Looking at the simple little village in front of him, Feng secretly sighed.
The village is located in the central area of Yunjin Province, less than twenty miles away from the capital of Daqian. The land here is fertile and the food production is abundant. Especially the Yunjin corn grown here is large and sweet, and is widely loved.
With the geographical advantage of being adjacent to the Imperial Capital and its unique planting conditions, just exporting corn to the Imperial Capital and surrounding areas every year is enough for the people in the village to make a lot of money and have no worries about food and clothing.
Therefore, along the way, every villager I met had a calm and sad smile on their face. This was a sense of satisfaction that came from the heart and could not be faked or faked.
Probably no one would have thought that such an ordinary and wealthy village would be the headquarters of the "Wanjin Tower", the first assassin organization in Daqian.
As a shameful assassin organization, it has been operating under the eyes of Emperor Daqian for many years. Instead of being suppressed by the official government, its business is booming and becoming more and more popular. The owner of Wanjin, who has never shown his true face, is naturally not Fuel efficient lamp.
After entering the village, many of the men and women I met along the way looked like out-and-out farmers from the outside. Their appearance, expressions, and clothing were all perfect, and there was no inconsistency in them.
However, Feng knew that at least one-third of the "ordinary villagers" were assassins infiltrated by Wanjinlou.
On weekdays, these people farm and plow, cook and weave, and live a life that is no different from other people. But at night, they cover themselves with scarves and transform into life harvesters walking in the darkness.
For example, at this moment, an old farmer who was grinning, with dark skin, full of wrinkles, and three missing front teeth suddenly raised his hand, and the sickle used to harvest crops in his palm instantly turned into dazzling white light, and went straight to Feng's throat. Come.
The scythe is extremely fast, and the surface of the blade is like a crescent moon, exuding a soul-stirring murderous intent.
A seemingly ordinary old country farmer actually showed the power and speed that only earth chakra practitioners can possess!
The old farmer grasped the timing of his attack extremely well, and the attack position of an unpopular weapon like the sickle was quite tricky, making it impossible for ordinary people to avoid it.
However, in the eyes of Feng, who had already entered the spiritual realm, the old farmer's slash was like a slow-motion replay, without any threat at all.
He waved his hands lightly, as if dusting himself off.
The old farmer immediately flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off. The sickle that originally struck Feng was somehow inserted into his chest.
"boom!"
The old farmer fell hard into the field in the distance, with blood on the corner of his mouth, his eyes dull, and no longer breathing. Until he died, he still had a stiff smile on his face, without showing any fear or shock.
After casually shooting an old farmer to death, Feng's expression remained unchanged and he continued to move forward calmly, slowly heading towards the cemetery in the north of the village.
I don't know if it was because they recognized Feng's identity, but people kept trying to assassinate him along the way. Old people, women, children... in fields, rivers and even trees, terrifying murderous intent filled the world, and thick malice was everywhere.
However, no matter what kind of sudden assassination, they could not withstand Feng's casual wave.
As he moved forward, the roads and fields of the village were soon covered with corpses.
The real villagers were frightened and hid in their houses one after another, not even daring to come out with their heads. They just whispered to the children at home that there was a murderous devil outside, and if they showed up casually, they would be ripped off by him.
, eat meat and drink blood.
Not long after, scattered and crooked stone tablets appeared in front of Feng's eyes. Behind the large stone tablets was a small, dilapidated wooden house. Not far behind the cabin, there were endless mountain peaks.
Feng Shu walked quickly among the cemeteries without even glancing at the stone tablets beside him. He reached the small wooden house in a few steps and pushed open the door.
The house was empty, except for a tattered wooden table and two wooden stools with missing legs. There were only some dusty haystacks and damp broken wood. The air was filled with a musty smell.
Feng came to the northeast corner of the wooden house and moved his hands slowly on the wall, seeming to be looking for something.
"Crack!"
Following a soft sound, the originally airtight wall suddenly made a "rumbling" sound, and then a crack opened in the center, slowly separating to the left and right, revealing a tunnel diagonally downwards.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Just when the wall cracked open about two people wide, dozens of sharp arrows suddenly shot out from the dim tunnel. Each arrow was shining with a strange blue light, which was obviously tempered.
A powerful poison.
The design of this mechanism really makes no sense!
Just when Feng was secretly complaining, the swarming arrows suddenly stopped in momentum, as if they hit an invisible wall, and then fell downward one after another, "crackling" to the ground.
During the whole process, Feng remained motionless, not even raising his hand, but the ferocious poisonous arrows could not cause any harm to him.
