- In order to accumulate the experience required for this relatively successful operation, I don't know how many assassins were pulled out of the rooftops of tall buildings, from winding alleys, and even from black-smelling gutters by his subordinates trained by the Grand Commander, and tortured in torture cells mixed with the smell of rust and feces and urine, and finally exhausted their physical strength to death. (Fengwu Literature Network)

The only attack closest to the target had all but ended all hope of an accidental assassination.

Thus most of those who have embarked on this path have now chosen another path, which seems to be more direct and faster than the accidental assassination, but at the same time it is also a one-plank bridge, a one-plank bridge built by the noble man with his self-confidence so strong that it cannot help but be questioned, and this bridge that trembles when someone walks through it is a trap set by that person.

Occasionally, some people think of the siege of wolf's fangs, which is pitch black in the quiet of the night, and at the same time grins like a row of sharp teeth towards the starlit sky, which is a standing that devours intruders.

Under the control of the nobleman, as soon as he had the idea of doing it, the heavy tripod would become a tray in the hand of the urchin, and when the finch fell into the shadow under the basket, the naughty boy would pull down the long, shadowless thread in his hand, and at one end of the thread was tied a wooden rod that supported the open mouth of the pan.

To describe Wang Chi's behavior in a contemptuous tone, it seems to be a shadow of a child, in short, there is no rule of conduct of those in power. And if you objectively say it, Wang Chi is using himself as bait, and he believes that his bait will never be swallowed by those people he deliberately put in.

Only his city will devour others, and he trusts his friends and men.

He had not done this once or twice, and although his motives and purposes for doing so were clear, there were still quite a few people who were willing to sprint towards the single-plank bridge, for the best chance seemed to lie ahead of the most dangerous path.

Wang Chi was confident that he would not fall into the hands of such a young person, so he would deliberately stand in a certain place as a target on a certain day every few years. But there were also those who committed the assassination who firmly believed that he was looking for death. For the assassin, there is only one success, but many deaths are paid for this time. As for Wang Chi, he can only die once.

Only on that day would Wang Chi withdraw the strongest force defense around him three steps away, and as long as the strongman took one more step back, it would be as if he was ten steps closer to the target for the assassin.

But despite this, they failed repeatedly. This has to make some of them retreat and cowardice.

Is there really anything in the world that can't be done?

Change the background, change the place, change the person to do it. It's not necessarily impossible. What's more, Wang Chi is just one person. There is only one life, and his use of himself as bait will sooner or later be terminated by the counterattack of those prey he trapped.

Now it seems that the opportunity to replace the background is coming, and it is a different group of people who have seized this opportunity. It is these disciples from Yutian Sect who are standing in the No. 3 private room on the second floor of Deyi Building at this moment. They were about to learn from the other sect master who was coming here that the strongest martial artist around Wang Chi was about to leave Beijing.

But before that, they were first hindered by a fellow disciple.

The reason for obstruction is that Wang Chi is actually a hidden master by his side, and his strength cannot be underestimated. Even as long as he is still by Wang Chi's side, then even if Li Gai leaves Kyoto and wants to assassinate Wang Chi, the process is still as difficult as climbing to the sky. It is likely that embarking on this road is the result of going and not returning. Even if it was a change of assassins from the Feather Heaven Sect.

Just when everyone in the room learned about the martial arts monk's cunzài, they all fell into a complicated silence, and the door behind the folding sword was knocked again.

Listening to the footsteps of the comer, this time it should really be the guy running downstairs coming up.

Fu Jian let go of the hand that was gripping Ling Li's shoulder and turned to open the door.

Loss of grip on the shoulder. should have felt more relaxed, but at this time, Ling Li only suddenly felt a sinking on his shoulders, as if a pair of cast hundred-pound iron locks were suddenly pressed down, although he stood in place without moving a step, his body shook for no reason.

Wu Qinan, whose eyes were as clear as ice and snow, had a quick eye, and reached out with one hand, holding it on the forearm of his right hand, and wanted to help him sit down.

Ling Li only shook his head slightly, and did not move half a step.

Folding Sword stood at the door of the room that was only half open, and had a brief conversation with the running hall man of Na Deyi Building. Looking from the outside to the inside from this angle of opening the door, it is still impossible to see how many people are in the room, and whether the folding sword is holding something in the hand behind the door, but his expression shows outsiders, but he is more lazy and even has to stand to hold on to the door and does not want to exert more force.

Sorry to disturb the guest officer......

What's up?

