Three men in black suddenly walked out from behind the jade screen behind the seat, two women and one man. Although Yi Tusheng did not dare to look up, he already felt a terrifying true energy coming from the body, which was obviously from the incense master. The crisp voice just now said: "The incense master asked you all to stand up, and he has something to say." The black assassins stood up one after another. Yi Tusheng was mixed in the crowd and looked upwards, and the so-called incense master was also covered with his face and could not see his appearance, and there were two women standing beside him.

After about a while, the incense master coughed and said, "Dear killers, the organization has encountered some difficulties recently. A few days ago, a branch was attacked by the Jinyiwei, and dozens of brothers were lost. Therefore, we should not gather recently. This is the last time we call everyone to gather for a gathering. The purpose is to tell everyone to be careful. At the same time, there is also a task to choose an assassin to do it. Who would you like to go?"

As soon as Kazuma finished speaking, all the assassins said in a mess: "I am willing to go." "I am willing to go." Kazumama said: "This time the character is to assassinate an oriental man named Nobuo Oda. This person has very high martial arts skills. Someone paid a high price of 3 million taels of silver to take his head. Considering that the organization was too eye-catching in the early stage, the organization did not want to send a large number of people, but just wanted to send an assassin to complete this task. If the task can be completed smoothly, he would get a bonus of 500,000 taels."

It was probably the charm of silver, and the assassins were even more eager to try. The Xiangzhu stood up and said coldly: "Since everyone wants to go, then you will compete. The winner will go to this mission." Someone asked with courage: "How to compete?" The Xiangzhu said: "There are currently eighteen assassins, and you will attack in pairs until the last person is left, and the rest is the best."

Yi Tusheng secretly felt glad that his luck was so good. Some assassin must have failed to attend the party in time for some reason, which made him successful, otherwise he would have been exposed immediately. As for the competition, he was not worried. Although the assassin here had good martial arts skills, no one was higher than him.

The assassins began to compete in pairs. Because the cabin was too small and there was no way to perform, everyone jumped to the top of the ship or the water to compete. After a while, many assassins were defeated, and the number of people changed from eighteen to nine, and then five, and in the end, only Yi Tusheng and another assassin were left.

The female assassin beside the Master Xiang probably felt that Yi Tusheng's figure was a little unfamiliar, so he asked in sign language: "What is your number?" Yi Tusheng thought I didn't know what number he was, but he definitely couldn't say that, so he replied in sign language: "I'm the No. 13!"

The female assassin showed a look of confusion in her eyes. She looked at the assassins and found that no one stood up to object, so the expression in her eyes calmed down. Yi Tusheng secretly shouted in his heart: Lucky, luck, really lucky. He actually made himself foolish. The Master Xiang looked at Yi Tusheng and said, "No. 1, your martial arts have improved rapidly recently. Standing opposite you is No. 1, his martial arts is the strongest among the branches. If you can win him, then you will be the one who will be in this mission." Yi Tusheng thought to himself: It turns out that the one who is about to show off with him is No. 1.

No. 1 bowed to Yi Tusheng very politely and said calmly: "No. 13, don't be polite to you later. I won't be polite to you. Let's do our destiny." Yi Tusheng smiled and said, "Although I know that my martial arts are not as good as you, I still have to compare it in my unit to serve Xiangzhu. Please." Master Xianglu nodded, nodded, expressing his satisfaction with Yi Tusheng's answer. No. 1 was very dissatisfied when he saw Master Xianglu's admiring gaze at Yi Tusheng, so he snorted coldly, and he wanted to attack. Yi Tusheng thought that he could never use all his skills, and he could not use the chaotic sword technique, otherwise he would definitely be exposed. He could only win with his internal strength when dealing with the person in front of him.

Fortunately, No. 1 also had a bare hands and was trying to use his palm power all the way according to his posture. Yi Tusheng was not proficient in palm power. It was just that he learned a set of "Weitu Palm" in Shaolin Temple in the army in his previous life. This set of palm power was very ordinary. It was the entry-level skill of Shaolin Temple. It was really not considered a profound martial art. If it was used to compete with masters, it could be said to be vulnerable. But no matter how ordinary martial arts were, if it fell into the hands of people with high internal strength, it would be decayed. At this time, Yi Tusheng had already practiced his Taiyin magic skills to the sixth level. If there were competitions with internal strength in the world today, few people could be his opponent, even Fei Yingdong, the number one master of Jurchen back then, would not be much stronger than him.

No. 1 saw Yi Tusheng's move without any haste, and was very dissatisfied with him. He was very angry and secretly angry, thinking: Don't think that if you praise you for a few words, you will be of great significance. If you are far from martial arts, look at it. Thinking of it, you went up and slapped Yi Tusheng's chest together. More than a dozen palm shadows immediately formed in the air, and the angle was very tricky. Yi Tusheng heard a sound that seemed to be a metal breaking through the air, and saw that No. 1's palms had turned blood red, as if they were two red bricks.

The Master of Incense couldn't help but exclaim: "No. 1 is worthy of being the direct successor of the Sun God Palm. This has reached the point of being superb in the fire and burning the sky. Even I can't take it easily." Yi Tusheng was excited in his heart. The Sun God Palm, the palm technique that can turn both palms into blood-red, is called the Sun God Palm. Moreover, this No. 1 is also the direct successor. It seems that he did not join the organization since he was a child, but was a child of a certain family in the martial arts world, absorbed by the killer organization. He can completely trace some things about the killer organization from the four words "Sun God Palm".

Yi Tusheng thought to himself that he could not relax without his hands, because No. 1's Sun God Palm was not only extremely hot, but also fast. Yi Tusheng felt that his hair and beard were thunderous and thunderous, and his heart was so stuffy that he hurriedly used the Taiyin Divine Art to fight him. This feeling of discomfort disappeared immediately. No. 1 probably saw something strange in Yi Tusheng's eyes, and he couldn't help but let out a surprise in his throat!

Yi Tusheng used his wonderful steps to avoid the attack of the Sun God Palm. His whole body was like duckweed in the wind blowing around by the palm force. After about a dozen moves, Yi Tusheng gradually touched the rules of the Sun God Palm making moves. In fact, if he was asked to use the Sword Sword and Sword technique to attack with the Sun God Palm, if he couldn't use ten moves, No. 1 would definitely be defeated and even had the possibility of death. However, Yi Tusheng had to hide his strength at this time, so he had to take some turns.
Chapter completed!