After seeing Pang Xianglong off, Chen Yanfei asked: "Is Pang Zong really too weak to be promoted?"
Yang Yifei said: "You don't know that he is weak, he is simply too weak to be seen."
Chen Yanfei pursed her lips and said with a smile: "If Pang Zong hears this, I'm afraid he will commit suicide in shame."
Yang Yifei said: "Only when you know your shame and then become brave can you be promoted to a high level."
Chen Yanfei said: "My disciples have also heard about the killings of sects in the dark world. Some are masters, and some are not yet masters. They are all very strong, and their methods are weird and difficult to guard against. Do you want to deploy a small team to guard them?"
The team she was talking about was the Sword Team.
Yang Yifei said: "You have already said that it is impossible to guard against it, and letting them come will lead to death. I would like to try to see if the strength of this dark world is as terrifying as they say."
Chen Yanfei stopped talking. If the masters fight, no matter how many of them there are, they will die.
She turned to talk about the floating island: "Master's skills in formations are extensive and profound, and they are no weaker than martial arts."
Yang Yifei said: "Do you like it?"
Chen Yanfei nodded repeatedly.
Floating islands are rare in the world. It takes an unknown amount of materials to make an island fly. Even the big sects don’t have such a deep foundation. But my family, counting only two masters and apprentices, actually has one.
The floating island, if you tell me about it, it will scare everyone to death.
Yang Yifei said: "When you become a master, I will give you one too."
"Really?" Chen Yanfei couldn't believe it.
Yang Yifei smiled and said, "As a teacher, would I still lie to you?"
"Thank you, Master." Chen Yanfei jumped up, suddenly threw herself on Yang Yifei, kissed him, and quickly turned around and left, "I'm going to practice."
Her face turned red and she hid in her former cabin, her heart pounding.
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed..."
Yang Yifei smiled and didn't care about his little daughter's behavior. He looked outside and his face suddenly sank.
"Kill the clan? Humph!"
…
As an assassin in the dark world, especially one who successfully assassinated the Grand Master and had the title of Sect Killer, William Zhao is arrogant.
He doesn't accept ordinary tasks at all. He is only interested in taking on challenging tasks like assassinating a grandmaster.
"A grandmaster in his twenties, within a few months, injured and killed several grandmasters, destroyed dozens of masters from major organizations overnight, and threatened that only grandmasters can join him and become his disciples...
Interesting, interesting.”
Zhao William recalled Yang Yifei's information in his mind, carried a backpack, and entered Xiaolin Village dressed as a tourist.
He is tall and handsome, with a warm smile on his face, which makes people fall in love with him at first sight. They would never have imagined that he would be a cold-blooded and cruel killer.
The fighting in the martial arts world has nothing to do with ordinary people. Xiaolin Village is not affected, and with the increase in tourists, it has a tendency to become a scenic spot.
"That's his home. He usually practices in the mountains. There are only his father and a few women at home... He is quite a romantic child."
Like a real tourist, William Zhao first walked around the village, listened to the villagers' various boasts, and even chatted with them.
"I heard that there are old gods in the mountains?"
"Hey, what is heard is, there is."
"Have you seen the house at the head of the village? His boy worshiped the old god as his teacher. Not only did he cure his high-level paraplegia, he also made a lot of money. This village used to be called Xiaolin Village, but now it will be renamed Dayang
Village."
"I heard that the old fairy turned stones into gold, but gold is worthless..."
"No. How else could he afford such a large place? I heard it costs a lot of money..."
"I just don't know if the old god still accepts disciples..."
The villagers and tourists spoke to each other with envy for Yang Yifei.
William Zhao listened with a smile on the side, disdainful in his heart.
Old fairy? Turn stone into gold?
cut!
There may be some old gods, it may be that some senior master is living in seclusion in the mountains, has taken a fancy to the target, and accepted him as his disciple. But the Midas touch is the magic, haha.
If there is a Midas touch, wouldn't it mean there are immortals?
William Zhao was disdainful, but still showed curiosity and listened to everyone's chat.
What he is most proud of is his patience. A killer cannot succeed without enough patience.
Once, in order to assassinate a target, he lay in wait for five days and five nights wherever the target passed by, without eating or drinking, until the target got used to everything and relaxed, and he killed him with one blow and cut off his head.
A killer is not a thug, he is about killing with one blow.
William Zhao always warned himself.
"There are almost no precautions. It seems that the rumors are true. The target is not only arrogant, but also very arrogant. Very good, I like this kind of target."
It is William Zhao's hobby to let his arrogant target fall at his feet and cry for mercy.
William Zhao turned around and saw several people coming out of Yang Yifei's house, and smiled disdainfully.
One of these people was He Chaonan, a member of the Chinese branch of Interpol. When she learned that the dark organization had sent a murderer to assassinate Yang Yifei, she quickly brought people over to try to persuade Yang Yifei to cooperate with Interpol.
"Arrogant, too arrogant." A man behind He Chaonan looked unhappy.
He Chaonan also looked ugly, and Yang Yifei was still so arrogant. Let alone persuasion, they didn't even see each other.
"Who does he think he is? A great master, a powerful person in the heavenly realm? Is he invincible?" Another person said angrily. "You don't even look down on the killing sect. I think he is not far from death, so there is no need to win over him."
"Shut up. Do you want to die for slandering the master behind his back?" He Chaonan shouted. The man's expression changed and he quickly shut up. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was paying attention.
He Chaonan rubbed his brows: "We will work harder these days and monitor the village. Since the God-killing organization has released the word, the Killing Sect will arrive soon."
"That's a sect killer." The man behind her said, "The battle between sect masters is earth-shattering. Once it starts in the village, I'm afraid there won't be many people left alive."
Another person said: "Assassins are all about killing with one blow. Maybe we don't even know when someone succeeds in killing him."
He still felt resentful towards Yang Yifei.
"It's just right. It saves us trouble."
Another person whispered.
"For such contempt for a murderer, he will definitely die."
He Chaonan could only sigh.
In this kind of thing, they are of no use except running errands.
At this time, she saw a man dressed as a tourist passing by. He was sunny and handsome, and she felt a little better.
Her eyes followed the man, and he seemed to sense it. He turned back and smiled at her. The sun was shining brightly, and she smiled back.
At this moment, a bolt of thunder suddenly appeared and struck directly on the man's head.
A bolt from the blue!
The man's expression suddenly changed, his body swayed, turned into a ball of black smoke with a bang, and fled in all directions.
The thunder suddenly changed and turned into a thunder net, covering the black smoke that had not dispersed.
Crackling...
The lightning destroyed most of the black smoke, and the remaining black smoke re-condensed into the man's body. He shouted angrily and was about to leave when a hand suddenly stretched out from the big poplar tree nearby and gently pinched the man's throat.
The man looked frightened and desperate, and was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy.
Click!
There was a soft sound, his neck was crushed, his head tilted, and he died silently.
Yang Yifei walked out of the big poplar tree, glanced at He Chaonan and the others, turned around and disappeared from sight.
Boom!
It was only then that the sound of thunder reached his ears.
As if there was an explosion in their hearts, several people stood there blankly, their minds going blank.
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