No one in the group of murderers moved, but no one relaxed either. They were cautious and slowly approached Wang Quan.
Wang Quan reached out and took out the book "Xiantian Yiqi" from his arms, and asked with a smile: "Are you here to take my life, or are you coming to take this book?"
Those people didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.
However, Wang Quan still keenly noticed that someone's eyes were scanning the secret book in his hand without leaving any trace, with blazing eyes.
This is difficult to do.
If he wanted to kill him, it might be someone from Zhaixing Pavilion, or it might be someone else.
If you want to get the secret book, there will be even more people.
But looking at the other party like this, he wants both life and secrets.
"Hey, as soon as I had an idea, you guys knocked on the door."
Wang Quan sighed slightly, then laughed out loud, "Ha! Inexplicable vendetta, this is the world I know!"
Having said that, he drew his sword and charged forward.
After burning the incense, Wang Quan put the wooden sword in his hand at the throat of a masked man in black.
The sword was not passed forward.
Because the wooden sword has been broken.
All he had left in his hand was the hilt of the sword.
It is indeed a popular product made by Longquan Town, but it is not durable.
If I had known, I would have ordered the high carbon steel sword a few days in advance.
But he didn't know he would come to the martial arts world a few days in advance.
Damn it, what is the goal of the blind date? And where is it?
Wouldn't this make his blind date skills as useless as the skill of slaying a dragon?
Throwing the broken sword aside, he picked up a long sword belonging to the dead man in black, returned it to its sheath, and tied it around his waist.
Then it's time to leave.
The hoarse voice of the last living man in black could not conceal his panic, "You...won't kill me?"
Wang Quan glanced at him and sneered, "You're new to the industry? Why are you so unskilled in business? And there's a killer who talks to the mission target?"
The man said: "I am not a killer."
Wang Quan raised his eyebrows, "What's the price for killing me? I'll pay double. You don't have to help me kill my employer. You just need to tell me who it is. You can also pay more."
The killer said solemnly: "No, our Duanchen Building has a bottom line. It is impossible for me to tell you the identity of my employer."
"So I'm not still a killer. How do you charge as a killer? For example, how much do you charge for killing people of what level? Is it a one-time payment or a follow-up?"
Wang Quan was quite curious, "For example, if you have more than a dozen brothers here, they will be slaughtered by me, and then your Duanchen Building will have to send stronger people again, otherwise the reputation will be ruined. This
Inappropriate?
"But if we send stronger experts, we may lose money by hiring you. Besides, there are also funeral expenses for our brothers. Isn't this appropriate?"
"So I said your killer organization hasn't closed down yet, thanks to your poster's rich family background." Wang Quan patted his face, "Go back and tell your poster, this kind of business won't last long. If you are interested, you can come and talk to me.
.”
The killer was shocked, "You... you won't kill me?"
"I use money to do things, and I have no grievances with you. Will you seek revenge from me?"
The killer shook his head, "I have failed. After I go back, I will not be sent to kill you again, but stronger killers will be sent from the building."
"Well, there is another question." Wang Quan rubbed his chin, "For example, if you are all killed by me, how did you Duanchenlou know about the mission?"
The killer remained silent.
Wang Quan nodded, "It seems that someone is recording nearby, so what I just said should have been conveyed."
After that, he drew out his iron sword and pierced the killer's eye socket, then threw away the iron sword and found a clean one with a scabbard and tied it around his waist.
Turning around, Wang Quan hummed "Not a Hero" and left gracefully.
............
The next evening.
Lin'an City, inside the city lord's palace.
A middle-aged man who looked elegant and easy-going was talking to a strong man.
This middle-aged man is wearing a moon-white scholar's shirt and a silk scarf on his head.
He is Xue Wushu, the lord of Lin'an City, Wanshu Jinglun.
That strong man is Lin'an garrison Wang Erlei.
"Old Wang, is there any trace of Wang Quan?"
Wang Erlei said in a deep voice: "To the Lord of the City, Wang Quan arrived outside the city last night, but did not enter the city. Instead, he went to Qiantang County to find a papermaking mill. He has not left yet."
