The Broken Knife Is Hopeless? Start With The Fusion Of The Demonic Knife Thousand Blades

As the saying goes, take people's money to eliminate disasters for them.

After conveniently seizing some of his own spiritual stone pills, Yang Lin got into the spiritual police car and left.

in the car.

said the spiritual police captain sitting in the passenger seat.

"I didn't expect that the villagers of Sanhe Village actually relied on eating human flesh to enhance their cultivation. They were really poisoned by that man named Song Liu."

"Hey, Yang Lin, you should be a first-year graduate from Beijing University. Killing Song Liu with your own hands is really awesome."

"First grade?"

"I am a first-year student, but I am not a first-year graduate. I will not be considered a first-year student at Beijing University until school starts in a few days."

"???"

"What!"

The spiritual police captain stretched his neck, shock revealed on his face.

"You said you...just awakened your talent?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Fuck."

Almost at the same time, the driver and the spiritual policeman sitting next to Yang Lin spoke their minds.

What the hell, a person who has just awakened is only in the second level and is holding himself to death.

How could it be possible to kill a Song Liu from the Fourth Realm?

Seeing the eyes of the people around him, Yang Lin could only say:

"I just took advantage of him to lock me up and kill his beast."

"A fluke, a fluke."

"The students recruited by Capital University in advance are indeed more perverted than the last."

The driver muttered.

The captain of the spiritual police saw the way Yang Lin looked at the driver and said something.

"Our Jiangnan Spiritual Police Team met one before, and he was also a student recruited by your school in advance. That guy did us a big favor."

"What's the deal? Why haven't I heard you say that, Captain?"

The spiritual policeman sitting next to Yang Lin said that this guy was a newcomer.

"You just joined this year. You must not know that our Spiritual Police Brigade encountered a member of the Tianluo Assassin Organization a few years ago. It was thanks to his help."

Yang Lin immediately became energetic when he mentioned the Assassin Organization.

"Tianluo? What kind of organization is that?"

The captain of the spiritual police glanced at Yang Lin through the mirror, hesitated for a moment, and explained:

"Tianluo is one of the world's most famous assassin organizations. Although it is not as good as the eight major assassin organizations, it is not much lower. They are all targets of arrest by our spiritual police."

The driver was bored and also mentioned it.

"Yes, there are currently eight major assassin organizations in the world."

"The Bloody Sect of the Bangzi Kingdom, the Mafia in the Lighthouse Kingdom of Mafia, the Asan Kingdom, the Ninjas of the Fuso Kingdom, the Skull and Bones Society of Tsarist Russia, the English Brotherhood, and the remaining two are the Temple of Hell and the Seven-Colored Sect of our Dragon Kingdom, The Seven Color Gate is also called the Seven Kill Gate."

Yang Lin nodded secretly.

Except for the Qisemen, which he had just met, he had never had any contact with any of the other assassin organizations.

"It seems that if I want to build the strongest assassin organization, then I have to trample them all under my feet."

Yang Lin thought secretly in his heart.

If you want to do big things, you must be ambitious enough.

Set a small goal, first gather six Niu Boyi people to gather the seven assassins among the shadow assassins.

He, Yang Lin, is now the first one, commonly known as the polished commander, and serves as both the leader of the organization and the first assassin member.

After a little fantasy, Yang Lin returned to reality.

Appropriate fantasy is helpful to the mind and body, but excessive fantasy and addiction are not fun.

"But I have to say that the college entrance examination will start in a few days. You have passed the test and entered Beijing University. How will other candidates live?"

The new spiritual policeman sitting next to Yang Lin joked with a smile, but he immediately shut his mouth the next second.

He saw in the mirror that the captain was glaring at him with an extremely fierce look.

"Ahem, we are spiritual police, be serious."

The new spiritual policeman straightened his posture and looked serious.

Yang Lin smiled and closed his eyes out of boredom to regain his strength.

...

Back in the city center, the captain of the spiritual police thoughtfully sent Yang Lin to the airport.

In the eyes of passers-by, the captain and Yang Lin waved goodbye and drove away.

"This seven-color door... what exactly is it?"

Under the noses of so many people, Yang Lin did not dare to take out the token to check.

Take out your phone and use the limited information on the Internet to find what you need.

Soon, Yang Lin found a post about survival.

After browsing, Yang Lin reluctantly turned off his phone.

After reading the entire short essay, the other person is telling you from head to toe that you should not have contact if you can.

"I remember that person's name is Han Wen, right? Let's search for him when we return to the rental house tomorrow."

...

The next day, Yang Lin got off the plane and rushed back to the rental house.

Turn on your computer and go to the website.

Browsed through the assassin rankings.

Yang Lin now knows that this thing is not reliable at all.

The information found is incomplete, and now I am still lingering at the bottom of the fourth line, and I have not improved at all.

"This ranking is based on the responses. Most of the people who made this thing did it casually."

After complaining, Yang Lin entered Qisemen in the search box.

After the web page is refreshed, information related to the seven-color door will appear.

[Qisemen, one of the eight major organizations in the world, ranks second in overall strength. There are seven gates in the gate, known as the seven secrets. 】

So much for the introduction.

The Qisemen can only release so much news to the outside world.

Yang Lin touched his chin, took out the token given by Han Wen, the man in black, and put it on the table to observe carefully.

"Why did he give me this thing, to extend an olive branch to me?"