The fourth-level disciple took Ling Xiaotian to the reception room, pointed to the chair and said, "You wait here for a while, I'll go find our hall master."

"Okay" Ling Xiaotian sat down with a big grin and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll wait"

A few seconds later, Ling Xiaotian clearly heard the two people inside talking: "When is this, how can you still have the leisure time to absorb talents?"

"No, Deputy Hall Master, I didn't want him to come in, but he said that he was a thirty-second level fighter, higher than my rank, so I introduced him."

"Thirty-two, you're not mistaken, are you?"

"It's absolutely true that his six-pointed star is crimson, no matter how bad he is, he has to be a thirty-first level fighter, he said that it is thirty-two levels, I don't think there is any need for him to lie like this."

"That's pretty much it, you let him in"

In the office of the deputy hall master, Ling Xiaotian made up another name for himself, and concealed the fact that he had joined the Fighter Association, and a few big words immediately cut the deputy hall master unconscious, and he was going to accept him into the Holy Martial Sect on the spot, and directly become a fourth-level disciple without the assessment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ling Xiaotian wouldn't agree so easily, because he couldn't come up with the so-called identity certificate at all, because his identity was nonsense, and his main purpose was to let the old immortal go to the hall master's office and peek at the documents and materials inside.

"That's really unfortunate," the deputy hall master looked sorry and said, "Why didn't you bring your identity certificate, so you have to do it next time"

The main task of each branch is to absorb talents and complete the tasks assigned by the general altar, under normal circumstances, there are only two or three small tasks in a year, so each branch will absorb talents as the first priority, whether it is the hall master or the deputy hall master wants to be promoted, it has a lot to do with it.

Beirut City is a medium-sized city, relatively speaking, there are not many opportunities for promotion, and it all depends on strength, so the deputy hall master will spare no effort.

"I'm really embarrassed" Ling Xiaotian said very "sincerely": "I went out a little in a hurry this time, to be honest, I used to bring it every time, but it was useless at all, this time it finally came in handy, but I forgot to bring it"

"Then you go back and get it as soon as possible, I'll be in the office these days, just come in and find me directly after you come" The deputy hall master said very happily, you must know that absorbing a level 30 fighter is not something that can happen at any time for the entire branch.

"Okay, no problem" Ling Xiaotian stood up and patted his ass and walked out.

In an inconspicuous place outside, Ling Xiaotian and the old immortal converged.

"Did you get any useful information?" Ling Xiaotian asked.

"Of course" a document appeared in Ling Xiaotian's hand, and the old immortal said: "This is a top-secret document, according to the convention, only the hall master can read it, and it must be burned after reading it, so as not to leave unnecessary trouble, but I don't know for what reason, it was not burned"

Ling Xiaotian read out the words on the document in a low voice: Order your hall to do its best to destroy the evidence that may be in the hands of the Ling family, and pay close attention to their whereabouts, report it as soon as there is news, and allow your department to take violent measures in the case of an emergency, but if you don't make a move, you must cut the grass and eradicate the roots, the above points must be remembered, and they must be completed to the letter, otherwise the canon will be disposed of - the Holy Martial Sect General Altar, the first-level Great Elder Raphael, xx year xx month xx day.

Ling Xiaotian carefully put the document into the Qiankun Ring, and said, "They really received an order, this matter is no longer a secret act, they have already stumped it on the table to solve it."

"What are we going to do?" The old immortal asked.

"Strike first" Ling Xiaotian gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't their hall master not in the branch hall, I just happened to attack him, have you figured out the whereabouts of that person?"

An invitation card appeared in Ling Xiaotian's hand, which read: There is joy in the younger brother's family, and he will have a son, and he will have a banquet at noon on the xx month at the home in the xx city, and I hope that the brother will definitely come at that time, and the younger brother xxx.

"The date on the invitation is exactly today," said the old immortal, "the location is a nearby city, and it can be seen from the fact that Beirut used to take half a day to see that this hall master has a good relationship with this father, otherwise he would not have gone up to drink the wedding wine at this juncture, I think he must have set off early in the morning, and he will come back after lunch, and you kid can ambush him on the way he must go."

"Good idea," Ling Xiaotian nodded.

……

Not only waiting, Ling Xiaotian also set up a lot of traps on the road, he could imagine that the hall master must not be alone, he would definitely bring a few followers, so the traps were very necessary.

