Chapter 53: Rescue the Lost
0.1 Origin Point? Quite a small amount. It seems that Bian Jiu has been stuck at the entry level for quite some time. His foundation is so solid.
While Wang Yao was thinking, he felt the slightly increased strength in his body. Why was the increase so small?
Wang Yao continued to focus his mind on the Small Success of the Wild Wave Fist and added some points!
"Ding, do you want to consume 0.5 Origin Points to upgrade the Wild Wave Fist to its full potential?"
"yes!"
This time, there were relatively large changes in the body. Strands of breath emerged from Wang Yao's dantian and flowed through his meridians throughout his body. Wang Yao unconsciously practiced the breathing technique of the Wild Wave Fist.
Is this what internal energy is? Is this how we reach the internal energy realm in this world's martial arts?
Wang Yao still couldn't believe it. With only 0.5 origin points, he could break through to the realm of the elder of the Kuanglang Gang, the first level of martial arts.
Although he had never come into contact with the internal energy of this world, Wang Yao was very familiar with true qi and there were some similarities.
With some luck, his whole body was filled with warmth and his strength returned. Wang Yao made a quick decision and decided to climb up.
He carefully took off the clothes that were stuck on him, climbed up the cliff along the dead tree, then grabbed the protruding rocks with both hands and climbed up like a monkey.
Fortunately, it is not high, and it is summer, so the cliff is dry and not slippery.
But every step Wang Yao took was like walking on a tightrope, with an abyss below. If he fell, he would be smashed into pieces. There would not always be a dead tree to hold him up.
More than half an hour later, when Wang Yao's shallow internal energy was about to be exhausted, he finally climbed to the top of the cliff. At this time, the sky was already dimly lit.
"Huh, why does this start feel so familiar?" Wang Yao gasped for breath and lay on the ground, not wanting to move.
During the climbing process, he wanted to improve the level of the Wild Wave Fist more than once, but his internal energy was not good enough.
However, Wang Yao forced himself to hold back because he wanted to find a better martial art to improve it. The Wild Wave Fist was a bit weak.
Fortunately, this improvement had the effect of strengthening his qi and blood. At least he was not as weak as before due to excessive blood loss. After his internal energy was restored, Wang Yao prepared to go down the mountain.
Facing the dim morning light, Wang Yao walked briskly along the mountain path. Although his internal energy was weak now, his physical fitness had indeed improved a lot.
The pursuers really don't care about a small fry like me. There wasn't a single guard at the several crossroads and narrow passes. Wang Yao was originally very cautious, but now he feels a little indignant.
The cicadas and birds were chirping incessantly in the forest. Wang Yao thought, forget it, revenge is coming in a big way, and was just about to relax.
A voice shouted in frustration, "Gu Ying, as the tenth on the Yellow List, how could you just run away? Show some demeanor of a master!"
"If I don't run, will you come and kill me? Old man Hong, you are a master of the Xuanbang, how could you be so cruel to this young man who is not as good as you!"
Before he finished speaking, a young man wearing a sky-blue short-sleeved shirt and holding a knife appeared on the mountain road, followed closely by a skinny old man.
Wang Yao felt something was wrong. Yellow list, black list? He quickly tried to avoid it.
Unexpectedly, the young man in the short shirt was delighted when he saw Wang Yao, and he shouted to Wang Yao: "Second brother, help me block it for a while, I will go ahead!"
Wang Yao's expression changed, and the old man's expression also changed, and his pace of pursuit suddenly slowed down.
Why didn't Bian Jiu remember such a big brother? Did this little thief have help?
Wang Yao was quick-witted and quickly turned sideways into the forest, running away without looking back.
As he ran, he shouted, "My whole family died a long time ago. I don't have a big brother like you anymore."
The young man running in front staggered and almost fell when he heard this. What a ruthless man.
The old man didn't know he was almost tricked, so he sped up and chased after him, cursing angrily: "Little thief Gu Ying, you have used all kinds of crooked tricks, let's see how you escape today."
