Chapter 10 Relaxation Leads to Troubles

The next day, Elder Feng left three medicine bottles full of essence-condensing pills and a note asking Wu Yan to practice well, and then dressed up as a wandering doctor, carrying a small cloth bag on his back and leaning on a wooden crutch with an old medicine gourd hanging on it, and left the Iron Sword League.

After Elder Feng left, Wu Yan was the only one left in the entire Qiancao Valley. Wu Yan's mood also became inexplicably cheerful. With Elder Feng's promise, his range of activities was no longer limited to Qiancao Valley, so he planned to go out for some fresh air.

That day, Wu Yan finished his practice, packed up simply, and walked out of Qiancao Valley. What made him depressed was that shortly after he walked out of Qiancao Valley, Lu Chunyang and Hua Chunsheng, who had been guarding the entrance of the valley, followed him with their arms folded, like a ghost with hanging boots.

Along the way, wherever he went, these two young disciples with indifferent faces followed him. This made Wu Yan feel very uncomfortable. If Elder Feng had not said before he left that he would send several disciples to follow him every day to ensure his safety in Xiaogushan, he would have thought that these two people were here to monitor him.

Wu Yan slowly wandered around Xiaogushan. He was full of curiosity about everything in Xiaogushan. This was the first time he had really visited the entire Xiaogushan since he joined the Iron Sword Alliance.

Not to mention, during this tour, he not only saw many beautiful scenery of Xiaogushan, but also learned a lot about the situation in Xiaogushan. Although Lu Chunyang and the others had a cold and arrogant expression, and even had some contempt in their eyes, as long as Wu Yan wanted to know something, as long as he didn't ask about the taboos of the Iron Sword Alliance, they would answer any questions, and the answers were detailed.

This time, he really understood how powerful the Iron Sword Alliance was. Xiaogushan was just the core headquarters of the Iron Sword Alliance, with more than a thousand core disciples. Except for the twelve disciples of the leader, the rest of these true disciples are scattered under the command of the four deputy leaders of the Fengyun Hall on Xiaogu Mountain.

Below the deputy leaders, there are two inner halls and ten outer halls in the Iron Sword League, with a total of twelve hall masters. The head of the Sutra Library has the same status as the hall master. These twelve hall masters and one head are all core elders of the Iron Sword League. These eighteen first-class masters, including the leader and the elders, constitute the power core of the entire Iron Sword League.

Below the elders, there are more than two hundred core true disciples. This group of elite disciples who may be promoted to first-class masters at any time can be regarded as the most elite members of the Iron Sword League. The remaining more than eight hundred true disciples are also second-class masters.

As for the other outer disciples, there are even more. Some of these outer disciples serve as errands and deacons in the main hall, some serve as guards on the outer hills, and some manage the taverns, casinos, inns and other businesses opened by the Iron Sword League in nearby towns. This group of disciples is the largest, with a number of more than 3,000 people.

Wu Yan is one of the more than 800 true disciples. It's a pity that he didn't learn martial arts and swordsmanship, and he might not even be as good as an outer disciple. No wonder Lu Chunyang and Hua Chunsheng, who are both outstanding among the more than 200 elite disciples, looked at him with absurdity and disdain.

Although Wu Yan felt a little embarrassed, he thought about it in a blink of an eye. These two elite disciples are now his bodyguards? His mood got better inexplicably. Especially along the way, when all the young disciples who saw the three of them, this strange combination, showed expressions of surprise and envy, his vanity was still slightly satisfied.

Wu Yan originally planned to go out to play with Zhang Tao. Who knew that when he ran to the Deacon Hall to inquire, Zhang Tao has now become a true disciple of the Iron Sword League. His master is the thin and weak middle-aged man in the Law Enforcement Hall, his second uncle Zhang Tangzhu.

Zhang Tao went to Wild Wolf Valley with his uncle these days. This year's selection of entry-level disciples has begun again. Zhang Tao was assigned to Wild Wolf Valley to perform patrol and supervision tasks.

Wu Yan walked towards the Iron Sword Platform with a bit of loneliness. This is where the inner disciples of the Iron Sword League practiced. Wu Yan really wanted to see how those inner disciples practiced swordsmanship. He had been very enthusiastic about this for a long time, but Elder Feng had never taught him martial arts and swordsmanship, but instead watched him practice the nameless formula every day. This made him feel somewhat puzzled and regretful.

On the Iron Sword Platform, there were quite a few inner disciples practicing swordsmanship there at this time. When Wu Yan walked onto the Iron Sword Platform, the disciples were practicing a set of swordsmanship in unison under the supervision of a burly young man with a hideous scar on his face.

Those disciples who were practicing swordsmanship stopped their actions when they saw the three people coming up. Many disciples, who were already holding swords, clasped their fists towards Wu Yan from a distance, and walked towards him with smiles on their faces.

Wu Yan scratched his head, a little at a loss. He didn't know any of these people, why were they so polite to him?

"Hello, Senior Brother! Hello, Second Senior Brother!"

"Hello, Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, how come you two have time to come to the Iron Sword Platform today? Are you here to teach the junior brothers how to practice swords? That's great!"

