Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

"Hehe... Since I broke through, I just wanted to find a chance to vent... I didn't expect you to come to my door!"

At this time, Han Yi was the most depressed. He was running away in an avalanche and lost his way. He came across the stronghold of Yingsha Pavilion by chance, and he was immediately excited.

"Wait, wait!" Han Yi seemed to have thought of something and carefully observed the warriors coming in and out below.

These days, he felt that his luck was not good. He could encounter an avalanche just by shouting. Now he was in someone else's territory, so he had to be careful.

"It seems that the strength is a bit weak..." After a long time, Han Yi showed a suspicious look in his eyes.

The warriors walking back and forth in this stronghold were tall and strong, with fierce faces, and they were often carrying hidden weapons, daggers, machetes and other weapons, but...

But looking at them, these people all had values ​​of about 20, 30, and 40, which means that their strength was at most at the bone refining and blood refining stages.

Han Yi himself, now with nothing but bare hands, also has a value of ‘110~134’!

However, Han Yi came back to his senses immediately.

A Tongmai martial artist is not a cabbage!

There is a huge difference between a martial artist and a martial artist. If a blood refining martial artist is the backbone of a sect, then a martial artist is at least an elder or even a sect master!

At that level, it is not something that can be handled simply. One must consider the person’s status, interpersonal relationships, etc.......

“Yingsha Pavilion, Anyan City stronghold, others are afraid of the power behind you, but I......” His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

In fact, the stronghold of Yingsha Pavilion is not a secret in Anyan City. Even when Han Yi asked Bai Sanren to help inquire about the information of Yingsha Pavilion last time, Bai Sanren told Han Yi the location of this stronghold, but Han Yi was weak at the time, and even if he knew, he could do nothing.

There are two reasons why the Shadow Sha Pavilion can always accept assassination missions openly, but no one dares to interfere.

First, the Shadow Sha Pavilion claims to be a neutral force, regardless of good or evil, and does not participate in any gang fights. As long as you pay money and pay a price, you can hire it. Therefore, most local forces will turn a blind eye to it. Maybe one day they will use this group of killers who want money but not life.

Second, and most importantly, every stronghold of the Shadow Sha Pavilion is guarded by masters and has a large number of manpower. Moreover, there is not only one stronghold in a place. The Shadow Sha Pavilion is a huge force spread across the cities of Daxuan. If a certain stronghold is found to be destroyed, I am afraid that someone will come to the door the next day to find clues. If the person who provokes the door is found, he will be killed by thunder!

Of course, the premise of this matter is that the offender can be found!

So, as long as all the people are killed... or their identities are not recognized by others, everything can be solved!

Han Yi had long been unhappy with this sneaky, secret killer organization. Now that he had encountered it today, he might as well solve it. It was just right, and he could really test the combat effectiveness of the Tongmai martial artist!

Thinking of this, Han Yi no longer hesitated. He silently moved the blood and qi in his body and performed the "Shen Yan Shu".

Crackling!

The muscles on his face moved, and the bones and joints of his body were dislocated, and he had changed into another look.

He quickly took out a large black cloak from the package behind him, wrapped his whole body, and put on a black judge mask with a ferocious look, fangs, and flaming eyebrows...

So, Han Yi turned around again, the black-faced judge, punishing evil and promoting good, and returning to the arena!

Whoosh!

He jumped up, without using any blood and qi, but relying on gravity to descend. First, he stepped on the boulder with his left foot to gain leverage, and then turned around and landed lightly in front of the door.

‘Sure enough, after the meridians are opened, the physical fitness becomes stronger, even without using any martial arts, it can do things that were impossible before. ’

At this moment, Han Yi has a deeper understanding of the comprehensive strength of the martial arts master who has opened the meridians.

However, although he was coquettish in these few moves, the black-clothed men passing by only looked at him twice and left in a hurry without paying much attention.

After all, the people who went to the Yingsha Pavilion in broad daylight were either here to entrust assassination missions or to assassinate. In short, there was no good person here.

So, don’t look at others if you have nothing to do. If there really is a thing like "what are you looking at" or "what's wrong with looking at you", it will really become a joke.