Even though the two people in front and behind had disappeared, Wang Yao in the forest did not dare to come out at this time, but waded down the mountain through the weeds and bushes.
On the long way down the mountain, Wang Yao's clothes were blown to pieces, and his face and hair were covered with broken leaves.
He had lost his way without realizing it, until he finally pushed aside a bush and saw the road at the foot of the mountain.
A group of disciples from the Juling Pavilion, wearing black tights with the word "Juling" written on their chests, were walking towards this side, carrying several captives from the Kuanglang Gang.
Isn’t this the main road leading to Kuanglang City, where the Kuanglang Gang is headquartered? Why did I run back?
Wang Yao felt something was wrong when he saw the disciples of Juling Pavilion. Then he looked again and found the road extremely familiar. Had he walked into a trap?
"There is a lone guy over there. Look how miserable he is. Hahaha!" At this time, a disciple of the Juling Pavilion walking in front discovered Wang Yao.
"Go, catch him." Several disciples of the Juling Pavilion rushed up with their fangs bared and were about to catch Wang Yao.
"Xiaojiu, why are you still here? Run!" A woman wearing a light yellow silk dress, with a pale face but still beautiful, shouted from the group of prisoners at the back.
It was Wen Bingdie, the best senior sister to Bian Jiu since childhood. She had to be saved. The faint throbbing in his soul made Wang Yao feel helpless.
Although Wang Yao could ignore these things due to his high status as a ghost immortal, he still had to bear some of the consequences since he used someone else's body.
"The waves are rising!" Wang Yao skillfully used the Wild Wave Fist at several disciples of the Giant Spirit Pavilion who were rushing towards him.
"Bang, bang, bang."
It was different after entering the first realm. After a few punches, the people who wanted to catch Wang Yao all fell to the ground, wailing continuously.
"Is this Xiaojiu? How come he is so powerful?" Wen Bingdie said with a small mouth, extremely surprised. In his impression, although Bian Jiu was hardworking, he had no talent and could not beat anyone.
Wang Yao did not stop, but rushed towards the escort team. He would not hold back unless the enemy attacked.
With the support of his internal energy, Wang Yao moved very quickly. He rushed to a stunned disciple of the Juling Pavilion in a few steps and knocked him away with a punch.
The disciples of the Juling Pavilion around also reacted at this time. They thought that a stray dog dared to attack actively. This was intolerable.
"Kill him! Let's go together and kill him!"
The disciples no longer wanted to capture Wang Yao alive, and they drew their various weapons and surrounded him.
There is only one characteristic of people who leave the Juling Pavilion, which is that they are very strong. Everything they learn is for the purpose of increasing their strength, and they focus on breaking all the laws with one force.
However, it was just a team escorting prisoners. These disciples had only been in the sect for a few years and none of them had reached any level in martial arts.
Having internal energy and not having it are like heaven and earth apart. Those who cultivate internal energy are core disciples, and are also the backbone of the Juling Pavilion.
What's more, Wang Yao had no lack of combat experience, so even though he was besieged, he was not hurt at all, but instead suffered heavy casualties among his own enemies.
Every time they were hit by a punch, one disciple would be seriously injured and lose the ability to fight back. For a while, the sounds of broken bones and fists hitting flesh were endless.
Watching Wang Yao leisurely defeating his opponents one by one, the eyes of an old man among the captives were full of surprise. He whispered to Wen Bingdie about Wang Yao's information, wondering when such a good talent emerged in the gang.
Just when everyone was frightened by Wang Yao's hammer and wanted to flee in all directions, the sound of horse hooves was heard.
It turned out to be a disciple of the Juling Pavilion from the rear, riding a horse towards here. He was dressed in white and looked very handsome, but his expression was very angry.
The man in white shouted, "That boy from the Kuanglang Gang, stop being so arrogant! I, Huang Ling, will meet you in person!"
When the old man among the captives saw that it was Huang Ling, his face changed drastically. He anxiously urged Wang Yao, "Bian Jiu, hurry up! That's the master ranked 931st on the Yellow List!"
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