up and fell to the ground, as if all his strength had been drained from his body.
"Okay, the time is almost up. In that case, I decided to kill you first."
Wang Xuan had always been very wary of the fat steward. He was not an ordinary third-level Qi Condensation Realm, and at the same time, he could see the murderous intent in his eyes.
No matter what, this guy can't be let go.
If you let the tiger go back to the mountain, you will be the one who suffers when the time comes.
As soon as he finished speaking, he tapped his toes and rushed towards the fat steward.
In the darkness just now, he had already taken the healing medicine, and there was a force in his body that was constantly repairing it.
Now, he can hold a sword with his right hand and barely fight.
"Nick the flowers and smile."
The sword flowers flew in a straight line and shot towards the fat steward.
"Despicable boy, I will fight you."
At this time, the fat steward suppressed the poison in his body. Regardless of the wound on his left leg, he showed determination and raised a pair of fleshy palms to attack Wang Xuan.
Seeing that the opponent was using a strategy of mutual destruction, Wang Xuan retreated instead of advancing, instantly opening the distance between the two sides.
As long as the fat steward takes a rest, Wang Xuan will launch an attack.
Repeatedly, after half a stick of incense, a fat corpse fell to the ground.
Looking at the big bloody hole in his neck, Wang Xuan felt no emotion in his heart.
The real fatal injury is here. It is only after the opponent's energy is greatly consumed that he has the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
After groping around on the body, I found that there was nothing else on the body, and it was just a polished commander.
For a moment, he felt that this battle was really worthless. He had gained nothing, and he was half exhausted and injured.
They cleaned up the battlefield and found a secret corner to bury the bodies.
Looking in the direction of the cave, he rubbed his chin.