There was an old man downstairs who wanted to come up, and he pointed out the room number of the guest officer, saying that you invited him to come up.

What does it look like?

His beard and hair are all white, and at a glance he looks like a fairy wind and bones, and he suspects that he is a warlock with a face, but the strange thing is that he still has a girl by his side.

Oh...... Bring him up, he's my friend from afar.

After saying this, the guy who ran the hall was about to go down to pick up someone, and he was about to close the door with his sword, when he suddenly remembered something again, reached out and took it out in his arms, and at the same time stopped the guy, and said with a slight smile: You look at his appearance, you should be able to guess that this friend of mine has a strange temper, but he is not a clumsy person, if he doesn't allow you to follow after a while, don't be angry with him.

The guy who ran the hall didn't see this kind of person in the private room area on the second floor, and he understood the words of the sword as soon as he heard it.

After taking a broken piece of silver thrown by the folding sword, the guy who ran the hall said with a smile: The best friend of the guest officer is the guest who came to our building, and it is too late for the small respectful service, how can it block the distinguished guest, you can rest assured!

The guy who looked at the Deyi Mansion walked a few steps away before folding the sword to close the door, and when he turned around, a smile on the corner of his mouth cooled.

Seeing Broken Sword's face, Ling Li already knew in his heart, but he didn't immediately say anything to Broken Sword, but looked sideways at his two senior brothers and said: Uncle Fu Jian is coming up soon, I have to make a long story short. If the task he gives you next is really directed at that person, you will most likely not be able to do it.

Sun Jin finally remembered something, and said very quickly: I think of the grandfather and grandson who sang in the wonton restaurant, and the uncle Fu Jian you said was also there just now, right?

Before Ling Li could speak, Wu Qinan on the side had already punched him in the shoulder, and said with a smile or sadness: Xiao Sun, I haven't seen you for a few days, you seem to have become stupid. He was not in the wonton restaurant just now, and he didn't see the process of the matter, so his judgment of Sun Jin was a little superficial.

Sun Jin raised his hand and grabbed the fist on his shoulder and shook it away, not in the slightest intention of playing with him, but he also did not justify anything on this matter.

He only frowned slightly, and continued to say what he had just said: But this is also what makes me wonder. If the old man Fuqin was Uncle Fu Jian, why did he reveal a moment of martial arts when he walked into the wonton restaurant? Wasn't he trying to avoid Wang Chi's attention?

As soon as these words came out, the slight smile on Wu Qinan's face froze.

And for Ling Li, who was also in the wonton restaurant just now, he was also puzzled by Sun Jin's doubts.

I can't figure this out either. Ling Li sighed softly, I left later than you, and it was only because of his hint that I would leave there. When I first left there, I thought he was going to make the first move, so he was in a hurry to come to you, but I didn't expect that you didn't know the details of the matter at all.

Uncle Shi is back again, he has a junior sister with weak martial arts, if he fights with many people, I am afraid that there will inevitably be losses. The puzzled look on Sun Jin's face became deeper, but after listening to what the guy from Na Deyi Lou said just now, it is not difficult for us to imagine that he should have changed his appearance again, and his temperament was calm, not like he had just experienced a fight.

I don't know what's going on...... Ling Li seemed to be silently making a decision in his heart, so he only said half of his words before he groaned, and after a while, he finally spoke: A few days ago, I ......

Before he could finish his hesitant words, the sound of footsteps sounded from far and near in the doorway, ordinary to others, but all too familiar to everyone in the room.

The footsteps suddenly became much faster when they came upstairs, and they only hesitated halfway through the words, and the door was opened by the people who came upstairs.

The moment the door opened, Fu Jian's gaze shot in like a straight sword, and his target was clearly Lingli. And what everyone in the room can see is that Fu Jian's gaze at this time is full of unkindness.

Fu Jian just walked into the room, he seemed to have eyes behind him, and the moment he saw the folding sword close the door, his harsh words came in a calm voice, interfering with the tasks of the sect, eavesdropping on the list of fellow disciples, and cutting the morale of the fellow sect before the new task, these three crimes of violating the rules of the sect are enough for you to stay in the water prison for a whole year.

Thinking of the water prison in the sect that is dedicated to detaining disobedient disciples, there is no one who comes out of there who does not lose a few pieces of skin on his body, Sun Jin and Wu Qinan in the house immediately prepared to intercede for Ling Li in front of his uncle.

However, before the two of them could speak, they heard Fu Jian say coldly: It's just that your poisonous injuries have not healed, I can not return to the sect for the time being, I think you should know how to restrain yourself-