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

The leaders of the two major organizations have their own agendas.

In the eyes of the Seven Kills leader, their Black Hand gang is a bunch of idiots.

Yellow-haired idiot.

A fool who can only speak Farkelshet.

Yang Lin on the side checked through the panel and found out that this person was the leader of the Black Hand Gang, similar to the identity of the leader of the Dragon Kingdom.

The strength is at the eighth level and the ninth level, which is slightly inferior to the master of Seven Kills.

It's no wonder that the leader of Seven Kills is not afraid of them at all, his strength lies here.

"The competition starts in five days. You'd better not lose too badly then and make the stick country, Yingjili Fuso and the others laugh."

"After all, you are all about the same strength."

The leader of the Seven Kills had a handsome face and a mocking tone.

David Stephen frowned.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat the leader of Seven Kills, he wouldn't be as strong as him.

Otherwise, I would have gone up and slapped it in the face and said something to it.

"Coin Pool!"

Imagination is imagination. As the leader of a gang, he cannot do it easily.

"Hmph, Jack, let's go."

David Stephen snorted coldly, turned around and left with Jack.

"Wait for me."

Before leaving, Jack gave Yang Lin a look with mocking contempt in his eyes.

He had just used his skills to detect that his opponent from the Seven Kills Sect was just an ant at the fifth level of the fourth realm. He was in the late stage of the eighth level of the fourth realm and stepped into the ninth level.

As a genius, he is naturally arrogant.

That kind of look shows disdain and contempt for everyone in the same realm.

Sitting on Yang Lin's shoulder, Xiao Zi drooped her legs and muttered.

"Master, this man deserves a beating."

Yang Lin nodded, indicating that Xiao Zi was right.

"He really deserves a beating. When the official match starts, we will kill him."

"Good master."

"Tsk, these Black Hand gang members are still as arrogant as they were a few years ago."

The leader of the Seven Kills turned his right hand and took out a blue paper fan.

"I really don't even know how we lost to us in the last competition."

Elder Si looked at the direction in which the two people were gradually disappearing, and then looked at Yang Lin.

"Yang Lin, if you run into him later...beat me hard!"

Except for Qisemen and Yamaluodian, the eight major assassin organizations have a lot of hatred between them. They are the kind of people who usually get into fights when they meet occasionally when they are out on missions.

"Don't worry, he is no match for Yang Lin."

The leader of the Seven Kills flashed his fan, his expression calm and calm, and his mood was not affected by the other party's arrogance just now.

The real winner will come out in five days, and now it’s time to see who has the last laugh.

"Seven Kills, you guys arrived before me."

At this time, a rough voice came from behind.

The three of them turned to look.

Yang Lin discovered that this was a middle-aged man with a naked upper body, an extremely muscular figure, and five-clawed over-the-shoulder black dragons tattooed on both shoulders.

The leader of the Seven Kills gently waved his fan to blow out the breeze, with a smile on his face as if he had seen a friend for many days.

"Black Rakshasa, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you, Yama Hall?"

"Hahaha, that's right, let me introduce to you. This is my genius disciple of Yama Luodian. He is an abandoned baby I accidentally picked up in the forest more than ten years ago. As you know, we two brothers drank together in the past few years. This child was only seven years old at that time, and now he is nineteen years later. Come, Black Soul, say hello to these friends from the Seven Color Sect."

Black Soul, who was standing next to the leader of Yama Palace, Black Rakshasa, took a step forward, clasped his hands in fists and said to Yang Lin and everyone:

"I'm the Dark Soul."

He glanced at Yang Lin.

"This is the first time we meet, what is your name?"

Yang Lin smiled and replied: "Yang Lin."

This was the first time he met the leader of Yama Palace, and he gave off a very domineering feeling.

This black soul is somewhat the opposite, giving people a very cold and cold feeling.

"Master, I'm going to the competition venue first. If you need anything, you can call me directly."

"Well go ahead."

After getting the answer, the elder jumped into the distance and flew away.

This competition venue must be carefully inspected before the start of the competition to prevent any old organization from setting traps like the last competition.

"Qisha, you haven't introduced this little guy to me yet."

"Wait a minute, let me think about it first. The person you like is definitely not an ordinary person. Please tell me what makes him so talented."

Hearing this, Xiao Zi, who was sitting on Yang Lin's shoulder, raised her head slightly, as if she was waiting for praise and praise.

"Rakshasa, your character is still so straight after all these years."

The leader of Seven Kills smiled and said: "This kid has given me a lot of surprises. When the game actually starts, it won't be too late for you to watch."

"Oh, I'm very curious when you say that."

Black Rakshasa looked Yang Lin up and down.

When he looked into Yang Lin's eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I see......

"Hahaha, then let's wait for the game to officially start." Black Rakshasa grinned a few times.

"Master, let's go somewhere else. It's boring to stay here~" Xiao Zi, who was sitting on Yang Lin's shoulders, swayed her legs in boredom.

Yang Lin agreed in his heart and said to the leaders in front of him:

"Master, let me go to the competition venue first to get familiar with it."

"Well, go ahead and remember that you are a disciple of my Seven Kills Sect. No matter who you meet, as long as they dare to challenge you, it will be over. There is nothing that your leader cannot handle."

"Even if there is, your Black Rakshasa leader will help."

The head of the Seven Kills still spoke in a calm and gentle manner.

Yang Lin showed a smile on his face.

Good guy, is this the benefit of having a hard background? It’s so cool.

"That's right, little guy, you are a disciple of the Seven Kills Sect. If you lower your head when you meet other members of the Assassin Organization, you will lose the face of the sect. Therefore, you don't have to be afraid of them at all. Those elders and leaders will not dare to take action. .”

"Because they know that once they take action, they will face oppression from the other six assassin organizations." Black Rakshasa said.

Yang Lin nodded and jumped into the air.

Watched Yang Lin leave.

Black Rakshasa smiled and said: "Okay, Qisha, we have recruited such a talented disciple."

"No, it's just so-so. The main reason is that this kid works very hard."

...

Flying away from the teleported altar, Yang Lin landed in the surrounding woods.

He doesn't like noise much, preferring the scene in the woods.

"I didn't expect that when I first went abroad, I would see this forest in Australia. This forest was probably created by a certain boss who rubbed the spiritual energy to make it grow for viewing."

The surrounding woods cover an area estimated to be the size of twenty football fields.

There are grass squirrels, fish, insects and other things in the woods.

"Master, let's find some ferocious beasts to practice with. You haven't fought with me for a long time."

Xiao Zi, who was sitting on his shoulder, said.

Yang Lin glanced around.

"There should be no ferocious beasts in this kind of forest established in the area around the competition."