"Papermaking workshop? What is he doing there?" Xue Wushu frowned and thought hard.
Wang Erlei asked carefully: "City Lord, you are from Jinglun Academy, do you know where Wang Quan is from?"
Xue Wushu laughed at himself, "I am just an outer disciple, and the nickname of 'Ten Thousand Books of Economics' was just that when I was in the academy, I was not talented enough and could only study hard, and my classmates used it to tease me.
"However, no one knows about Wang Quan's origin. Now we only know that he can wield an unparalleled sword. According to the academy's speculation, his state should be the acquired perfection or even the state of unity between man and nature. Otherwise, it would be impossible to scare away the Zhaixing Pavilion. host."
He rubbed his brows and smiled bitterly, "Why are there so many new faces in the martial arts world recently?"
Wang Erlei asked doubtfully: "City Lord, is there a proud man like Wang Quan?"
"The Proud Ones of Heaven? If those people are the Proud Ones of Heaven, then Wang Quan is just an ordinary young talent."
Xue Wushu sighed: "Yuan Chen from the Buddhist sect, Li Yian from the Taoist sect, Su Zicheng from our Confucian sect, Luo Xiao from the Su Xin Shengzhai sect, and Ye Shuangqiu from the demon sect from outside the territory, they are the true pride of heaven.
"Wang Quan, at best, has the same strength as the direct descendants of other sects."
Even so, the envy in his tone could not be concealed.
So what can I do? Even Wang Quan is in the same realm as him.
But he is a Confucian disciple, and he is fifty-six years old this year.
Shaking his head, Xue Wushu said: "Put Wang Quan's matter aside for the time being. If he can come to Lin'an alive, don't stop him. It is said that everyone can practice to the innate realm. It would be better to put it on him. At least everyone has a goal.
"By the way, I also learned something from my classmate."
Xue Wushu's expression was serious, "The new face in the martial arts world, the white-haired girl who defeated Su Zicheng, the direct descendant of my Confucian sect, with one move has also come to Lin'an."
Wang Erlei was startled and blurted out, "Could he be the innate master under twenty that the city lord mentioned?!"
"Yes, the innates who are under twenty..." Xue Wushu held his forehead and smiled bitterly, "I am afraid that more than one innate will come. Fortunately, I have already sent a message to the scribe, and the teacher promised to send someone to come. You and I don’t have to worry.”
Even so, there was still a worried look on his face.
Now, except for the few top forces in the world who remain unmoved, other forces of various sizes are ready to take action, and many people have even taken action.
What is the purpose of the Salt Gang spreading this news?
"Xiantian Yiqi"...the legendary book that allows people with mediocre qualifications to practice step by step to innate magical skills, why was it born at this time...
Wang Quan...why didn't he flee far away after getting the secret book, but instead rushed to Lin'an City in a big way?
Xue Wushu felt as though the storm was about to come.
"Wang Quan...which sect do you study under? What is the purpose of the forces behind you...?"
............
"Master Wang, a thousand copies have been printed overnight. Do you think..."
"How dare you complain about suffering when you don't even have nine-nine-six?" Wang Quan leaned against the wall, half-smiling, "Boss, I promised you I'd increase the money, so why worry about this?"
As he spoke, he took out another handful of banknotes from his arms and handed them over.
In the paper mill in Qiantang Town, the boss wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took the banknote from Wang Quan with a trembling voice.
"Boss, you get half of this thousand taels of silver, and the other half goes to the craftsmen."
"It saves money." The boss nodded hurriedly.
Seeing that he still didn't know how to work, Wang Quan turned over the secret book in his hand out of boredom and said with a chuckle: "Boss, it's only the craftsmen who pay to go to the hut, how can you, the boss, be lazy?"
The boss looked outside the room, turned pale, and ran back to the workroom to continue the rubbing work.
Wang Quan shrugged and glanced outside the room.
Outside the house, corpses were strewn on the ground, and the corpses stretched from three feet outside the door to ten feet away.
Standing, more.
There are all kinds of people, and there are all kinds of weapons.
However, their eye expressions are relatively uniform.