Preparing everything, Ling Xiaotian hid two hundred meters away from the road, and he asked the old immortal: "Didn't you say that a hall master must be at least fifty or more, the deputy hall master in the morning is fifty-three levels, which means that the level of this main hall master can only be higher and not lower, why don't you say that I hit a stone with an egg?"

The old immortal floated out of the Qiankun Ring and said, "Is it useful for me to say this? I can only say one thing, that is, when the fight starts for a while, you have to be careful, the Ling family is the only seedling of you, in case you fart......"

"Stop, can't you say something auspicious?" Ling Xiaotian interrupted the old immortal's words angrily, and said in a disdainful tone: "Isn't it just a fighter in his fifties, Lao Tzu can deal with a level 30 opponent when he is still a fighting waste, dare to have bad intentions towards my Ling family, and want to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, then I will cut them down first."

……

The sun was setting and it was completely dark.

Ling Xiaotian asked the old immortal to wait near the trap, and he hid from a distance.

"Boy, the people are coming," the old immortal came back and reported: "There are six people in the group, four on horseback, one coachman, and there is a fifty-sixth-level fighter sitting on the carriage, although there is no obvious Holy Martial Sect logo on the carriage, but I am sure that he is the hall master of the Beirut branch."

"Why?" Ling Xiaotian asked.

"He went to Lincheng to drink, of course he won't make a big show, after all, he has a task on his head, and he has to pay the price for swaggering through the market," said the old immortal.

Ling Xiaotian said in his heart, Could it be that there is also a rule on the Phantom Cloud Continent that buses are not allowed to be used privately, it turns out that this kind of ** is not only found on the earth.

Watching the horse team enter the trap area, the old immortal lit the fuse, and hundreds of poison gas bombs were buried on the road dozens of meters long, and the smoke formed by the explosion together could become a beautiful "scenery"

There was a sound in the "stop" carriage, and the carriage and the four actually stopped at the same time.

"Hall Master, what's wrong?" The coachman asked, looking back.

"It doesn't feel right" The hall master opened the door curtain, this is a man in his fifties, with a square face, a beard, and bright eyes, and said: "I feel a trace of danger, but it is very vague"

This person's name is Bodardo, a typical northerner, originally from the Northern Han Empire, and he is fifty-four years old this year.

An attendant listened with his ears pricked up for a while, and said: "There is a sizzling sound, like the call of insects, hall master, you are suspicious, this is not the first time we have taken this road, there is absolutely no problem with safety."

Bodardo's nose moved, and he said, "There is also a strange smell in the air, very faint, not the same as when we set off in the morning, and there is some earthy smell in it, which is only found when digging up the dirt"

The old immortal passed Bodardo's words to Ling Xiaotian through telepathy.

"Rely on it, this guy's nose is more than a dog's Turin" Ling Xiaotian said in shock: "Digging a pit and burying a gas bomb was a few hours ago, even if there was an earthy smell and pepper smell, it would have already dispersed, how could this guy smell it?" I have to say that the Holy Martial Sect is a place where talents are concentrated."

But even if Bodardo had some suspicions, he couldn't tell anything for a while.

"Maybe I'm suspicious," Bodardo said, sitting back in the carriage, "Keep going, we'll be in town in another hour."

The coachman nodded, waved his whip, and the carriage went on again.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

The poison gas bombs buried in the soil exploded together, and the road surface for tens of meters was immediately filled with yellow mist, and the sound of coughing was heard.

When Ling Xiaotian planted the mine, he covered it up very well, so even if Bodardo was suspicious, he didn't see the clues, otherwise how could he achieve such results.

In the selection of the road section, Ling Xiaotian also took great pains, the only place in the whole road is a cliff on one side and a stone wall on the other, if he wants to break out of the poisonous gas area, there is no other way to retreat except to rush forward and retreat.

Moreover, Ling Xiaotian let the old immortal explode when the carriage walked to the center of the carriage.

The four knights and the coachman in the yellow mist burst into tears, snot racing against tears, and they were embarrassed by the sudden attack.

A figure flew out of the carriage, a few ups and downs, his hands were climbing on the stone wall, he was Bodardo, the yellow mist was not able to reach such a height, this guy had nothing to do, when the gas bomb exploded, he closed his eyes at the first time, and at the same time held his breath.

The hall master is the hall master, and it should not be underestimated

With a wave of Bodardo's sleeves, a gust of wind blew downward, and the yellow mist began to thin out, and the coughs of the five people below were not as rapid as they had been at the beginning.

Ling Xiaotian's favorite thing is the serial trap, and this time is the same.