Feng entered the secret passage without hesitation and strode forward. Along the way, he would encounter various traps such as ground thorns, wood bumps, and poisonous arrows from time to time. However, he always maintained his forward posture. Once any attack came close, he would suddenly
It failed, as if it had encountered unknown resistance.
Most of the people who take this secret passage are senior members of Wanjin Building, but the traps are densely packed and appear in endlessly, which is a test for the assassins.
The remains of white bones that appear on the roadside from time to time seem to indicate the cruel survival rules of the organization. Even if one of our own people gets old and weak, loses alertness and dexterity, and cannot escape the trap, he will have to be eliminated in this secret place.
In the Tao, he was eventually forgotten by the organization.
The secret passage was very long, and Feng walked slowly. It took him a moment to reach the exit.
The originally narrow and dark secret passage suddenly changed, revealing a wide and bright place, with three tall caves standing in front, each leading to different directions.
This place is obviously located in the mountain behind the cabin.
From outside the cave, you can see that three spiritual crystal lamps are inlaid at equal intervals on the three cave walls, making the originally dark cave bright, which is completely opposite to the style of the long and narrow secret passage.
When he was in the organization, every time he entered the headquarters, he would choose the cave on the left, and in front of the road was the training ground for new assassins such as Leng Wushuang.
As for the cave on the right, there is a group of professional logistics people who are responsible for delivering messages, assigning tasks, and managing property.
But this time, Feng chose the middle path without hesitation.
The road leading to the center of Wanjin Tower.
A path that only gold medal Heavenly Wheel Assassins are eligible to enter.
The road where Wanjin Louzhu is located!
"puff!"
The moment Feng stepped into the hole with his left foot, a sharp and boundless energy suddenly struck from above and went straight to the Baihui point above his head. The moves were both cruel and accurate, with the intention of killing him with one blow.
Feng raised his eyelids slightly and instantly saw that the person who took action was a burly assassin wearing a black turban, and the opponent's weapon was a gleaming sharp dagger.
A gentle white aura emanated from Feng's body and accurately covered the assassin.
The assassin holding the dagger felt his whole body stiffen, and the spiritual power in his body disappeared instantly. Under the influence of inertia, he still flew straight towards Feng.
Feng waved his right hand lightly, and the assassin was sent flying directly, hitting the cave wall hard with a loud "bang" sound, and the scarf originally covering his face was also blown away.
Go out and reveal a rough face with Chinese characters.
Not dead?
Feeling that the burly assassin was still alive, Feng glanced around with a little surprise and saw the man's face clearly. He couldn't help blurting out: "Xiong Da?"
"I didn't expect you to come back on your own." The burly assassin whom he called "Xiong Da" had a face as golden as paper, and his breath was weak. He tried to struggle to stand up, but was unable to do so. "He has become so powerful."
"Have you advanced to the Heavenly Wheel?" Sensing Xiong Da's aura, Feng looked calm on the surface, but was slightly surprised in his heart, "Normally, Wanjinlou's skills can only be cultivated to the peak of the Earthly Wheel."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but picture the kind and old face of his master, Lao Luo.
After Lao Luo, this colleague "Xiong Da" who was quite familiar with him before him once again broke his understanding of Wanjinlou's unknown skills.
It seems that there must be a secret hidden in Wanjin Tower that I don't know about.
"The master's extraordinary skills, cough, cough! How can we imagine it?" Xiong Da's face became paler and paler. He coughed and said intermittently, "In the past, we regarded Wanjin Tower as too simple.
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"I'm sorry." Knowing that Xiong Da was already dead, Feng couldn't help but show a trace of shame on his face.
He is taciturn and has an indifferent temperament. It is rare to find anyone he can talk to, and Xiong Da is one of the very few people he can call his friend.
"What are you apologizing for?" Xiong Da forced a grin and said, "I wanted to kill you. Since I am not strong enough, I will die in your hands. Isn't it natural?"
"What is your last wish?" Feng asked softly.
"I'm a careless and lonely assassin, cough, cough! Where can I have such a wish?" Xiong Da shook his head, "If there is, then I'm asking you to turn around quickly and go back to where you came from.
Don't go to the front and die."
"I'm not here to die." Feng shook his head, "I'm here to kill someone."
"Don't, don't be stupid." Xiong Da was almost about to die, but he still said earnestly, "You are indeed powerful, but you will never be the opponent of the original poster. Don't be self-righteous and lose your life in vain."
"Thank you for your advice." Feng looked into Xiong's big eyes and said word by word.
"No, but with your stubborn temper, you probably won't listen to advice." Xiong Da's voice became softer and softer, "I, I have said this. It depends on you whether you want to listen..."