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These people passed Wu Yan directly and bowed to Lu Chunyang and Hua Chunsheng behind him, with unusually cordial and respectful expressions. No one looked at Wu Yan straight in the eye. Wu Yan then realized that these guys were greeting the two bodyguards behind him, not being polite to him.

"Brothers, hurry up and practice swordsmanship. This set of Fengyun swordsmanship is the foundation of our alliance. It has been a great force in the martial arts world for more than a hundred years. It has its own unique strength. You must not slack off. When you practice internal strength in the future, you will naturally understand its power." Lu Chunyang smiled rarely. These brothers were so respectful and affectionate to the two of them, and the two felt very proud. Especially the guy who was teaching them Fengyun swordsmanship was standing there with a cold face.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, aren't you two guarding the door for Elder Feng? How come you have time to come here today?" The burly young man with a hideous scar on his face said gloomily and weirdly.

"Xiao Wu, how can you talk like that?" Hua Chunsheng frowned, then stared at the scar on the young man's face with a half-smile, and said: "Junior Brother Wu wants to come to the Iron Sword Stage to play, and we brothers will naturally follow. Are you still bothered by the scar on your face? Didn't Hall Master Zhao also say that this matter cannot be blamed on our senior brother. It was caused by your lack of skills. Do you still want to compete with me? Senior brother, I don't want to leave anything on your face again."

When the three met, the smell of gunpowder was very strong. Wu Yan was inexplicably caught between the two parties, and suddenly found that the young man with a scar on his face looked familiar. After a closer look, he recognized this person. The appearance of this young man vaguely resembled the young man in brocade clothes, Wang Feng, who he fought. Looking at the young man standing next to him who was also burly and strong, Wu Yan smiled bitterly.

The burly young man looked at him with resentment on his face, and his fists were clenched and creaked. It was Wang Feng. This kid, I haven't seen him for a year, he has grown so strong. Last year he was still a little fat boy, but after a year of training, he has become a big guy.

"Brother, it was this kid who beat me last year. Isn't he the true disciple of Elder Feng? I want to challenge him now. Doesn't this violate the rules of this alliance?" Wang Feng looked at the tall and thin Wu Yan, with a vicious and bloodthirsty grin.

The hideous scar on Wang Bai's face twitched, and his expression was terrifying. He took a deep look at Wu Yan and said to Wang Feng: "Of course it doesn't violate the rules of this alliance. As long as he accepts the challenge, you can have a fair fight here."

The disciples around, seeing that there was something exciting to watch, gathered around and made a lot of noise, encouraging the two to fight here.

Wu Yan glanced at the crowd and found that most of them had expressions of watching the excitement on their faces, so he felt helpless and disgusted.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in playing with you." Wu Yan shook his head and turned to leave. What a disappointment. He wanted to come here to see how the inner disciples usually practiced, and even wanted to learn a few moves, but he never expected to meet the Wang brothers here.

"Coward, stop right there!" Wang Feng was anxious, pointing at Wu Yan and scolding, "It's okay if you don't want to compete, you must kowtow to me and admit defeat, apologize, otherwise, don't think about leaving here today!"

Wu Yan looked at Lu Chunyang and Hua Chunsheng, neither of them had the intention to stand up and speak. Even Lu Chunyang's eyes were still full of a playful expression, and Hua Chunsheng was even more excessive, and he actually curled his lips with some contempt and disdain.

Although Wu Yan wanted to rush over to compete with Wang Feng. But he didn't know anything, and rushing over to compete would only bring humiliation to himself. He simply ignored these people and walked towards the exit of the Iron Sword Platform.

The crowd looked at each other at first, and then booed loudly, mocking Wu Yan for being timid and cowardly. Although they didn't know Wu Yan's identity, the sword suit he wore was real, that of a true disciple of the Iron Sword League. Compared to the inner disciples who had not yet become true disciples, they naturally felt that Wu Yan's behavior was too contemptible. He ran away without even daring to compete.

"Bah, a true disciple, but he doesn't even have the courage to compete with us inner disciples. How shameful, which elder's disciple is he?" Someone whispered.

Some people also saw it, and pulled the person who was shouting, and whispered: "Shut up, he is the true disciple of Elder Feng. Elder Feng knows that he is the only elder in this league who can prepare Qi Gathering Pills. Disciples who offend him, you will never get Qi Gathering Pills in the future."

"Oh my god, why didn't you say it earlier? Oh, it's bad. I shouted so loudly just now, don't let him hate me."

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Wang Feng wanted to chase, but was stopped by Wang Bai.

"Third brother, he is just a coward, why bother with him so much? Go practice swordplay. Let bygones be bygones, he is Master Feng's disciple after all. You haven't developed your inner strength yet, maybe you will have to count on Hall Master Zhao to ask Master Feng for a Qi Gathering Pill for you in the future. If you offend him now, who knows what will happen. Just bear with it."

"Bah, what the hell! So what if he is a true disciple? Aren't you scared when you see me?" Wang Feng spat disdainfully, and waved his fist at Wu Yan's back with some complacency.