The implication is that if you can't pass, you will die inside.
Chen Yan thought for a while and asked: "Beautiful lady, do you have any weapons that I can lend me? I just learned the Thunder Knife, but I don't have a knife?"
"Beautiful young lady?" The woman in the coffin showed her beautiful look again, "Yes, yes, I like this title very much, so I will reward you with a knife to kill a chicken!"
"Bang!"
A knife that was two meters long was thrown out.
Chen Yan's eyes widened and he looked at the woman's skirt in surprise.
Where did she take out such a big knife?
He checked the sarcophagus just now and saw no knife?
Women are so amazing, so open to all kinds of things!
"Go away, little trash!"
As soon as the woman waved her hand, Chen Yan and the two-meter-long chicken-killing knife were all drawn into the opened door and fell to the ground.
Chen Yan was shocked. The young lady's strength was really unfathomable.
At the same time, I am also a little excited. Following a young lady like this, there should be a bright future. If I can pass these eighteen trials, can I defeat the leader of the Martial Alliance?
Thinking like this, Chen Yan actually heard a rooster crow.
Taking a closer look, he saw that this was a narrow alley, dilapidated and shabby, and in the middle of the alley stood a chicken, staring at him eagerly.
The key is, this chicken is too big, bigger than a calf!
"Holy shit, is this a chicken?"
Looking back, I saw that the door had long been closed.
And the giant chicken screamed loudly and rushed towards Chen Yan.
The sound was loud, almost like a tank.
Chen Yan's eyes widened, he grabbed the chicken-killing knife and rushed forward!
No matter what, you must not die at the hands of a chicken.
...
Go to Beijing.
A high-end club.
Murong Lin was enjoying the foot massage service from two beauties. The two beauties put their hands into the tub, gently squeezing and slowly kneading. The service was very considerate.
Murong Lin also closed his eyes very comfortably and waited for Nighthawk's people to deliver Chen Yan's head.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"
There was a gentle knock on the door.
Murong Lin raised his eyebrows and thought that he was finally here. It was still ten minutes before twelve o'clock. If the boy's head hadn't been delivered at twelve o'clock, he would doubt whether Nighthawk was empty.
The person who came in was none other than his junior brother, Ma Zhongde.
Because of Murong Lin's relationship, Ma Zhongde has now become a member of the Wu Meng and is Murong Lin's most loyal subordinate.
"Elder brother!" Ma Zhongde saluted respectfully.
"Where's the head?" Murong Lin asked immediately when he saw his empty hands.
"Nighthawk failed and failed to kill that kid." Ma Zhongde said.
"What?"
Murong Lin stood up immediately and stepped on one of the women's hands.
Although it hurt, the woman did not dare to cry out.
Murong Lin looked angry: "What's going on? Nighthawk can't even kill a rubbish doctor now? Then what else can they do? They might as well switch to killing chickens instead."
Ma Zhongde said: "The people from Nighthawk said that the boy has disappeared and cannot be found! Moreover, the Martial Alliance Intelligence Hall has received the latest news, saying that the boy may be an intermediate grandmaster or a poison master. Senior brother, you...
....maybe not his match."
"boom--"
When Murong Lin heard this, his aura instantly exploded.
The massage beauty whose hands he stepped on screamed in pain.
But it was okay that she didn't scream, but the scream cost her her life.
In anger, Murong Lin slapped her Tianling Cap with his palm, smashing the head of such an innocent woman until it exploded on the spot.