Han Yi wore a mask, revealing only a pair of sharp eagle-like eyes. He was dressed in black and deep, carrying a huge iron sword on his back. The sword body was black and shiny, exuding a cold chill, making him look unfathomable. He walked into the cave where the Yingsha Pavilion was located with his hands behind his back.

In front of him was a deep corridor, with brass lamps hanging on the walls on both sides. The dim flames swayed in the air, illuminating the passage ahead. The weak light shone on his body, casting a long, slender shadow.

He walked all the way to the end, and soon, a spacious underground hall came into view.

The temperature in the hall was pleasant and comfortable. There were braziers and charcoal stoves in the four corners, burning red and emitting warm heat.

At this time, several masked people with hidden identities were talking softly in front of the counter in the hall.

After seeing Han Yi come in, several people in the rock counter raised their heads and took a look, then ignored him. People who came to Yingsha Pavilion were all covered up and kept their names anonymous. It was rare for them to show their true colors directly.

Han Yi walked to an empty counter. A man in black was spinning a dagger in his hand and looking at the thing in his hand boredly, as if he was reading a book.

His dress is no different from Han Yi's. He is also dressed in black and covered with a mask. The only difference is that there is a blood-colored circle like a pupil embroidered on his sleeve.

Seeing Han Yi coming over, he stopped twirling his fingers, raised his head, and said lazily: "What's your business? Do you want to announce an assassination, accept a mission, or buy information?"

The Yingsha Pavilion underworld basically does everything, including assassinations, bounties, and intelligence. Of course, the most important business is assassinations.

Han Yi pulled on his mask and coughed lightly: "I'm new to a certain family. Can you introduce me to it?"

"Assassination can be understood literally. Tell us who the target is, and we will evaluate it. If it can be solved, we will quote the price, pay a deposit first, and then pay the rest of the reward after the task is completed!

Of course, if the customer wants to work part-time and earn some extra money, he or she can also apply to join us and take part in bounty jobs. If the success rate is high and the number of applications is high, he or she can apply to become a formal member. After being assessed by a dedicated person, he or she can We are one of our own...

As for intelligence, hey, in our place, any information has a price, divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang, and the price of each level is different. If you buy information with the "Tian" font, then naturally it doesn't matter, it's just about money. ......."

The man in black spoke with a young voice. He seemed to have seen a lot of newcomers like Han Yi. He introduced them in detail, which made Han Yi feel a little embarrassed to carry out his planned plan.

"Haha, of course you don't have to worry about the money, but I heard that your Yingsha Pavilion is the most professional in assassinations. A certain family recently had a big deal. I wonder if your Yingsha Pavilion can afford it!" Han Yi laughed wildly. , like an evil villain.

"Haha, the guests are joking. Only you can't say it, but we can't do it!"

"Guest please speak!"

The young man in black said confidently.

"No, no, this matter is very important. Call your hall master quickly. A certain family must discuss it with him!"

Han Yi shook his head and said solemnly.

The young man in black looked at Han Yi carefully and said hesitantly: "The hall master has a bad temper. If he is easily disturbed by a trivial matter, I'm afraid..."

"The person killed by a certain family was a Tongmai martial artist..."

Han Yi hesitated for a moment, looked around a few times, and whispered.

"Guest, please wait a moment. It's true that I can't make the final decision on the martial arts target. I'm going to report this to the hall master right now!" As soon as Han Yi finished speaking, the young man in black had a hint of surprise in his eyes and quickly turned around and walked to the back hall.

For this stronghold, most of the tasks it usually accepts are for blood refining warriors and Tongmai warriors, which is indeed a big deal!

Maybe, after this order is passed, I will be able to complete my performance for one year!

The young man in black opened the iron door behind the counter and walked around in a hurry. He thought happily that for those of them who were responsible for the back office, there was only one way to live a prosperous life in the organization...

That is to throw away one's own conscience, regardless of gender, age or innocence, accept more orders, make more money, and kill more people!

Soon, he came to Han Yi again, and behind him, followed a man in black.

