"Hey, where are you going to take us?" The person who spoke was a beautiful girl in a blue shirt, with a beautiful appearance, beautiful eyebrows, and a slender and slender figure.

"It's coming soon, what's the hurry?" and beside her were two people, one older and one younger, the older one was about forty years old, with big shoulders and round waist, thick eyebrows and big eyes, dressed in gorgeous clothes, like the housekeeper of a certain son's family.

The young one, named Lin Yue, is in his early twenties, his delicate face is never anxious, I think compared to them, the young man is dressed plainly, and it is this young man who speaks.

The ordinary appearance is eye-catching because of the coffin he is carrying behind him.

The coffin was pitch black, sealed by copper and iron, about six feet long, much taller than the boy, and the coffin was covered with yellowed talismans, as if it was sealed with some terrible demon.

is such a person and a coffin, walking on this shoulder-to-shoulder street in a completely disproportionate match, which makes many people look back.

Finally, the three of them stopped in front of a very grand building, which was made of silver sandstone and neon stone, towering and becoming the iconic scenery of this eastern country.

The building is vast and luxurious, with a copper-colored dome that runs from east to west, and looks like a hammer from a distance.

This is the headquarters of the Dongxun National Alchemist Association.

Standing at the gate of the association's headquarters, stopping and looking, the gate alone, twenty people walked in side by side, which was more than enough.

If you want to enter the gate, you need to climb hundreds of steps paved with white silver sandstone, Lin Yue took the lead, strode up, and came to the door, but was stopped by eight men in strong suits guarding the gate.

"Little brother, we are not a funeral parlor here, we don't accept your coffin. The man standing in front spoke, causing the other guards to burst into laughter.

However, Lin Yue's face was indifferent, and he looked at them silently without speaking, until the eight people laughed until they felt bored behind him, and then he stopped laughing, his face was gloomy, and he only felt that the guy in front of him looked at him as if he was looking at a fool, and suddenly said slightly angrily: "This is not a funeral home, you can go back where you come from, don't make Lao Tzu unhappy, discount you!"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. From the beginning of the attitude of these guards, De Lin Yue was in a bad mood, and at this time, he smiled coldly when he was expelled by them, and said it.

"What are you talking about!" Although Lin Yue didn't speak loudly, it was enough for them to hear clearly, and his anger suddenly burned, and a punch was already in Lin Yue's face.

Seeing that the fist was about to be pasted, but it was blocked by a white and tender hand, and when I looked at it, the woman who had been following the boy didn't know when she had come to her, and it was the girl who was punching at the moment.

"Dead girl, stay where it's cool, don't force Lao Tzu to beat women!" said the leading doorman angrily.

It's just that the corners of the girl's mouth are raised, and she is as cold as a plum: "Who is the girl? According to my age, I am qualified to be your grandmother!" After speaking, the palm of her hand flipped and lifted the doorman several meters away.

The doorman who lifted the flight soon fell to the ground, a pain in his flesh, but even more annoyed.

"Give it to me!" shouted loudly, and several other guards immediately took out their weapons, no longer showing mercy to their subordinates, and greeted Lin Yue and the others fiercely.

"Wow!" the chubby middle-aged man screamed and ran away.

"You surnamed Cheng are running again!. Lin Yue shook his head, obviously disappointed that the fat middle-aged man had escaped, but in the disappointment, he seemed to have become accustomed to such a thing, as if the middle-aged man surnamed Cheng had escaped from the battle was not a matter of one or two times.

Lin Yue and the girl were left, concentrating on the few people who rushed desperately.

It can be said that these eight people are well-trained and have a tacit understanding, and they can be divided into groups of three without any verbal conversation, dealing with Lin Yue and the girl respectively.

The other two chased in the direction the middle-aged man was running.

The weapons of the eight men were all black clubs about a foot long, which were made of special materials, and they felt that they were enough to deal with the boys and girls in front of them.

