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The three of them flew in the air and walked out of the portal with the disciples of Yama Hall below looking up at them.

Coming to a forest, Yang Lin looked around.

"The portal is actually hidden in such a location. No wonder most people don't know where the headquarters of Yama Palace is."

Han Wen said with a smile: "Not only do outsiders don't know, but even the branches deployed in various places don't know how to enter the headquarters."

"Our Seven Color Sect uses the same method to build the headquarters in a new space. Only my two sects have such a heaven-defying method."

"Then why don't other sects also learn from our Qisemen Yama Palace?" Yang Lin asked curiously.

"That's because among the eight major assassin organizations, only our ancestors from the Seven Colors Sect and the Nine Realms of Yama Palace have such heaven-defying methods. The ancestors from other sects have come here to ask for advice, but they were all rejected."

Yang Lin nodded and thought for a moment, feeling something was wrong.

"As for the top eight organizations, I don't even know their names now."

Speaking of this, Han Wen and Elder Si's expressions obviously changed slightly.

"That's because since the fall of the Black Leaf Sect hundreds of years ago, no one has dared to claim to be the world's number one assassin organization."

Yang Lin's heart skipped a beat.

No wonder he couldn't find any information about the world's number one assassin organization. It turned out that it had perished hundreds of years ago.

Han Wen laughed, "Despite this, I, Qisemen, can only call myself the second child, you should understand."

Yang Lin showed a smile that I understand.

It turns out that I dare to say that I am second, but no one dares to say that I am first.

In this way, isn't Qisemen secretly still the world's number one assassin organization?

This background, this backstage, tsk tsk tsk.

"Stop chatting now. I will take you back to Qisemen."

Hearing this, Han Wen stretched out his hand.

"Junior brother, hold my hand and hold on tighter when Master casts the spell."

Yang Lin was a little confused, but he still caught him.

Why don't you just fly faster? It's not like I can't stand it.

Seeing that he was ready, the elder of the department used his technique and waved his hand.

Whoosh.

The three people were wrapped in a strange force and disappeared instantly.

When Yang Lin opened his eyes again, he found that he was on top of a mountain.

Hoo ho ho!

A strong hurricane swept through.

Yang Lin looked at the scene around him.

The foot is almost 80 degrees vertical, and the hillside is full of sharp gravel.

The estimated altitude visible to the naked eye is at least 2,000 meters above sea level.

Also, what the hell is this teleportation? !

He ran from the jungle to the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye.

Looking again, there is no sign of Elder Si Na Laodeng on the top of this bare mountain. Only Senior Sister Han Wen and him are alone.

"Junior brother, look carefully. Our sect entrance is set up at the south peak of Huashan Mountain, with an altitude of 2154.90 meters."

"You should remember the formula I tell you. You will need to use this formula to enter and exit from now on."

Yang Lin nodded and began to listen carefully.

"Seven colors and seven kills, seven months of flowing fire, open!"

With a loud shout, the space in front of him began to distort, and a blue vortex portal slowly appeared.

"It's very simple. The first half of the sentence refers to the seven sects of our sect, and the second half of the sentence is the reason why our ancestors chose to set up their headquarters here."

"Um."

Yang Lin secretly wrote down the formula and followed Han Wen into the whirlpool portal.

After a slight dizziness, Yang Lin found that he had arrived at a super wide area.

In front of the house is a large area of ​​​​houses, and behind the houses are hundreds of kilometers of mountain peaks reaching into the sky.

These scenes are very similar to the immortal Penglai land in Yang Lin's fantasy.

Unfortunately, this is modern times.

"Flying inside the Qisemen is usually prohibited except for important events. We are currently at the entrance and can only fly to the sect gate in front."

"good."

Yang Lin responded and flew to the gate with Senior Sister Han Wen.

"Hey, it's Senior Sister Han Wen. Is this the new disciple?"

Seeing Han Wenfei coming, the gatekeeper walked over and asked.

"Well, he is Master's favorite disciple."

Looking at Yang Lin's appearance wearing sunglasses, the gatekeeper thought that he was worthy of being the disciple favored by the elders because he could pretend.

"My name is Zhong Mishan, and I am the gatekeeper disciple who has recently taken up the post."

"Yang Lin."

Zhong Mishan walked to Yang Lin and said with a smile:

"Junior Brother Yang, let me tell you, if you have the opportunity in the future, you must try to work as a janitor. The benefits are good, and you can get two high-level spiritual stones at the end of the day."

"How about it, are you interested in finding out more?"

Zhong Mishan raised his eyebrows, held a high-grade spirit stone between his two fingers, held it in front of Yang Lin's face and shook it.

Han Wen watched this scene and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Yang Lin back, fearing that if he listened for a second longer, he would be deceived by Zhong Mishan.

"Come on, Junior Brother Yang, I will take you to your residence."

"Hey, I must try it when I have time. It's really perfect."

Behind him, Zhong Mishan raised his arms and shouted.

Han Wen was a little speechless.

"Don't listen to him. He came to see the gate because he made a mistake and was punished by the elders. Although he will get spiritual stones as salary this month, it will never be as rich as the reward you get for completing the task."

"That's it."

Yang Lin looked back at Zhong Mishan.

Good guy, he looks quite honest, but I didn’t expect him to be a sixth grader.

Han Wen took Yang Lin to a square.

There was an endless stream of disciples wearing black sect costumes on the square.

It looked like he was taking on a mission.

"This is the Zongmen Square, and it is also the place where missions are received. On weekdays, disciples receive assassination missions here."

"Different tasks give different rewards, but you still have to do what you can."

Then, Yang Lin was led to a separate courtyard.

"This is your residence. Your cultivation and life are all here. All kinds of living facilities in the sect are equipped with delicacies and delicacies. My residence is right next to it. If you have any questions, just ask me."

"I'm going back first. If you're bored, you can go for a walk in the square and see if there are any tasks suitable for you."

After saying that, Han Wen turned around and walked out of the gate of the other courtyard.

Yang Lin took a deep breath and turned to look at the two-story house.

Open the door and walk into the house.

The decoration tends to be classical, and all kinds of furniture are not missing.

Natural gas, rice cooker, power strip, and TV are all available.

Yang Lin sat on the sofa and took out his mobile phone.

"What? There's actually free wifi here, and the signal is still full."

While Yang Lin was amazed, he was also curious about how the seven-color door used to connect the network cable.

"Now that I have joined the Qisemen, what will happen to Capital University in the future? I don't know whether I can go there or not."

"Forget it, there are basically no courses in the university anyway. Normally, even if you don't take classes, as long as your overall strength reaches the standard by the end of the semester."

Compared with the education method of Beijing University, Yang Lin prefers to use constant assassinations to hone himself.

"By the way, I almost forgot about the three thousand thunderbolts rewarded by the system."