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

Inside the prison.

After finishing his meal, Yang Lin took out the secret book given to him by his old man.

"Hidden and hidden."

"Hell, it's a low-grade earth-level skill. After using it, your aura's presence is reduced to freezing point. Old man, why did you give me this skill? You don't want me to escape from prison, do you?"

The old man glanced at Yang Lin, took out a bamboo stick on the mat and picked his teeth.

"It seems that you still don't know how special your eyes are. Let's put it this way. I estimate that there is a small chance that someone from another country will assassinate you, and a 90% chance of someone from a foreign race."

"Alien?" Yang Lin had done a lot of popular science on matters related to alien races. "But aren't they all hiding in the cave? Oh, by the way, it must be the smarter one among them who disguised himself as a human and escaped from the cave portal."

"You're smart."

"Many of those alien races are among the crowd. On the one hand, they use human resources to continuously strengthen themselves. On the other hand, and most importantly, they collect information on geniuses through various channels. Once they find out which ones are starting to shine, they will hire assassins at high prices. Kill."

The old man lowered his head and said, "If nothing else happens, you are probably attracted by those guys, Xue Tong, I would be surprised if I don't kill you, gurgling."

Yang Lin looked at the giggling old man in front of him with three black lines drawn on his head.

"But I really didn't expect that the person who killed me turned out to be a foreigner."

Tap tap tap!

There was a sound of footsteps, and Yang Lin looked through the wall and saw two jailers holding weapons walking slowly.

The old man's face changed slightly.

"Son, when they come, you will take out your token to prove your identity. Believe me, they will not do anything to the Seven Color Sect disciples."

Yang Lin nodded. He also knew that the only chance to make a comeback now was to rely on the Seven Color Gate Token.

Click!

The cell door was opened.

"Yang Lin, come out with us."

"Um."

Yang Lin stood up, dusted himself off, looked at the old man leaning against the wall and watching the show and said.

"Old man, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you with a drink when I have the chance."

The old man waved his hand as if saying goodbye to the dying person.

"There is no chance, unless you can still think of me in the next life, let's go, have a good journey."

"Come with us."

The jailer closed the iron door, and the two of them climbed the steps and walked out of the underground prison side by side with Yang Lin in the middle. They led Yang Lin to a relatively empty and desolate open space.

In front are black houses, covering a large area.

The prison where Yang Lin is located is a small corner protruding from the outside, with only a two-story building.

"Go quickly. If you don't want to ask for trouble before you die, go faster."

Yang Lin stood there with his hands behind his back without moving.

"What are you doing standing there? Why don't you leave quickly!"

The two jailers were impatient and raised their hands to arrest Yang Lin.

"Wait a minute."

Yang Lin stretched out his hand to block it, and slowly took out a token from the space ring.

"I am a member of the Seven Color Sect. Isn't it a bit inappropriate that your Yama Luodian caught me here for no reason and wants to kill me?"

Seeing the token in Yang Lin's hand, a jailer burst into laughter.

"Oh, you are a fool to let us, the people of Yama Palace, assassinate the people of Qisemen. Your token is fake at first glance, and it is most likely given to you by someone else. After all, this is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened to us. It happened here.”

"Isn't that right? A year ago, there was a stupid boy who took a token and pretended to be a disciple of the Seven Color Sect and begged us brothers to let him go. It turned out that he was an ordinary cultivator after verification."

"..."

Yang Lin was silent.

He now seriously suspected that the old man was a shady businessman who forged counterfeit tokens to cheat people into drinking.

"Not a brother, then if I am really a disciple of the Seven Color Sect and you kill me again, what will you say when I send Brother Han Wen to come to settle the score with you after he finds out that I was killed by you?"

"Are you saying I'm lying to you?"

"Do you think you two, Si Jing... can afford it if you affect two relationships?"

When Yang Lin said this, the two jailers became a little scared.

"Hey, brother, what should we do? I think what he said makes sense, but if we let him go, then we will still be punished if he is a fake. We are in a dilemma."

The jailer brother is obviously much smarter.

"Second brother, today an elder from the Qisemen came to my Yama Palace as a guest. We brought him to the elder of the Qisemen. If this guy is a fake elder, he will definitely be recognized, and the result will be the same... "

He wiped Yang Lin's neck.

Yang Lin was not affected and said righteously:

"Hmph, you know that the elder of Qisemen is here, why don't you take me there quickly."

Now he has no choice but to take it one step at a time.

The worst case scenario is that I can use the system panel to spy on the other party's name, and then pretend that I am a new disciple from another sect as an excuse to see if I can fish in troubled waters.

"Second brother, put handcuffs on him. He must not be allowed to mess around where the elder is."

"Okay big brother."

A jailer took out handcuffs and put them on Yang Lin.

There is no other way now. It is impossible to break out by force, so we can only try.

Big deal...reopen.

Two jailers pressed Yang Lin into the main area of ​​the sect.

Saying hello to the caretaker, the three of them came to a corridor made of mahogany.

Through the wall, Yang Lin saw many Yama Temple disciples practicing cross-legged in the room.

The two jailers came to the largest house in the center.

"It's right here, you two. We are the jailers. The boy who is about to be executed said that he is a disciple of the Seven Color Sect, so we would like to see the elder of the Seven Color Sect to confirm."

The two guards guarding the door looked at Yang Lin, "Seven Color Door? Okay, you wait in front of the door. No one is allowed in until I come out."

"Don't worry, we know the rules."

Yang Lin and others were waiting outside. After a while, the door was opened, and the gatekeeper came out and said, "The elder agreed, you can go in."

"You two jailers are waiting outside here and are not allowed in."

Yang Lin raised his hands locked by handcuffs.

"Untie me."

"The elder is here, so he can't cause any trouble. Second brother, let him go."

"That's good, big brother."

The handcuffs were unlocked, Yang Lin moved his wrists and walked in calmly.

The main hall inside the house.

An old man was writing with a pen, and there were six small tables under him. They were all disciples of Yama Hall.

The purpose of his visit was to teach the six chief disciples of Yama Hall about the knowledge and techniques of assassination and concealment.

At this time, the door was slowly opened, and a young man wearing sunglasses walked in.

The old man looked up.

Yang Lin walked to the center calmly, clasped his fists slightly and bowed to salute.

"I heard that you are a disciple of the Seven Color Sect who was caught here by mistake. Take out your token and show it to me." The old man asked, writing the calligraphy official script "Blade" with the brush in his hand.