The stick was ruthlessly swung towards Lin Yue's body, but was caught by Lin Yue, who was quick-eyed, and the moment the palm of his hand touched the stick, Lin Yue's eyes closed and opened, although the movements were subtle, but in his mind, there was a shocking change.

In his ocean-like mind, a golden military code that was no more than the size of a palm was instantly flipped through.

This military code is the embodiment of Lin Yue's memories of his previous life.

He has survived for a hundred generations, and all the memories he has accumulated can be turned into such a palm-sized military codex.

It can be said that practicing this military code is a plan for Lin Yue for a hundred generations, a great plan to let himself step on the avenue and compete for the Mandate of Heaven!

In the military classics, it carries all the memories of Lin Yue for hundreds of generations.

When a person dies, the memory also dissipates, but in order to escape the laws of heaven, Lin Yue practiced this military codex, and recorded all the memories of a hundred generations into it, only when he touched the relevant things, he could remember the dusty memories from the military codex.

In less than a ten-thousandth of a second, a streamer of light jumped out of the military codex, and a huge amount of information appeared above the vast ocean of divine consciousness.

Information display:

Name: God Killer Stick

Dimensions: 1 foot 2 inches 6 minutes long, 1 inch 2 minutes wide

Ability: Hitting people only hurts but does not hurt

Origin: In the year of Xuanli, it was invented and created by the folk refiner Chen Sanzhang

Other:......

......

It's all about the sticks in the hands of the guards.

It can be said that as long as it is about this stick, all the information is issued by the military code at this time, and it is reflected in Lin Yue's mind, which is clear and clear at a glance.

This is the memory of Lin Yue's previous life recorded in this military codex, and at this time, the memory reappeared, just like his own memory, which existed in Lin Yue's mind.

"Hmph, does the huge refiner association use this kind of tattered weapon for its subordinates?" Lin Yue, who was carrying the coffin, did not affect his movements at all, and after a few rounds, Lin Yue slapped the incoming doorman and spoke.

The words were all arrogant, making the faces of several guards as blue as cement.

Looking at the girl in the green shirt again, at this time, she snatched the god-killing stick in the doorman's hand, and fell on them one after another, completely crushing.

The three people who were slapped by Lin Yue seemed to have joined their beaten team.

At this time, the doormen who tasted the power of the god-killing stick wailed one by one to avoid the "poisonous hand" of the girl in green shirts, where is the idea of fighting back?

"Spare your life, heroine!" Finally, the men could not bear the pain and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Green Frost. Lin Yue opened his mouth and shouted, and the girl suddenly threw away the god-killing stick in her hand and returned to Lin Yue's side.

But at this time, more people in the Refiner Association rushed out, all of them holding god-killing sticks, and their momentum was like a rainbow.

There were hundreds of people all at the gate, surrounding Lin Yue and Qingshuang!

"Brother Tian, Brother Tian!" The beaten doorman got up and leaned towards the leader as if he had seen a savior.

"Brother Tian, these two guys are making trouble!" the doorman complained.

The man called Brother Tian, who was as strong as an ox, glanced at Lin Yue and Qingshuang lightly, and didn't bother to speak, and with a swing of his hand, he beckoned more than a hundred people behind him to attack.

The crowd was like a tide, but the two people in it were not surprised, and they didn't seem to take the more than 100 people rushing in their eyes.

Lin Yue's hand flipped over, and suddenly, the coffin on his back slammed into the ground like an inverted cone.

"Xiaogu, borrow your strength. Lin Yue whispered in his mouth, but he actually spoke to the coffin, and then tore off a piece of paper on the coffin.

"Whew!" Almost the moment he tore off the talisman, a burst of cold air suddenly erupted from the coffin, sweeping all around.

The cold air roared like a ghost in the underworld, carrying an extremely low temperature across everything!

In an instant, the bodies of all the people who rushed forward lost all their temperature, became stiff and sluggish, and even covered them with layers of snow and frost.

Hundreds of people couldn't bear the extremely low temperature for a while, and collapsed to the ground, only the man called Brother Tian's face sank, and the red glow on his body rose, resisting the cold air.