Heaven Awakening Path

Jialing underground.

Luping four people went straight along the tunnel and could hear the waves of the Xiongjiang River miles away in their ears. Leaning on the wall of the tunnel, he grabbed it and sent his fingers to the front of his nose to smell it. He clapped his hands: “The soil should be loose and damp here. The tunnel can be so wide that it has undergone some special processing. ”

“Is this what your mutual aid club digs?” Lupin asked Maureen.

“It's not very clear, what else would mutual assistance be like?” Maureen Dao.

“Aren't you the Mutual Aid Club of Assassins?” Lupin said.

“In theory, you can barely say yes, but don't use that term, it's very village, very dirty. Typically, when the farms in the countryside work together to hoard potatoes, they call themselves mutual aid clubs. And we're a dangerous group of assassins, calling us alliances, or associations, which is more appropriate.” Maureen said.

“Okay.” Lu Ping nodded.

“Rumor has it that the League of Assassins was concealed by the Chang Feng Zhu family?” All of a sudden the party leaned again.

“There are also rumors that the League of Assassins is hosted by Zhaoyinchu of Dongdu Changbang. Have you heard?” Maureen Road.

“Which is true?” The party leans on the question.

“I know shit, these are too tall for me to know what's inside.” Maureen Dao.

“What level are you at?” The party leans on the question.

“Daughter.” Maureen said.

“Sounds like the lowest level.” The party leaned on the note.

“Yes, by grade, it's chicks, green fruits, sparrow tongues, bamboo tips, etc., and I have a very limited time to join.” Maureen Road.

“Where's the old man?” The party leaned on the question.

“Taller than me, one green fruit.” Maureen Dao.

“You have a baby in your district, and instead you have a green fruit. I think this secret tunnel is ineligible for a girl like you, right?” The party leaned on the bet.

“I think so too.” Maureen Dao.

“Then why are we here?” The party leaned on the note.

“It should be that they have no intention.” Maureen Dao.

When two people said that, four people went to a more open space. A round hole, right in the middle of a round table, surrounded by stone columns, looks like a secret place to discuss. Lu Ping read his mind and now he realizes that behind each pillar, including even under the round table, there is a hidden power. This is where the ambush was arranged early.

“There's an ambush!” Luping called immediately.

“Not surprisingly.” Maureen said.

“What's your boy up to?” The reclining has rushed towards Maureen.

“Let Lupin take care of them.” Maureen said.

One hand was about to be cut to Maureen's side of the bet. Hearing this, the gathering power suddenly retreated. When the raised hand fell, it was just sitting on Maureen's shoulder and changing the look of the play: “You make sense! ”

“What do you think?” Maureen was disgusted, waving his hand to put his bet on his shoulder and knock it off.

Ling Ziyanben on the other side was still on the nervous alert, and suddenly he understood what it was like to look at these two people and feel at ease.

Ambush…… is ambush.

But what happens when you meet someone? Luping's power, all four of you crossed the border for a few seconds, miraculously erupted into a fat and skinny master with five of them, and the end result was also invincible. So I'm afraid there's very little power in the world to stop the road. Even at the gates of Jialing City, Lu Pingzhen punched in hard, who can stop it?

It's just that it's too conspicuous, and the result is endless pursuits, too much time wasted. But now, underground secret tunnels, whatever you're after, end it together, ghosts don't know, don't bother at all.

“Ziyan, come here and give it to Luping alone.” Maureen said.

“Yes, don't stand there to avoid accidental injury.” The party leaned on the bet.

“Little dolls, so big...” The stone pillar rolled out a man, smiled and said only seven words, and his body had not been removed from the stone pillar, and he stopped. A thump was the sound of his body falling down.

A sonic sign.

Lu Ping has always been so resolute, and he doesn't care much about what the other person wants to say.

“What a big what?” Maureen at the back was nagging, with a slightly sarcastic tone.

“I guess it's a big breath. Do you want to bet?” The party leaned on the note.

“Gambling, people are dead. Where can I find answers?” Maureen Dao.

“Ziyan can be our referee, guess one, see who she thinks makes more sense, who wins.” Fang leaned in and said, "This is really going to be fun.

“I can't... I don't know.” Ling Ziyan hastily dismissed him.

Many of the assassins who were waiting to hide around feared that they had never been insulted with such contempt in their lives. You know you fell into their trap, you know the killer's around, and you're still laughing there?

“Little bastard!” In their eyes, let's not say Maureen, Ling Ziyan, it was easy to lean on or go anywhere. After this shouting, someone tried to hit the three of them first, but only after this sound, it was another shout-out, and this one has unfortunately fallen to the ground.

In two successive moments, the blink of an eye killed them. Until now, they've all been hiding behind bunkers and haven't even seen the opponent they want to ambush! So who the hell ambushed who, who the hell was Ming and who was in the dark?

“Lights out!” At this point, someone finally shouted, and this was their plan. Just as soon as Luping stepped into this basement chamber, he spotted them, prompted his companions, and gave them a surprise. Then there are the peers who scream and die, and they don't react until this moment until their original plans are made.

With another thud, the light on the stone columns in the chamber went out, falling into total darkness. Although the vision of the fixer is enhanced, it is ultimately through light reflection that things can be seen. There is no light at the moment, and those with stronger eyes are useless. You have to find something special to make some light out of. But the assassins of the League of Assassins made such deployments because their powers were the best at black warfare, and only because this total darkness brought the opponent a handful of measures.

It's just that the rival they met today, they made this plan, and in Maureen's assessment, there's only one word: miserable.

Oh, shit.

Too bad.

The moment the light goes out, the killers everywhere rush out, or rush toward the middle of the road level, or rush toward the rear of Maureen, Fountain Lean, and Ling Ziyan. They listen to voice recognition, they perceive acutely, but they don't seem to know that their opponents, in both cases, are the peak of the peak.

For a moment. Screaming, falling weapons, pounding all the way down. Maureen pulled out the fire in her busy arms, trembling three times, and the fire had jumped and there was nothing left in the chamber.

The battle is over.

It's not completely over, it's probably just a very individual killer. In the leaping flame, his frightened eyes looked at the calm man standing in the middle of the proceedings.

“Nothing.” Right in the middle of the conversation.

“Mm-hmm.” He walked around in a torched Maureen Yard, "Seven green fruits, three sparrow tongues, yeah, and a bamboo tip...” Eleven killers from across seven verticals were counted in his ranks in the league.

“My predecessors, the opponents' investigations were too inadequate.” Maureen shook her head and sighed.

“Did you expect them to think of something against us?” Fang leaned on the bet and came up, but began to search the bodies one by one, money, divine soldiers and so on. Naturally, they were to be taken away as spoils of war.

“Of course. Do you really think that a man who knows himself will die?” Maureen Dao.

“Actually?” Fang leaned on the bet.

“Man dies for riches, birds die for food.” Maureen looked at Fang leaning on the wild search for the body and said.

“I'm not all that.” Leaning on nothing means stopping one's actions.

But the eleven killers were searched all over, and not even a single piece of copper was found. It's the killers' habit not to carry silver money on their bodies when they're on a mission. But the soldier of God, three of the eleven killers had one sparrow tongue and one of the bamboo tip, and the bamboo tip had a pretty good taste, and was poured into the bag aesthetically.

”Ready to go?” The other three seemed a little impatient with him.

“Young people, you will know the importance of resources in the future.” The party leaned on the note.