"Lord Leng Wuyang, this is the person who wants the target to be a Tongmai martial artist..." The young man in black whispered a few words in this person's ear and then retreated.

At this time, a middle-aged man about forty years old walked out of the darkness. He had long black shawl hair, slightly pale skin, a thin face, and narrow eyes. From the outside, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man with a somewhat sick appearance. He was a man, but the whites of his pupils were a strange blood color, just like the blood pupils embroidered on his sleeves.

"You want to assassinate a martial artist?" Leng Wuyang walked up to Han Yi and spoke calmly.

This person is only about 1.7 meters tall, which is a huge difference compared to Han Yi's height of about 1.9 meters.

But his expression was indifferent, and he didn't take Han Yi seriously at all.

Moreover, his face was not covered at all, and he was obviously very confident in his own strength.

"There is an enemy in a certain family who once killed my relatives. Now he has become a martial artist. I wonder if you dare to take over?"

Han Yi pretended to be bitter and resentful, and shouted angrily.

"Haha, just a mere martial artist, why should I care... the number of martial arts masters who died under me can't be counted on my fingers..." Leng Wuyang said nonchalantly with his usual expression.

And he obviously also has crazy capital. In Han Yi's view, Leng Wulang's combat power has reached '108~125', which is only a tier weaker than the current Han Yi!

"However, guests should know that the target is a warrior in the blood refining stage, which requires at least a hundred taels of silver to start. And if it reaches the Tongmai stage..." Leng Wuyang smiled slightly: "If you want to deal with a Tongmai martial artist, just It’s not just about killing him, he must take into consideration the person’s status, interpersonal relationships, etc., and most importantly, the aftermath!”

"Aftermath?"

Han Yi was keenly aware of this word.

"A martial artist is often no longer alone. He or she will have sect forces, relatives, friends, disciples, etc. to help from the outside...

And if our Yingsha Pavilion accepts a mission about a martial artist, after the assassination is successful, in order to protect the safety of the poster, we must eliminate all the connections of this person! "

Leng Wuyang didn't take it seriously, and his tone was as calm as if he was just killing fish and chickens.

Han Yi felt a chill in his heart. The Bai San people had told him before that the organization of Yingcha Pavilion was extremely demonic and full of evil.

Just now, when he first entered the cave, he didn't feel that way. He just felt that it was similar to the Martial Alliance, a platform for warriors to organize and complete tasks. Now it seems that what Bai Sanren said is true... ....

He kept a calm expression on his face, pretending not to believe it, and said: "It is still unknown whether what your Excellency said is true or false. There are at least hundreds of people in a family of martial arts masters. How can it be possible to solve them all!"

"It's easy to hear. It's either poisoning or setting up a formation. Last time, I did it alone..." Leng Wuyang said with a strange smile and caught the conversation.

But immediately, he stopped talking and said with an unkind expression: "Guests don't need to test too much. We will naturally have a way to deal with the martial arts master. If you don't believe it, you can leave on your own!"

"Haha, I'm just curious. Hall Master Leng doesn't have to be so sensitive." Han Yi laughed and fooled him. He continued: "If the target is a martial artist, in terms of price..."

"If you want to deal with someone at the level of a martial artist, there is no definite price. You need to consider the opponent's strength, background, and connections..." Leng Wuyan snorted coldly and said, "However, Tongmai The starting price of a martial artist is at least a hundred taels of gold!”

One hundred taels of gold!

One tael of gold and ten taels of silver, one hundred taels of gold and one thousand taels of silver!

The price for a blood refining warrior is only a hundred taels of silver, but for a martial artist, the price is more than ten times higher!

Han Yi was shocked by the price. He only had a few hundred taels of silver in total. If you look at it, the most valuable thing is his identity as a martial artist!

"So, I don't know who the customer's target is, where is it located, and what is its background?" Leng Wuyang asked Han Yi: "We need to comprehensively consider the price based on the characteristics of the target."

"Hmm..." Han Yi pondered for a while and then said, "Hall Master Leng, have you ever heard of this person named Xue Tu?"

"Blood Massacre?" Leng Wuyan chewed the name over and over in his mouth, lost in thought.