He slowly closed his eyes, his voice became inaudible, and finally he stopped breathing.
A trace of sadness flashed in Feng's eyes, but they quickly returned to coldness.
Did you make such preparations before coming here?
He turned around, took firm steps, and continued walking deeper into the cave.
"Puff puff!"
Three sharp sword auras struck from different angles, and each sword aura contained a powerful heavenly chakra aura.
Feng's figure flashed and quickly reappeared on the spot. The heads of the three attackers exploded at the same time. Red blood and white slurry scattered in all directions. The scene was extremely bloody.
Three more heavenly wheels!
He counted with his fingers and found that he had seen more than ten Heavenly Wheel Assassins, but they were still emerging one after another. He couldn't help but feel a little curious about the background of Wanjin Tower.
That’s all, I plan to finish Wanjin Tower in one pot anyway. What’s the difference between ten Heavenly Wheels or a hundred Heavenly Wheels?
Just kill them all!
After being puzzled for a long time, he finally stopped worrying and continued to move forward alone, leaving the bodies of Xiong Da and other four Tianlun Assassins behind, and never looked at them again.
The fifth person, the sixth person, the seventh person...
After killing the twelfth attacking Tianlun assassin, Feng finally reached the deepest part of the cave. What appeared in front of him was a huge cave that was hollowed out of the mountain and artificially built.
The cave is ten feet high and twenty feet wide. Most of the area is empty. Only the ground in the center of the innermost part is engraved with complex spiritual lines. Each spiritual pattern is sparkling and dazzling.
, forming a strange spiritual pattern formation.
And around the spirit pattern formation, there were densely packed piles of various elixirs and plants, and the strong fragrance of the medicines filled the air and could not be dissipated.
In front of the formation, a slender man wearing a wide black robe was standing with his hands behind his back, his back to Feng, quietly staring at the spiritual pattern formation in front of him.
"You're here." The man in black robe slowly turned around, revealing the bronze mask on his face, and his voice had a strong metallic quality.
"Lost." Feng greeted calmly.
"When I heard that Lao Luo and the others failed, I knew that you would come back here sooner or later." The masked man, Master Wanjin, looked at Feng up and down, "If you want to end things once and for all, the best way is to eliminate the pursuers.
You really did not disappoint me."
"The host and master taught me well." Feng took a step forward, shortening the distance between him and the masked man.
"I guessed that you would come back." Wanjin Host said slowly, "But I didn't expect that you would be able to break through all the obstacles and appear directly in front of me. It seems that you are much better than I thought."
"The poster is so complimentary." Feng slightly clasped his fists.
"What I saw and heard along the way probably gave you a lot of doubts." Wanjin Louzhu said calmly, with his hands still clasped behind his back, "In order to reward your outstanding performance, I can answer a question for you.
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"You once said that assassins who practice unknown skills can only reach the peak of the earth chakra at most, and very few can live beyond the age of twenty-five." Feng Bing asked bluntly, "Then
What’s going on with Master and Xiong Da?”
"Isn't this simple?" Master Wanjin pointed at the large spiritual pattern formation surrounded by elixirs on the ground, "As long as this 'Heaven Refining Formation' is here, I can not only help others repair the problems caused by the unknown skills.
Despite its shortcomings, you can also use the Earth Wheel Peak Assassin to continuously 'create' Heavenly Wheel masters."
Feng was shocked when he heard this and couldn't help but look at the spirit pattern array carefully.
"This is the treasure formation that I recently asked for the help of 'Zhuge Thatched Cottage' and deduced from ancient classics." Master Wanjin continued, "Sit in this formation for a while and it will greatly increase your cultivation. You will benefit a lot.
Qian, if you are willing to come back to Wanjin Tower and follow me, this 'Heaven Refining Formation' can be used by you, how about it?"
"I won't be an assassin anymore." Feng shook his head and refused without thinking, "I have someone I like."
"I didn't expect that our Wanjin Building actually cultivated a passionate seed." The owner of Wanjin Building seemed a little surprised and a little funny, "For a woman, are you willing to give up a once-in-a-century opportunity like the 'Heaven Refining Formation'?"
"Compared with her, what is a little cultivation?"
When talking about Li Xuefei, a hint of tenderness flashed through Feng's originally indifferent eyes.
"Do you like beautiful women?" Master Wanjin suddenly reached out and took off the bronze mask on his face, and his voice turned into a sweet, melodious, charming female voice, "Then what do you think of me?"
What appeared in front of Feng's eyes was a beautiful face with skin as white as snow and a moonlight shyness.?