My Attributes Cultivation Life

At night, Tanyang City seems to be brightly lit, but in fact it is really lively, only the neighborhoods such as wine shops, casinos, brothels, and music halls.

The rest of the blocks have long since turned off the lights, and most of the people have gone to sleep.

The only place to find out about Basali's residence in Tanyang City is the Saint Rofa Church, the stronghold of the Black Ten Sect in the city.

The Black Ten Religion is a very complex sect. They are different from the Orthodox Cross religion overseas. They believe in not God, but a so-called true God called Shiye Tian.

The Ten Karma Heaven represents the ten kinds of sins in life that people will always face.

In the teachings of the Black Ten Sect, only by believing in the Heaven of Ten Karma can one find a way to atone for one's sinful karma.

Therefore, in the Black Ten Sect, many people have had criminal experiences.

Many of them are even serious offenders.

The Saint Rofa Church that Zhang Rongfang found was the real headquarters of the Black Ten Sect in Tanyang City.

night time.

The I-shaped white building of the Church of Saint Rofe reflects faint fluorescence in the moonlight.

The top of the towering cross was plated with a layer of real silver, and at this time it was even more silvery.

Outside the church, there are teams of sturdy bearded guards constantly patrolling.

These bearded men were wearing black clothes and turbans, some with thick long sticks in their hands, and some with hard leather gloves inlaid with metal.

Looking from a distance in the church, you can vaguely hear the sound of chanting.

Zhang Rongfang, like a giant python in the dark, slipped quietly from the corner of the shadow.

He ignored the patrolling personnel on the outside, but inserted his five fingers into the wall, using the eagle claw technique to forcefully dig holes in the smooth and hard wall.

Swish!

He jumped lightly and jumped from the top of the wall to the inside.

After landing, several guarding hounds smelled something and barked wildly here.

But before they could call a few times, Zhang Rongconveniently took a few flashes, and in the blind spot of the patrol personnel's perspective, he clinged to the shadow of the side wall of the church.

After waiting for a while, he drilled with one hand at the crack of the door, and the powerful finger force of the Eagle Claws immediately dug a hole directly at the door lock.

The door opened with a click, a figure flashed, and Zhang Rongfang had already walked in.

Closing the door with a backhand, he glanced at the wall, where there was a row of black hooded robes used by believers.

Taking off one piece, Zhang Rongfang draped it over his body, took off the kerchief, and walked towards it with his head down.

If Basari remains in the city, then the place where he is most likely to live is here.

At least Zhang Rongfang doesn't think that the dead old man is still interested in living in a prostitute in Lelou at such an old age.

And even if it's not here, there might be someone who knows Bassari's whereabouts.

After entering the door, there is a gray and white corridor, with brown patterned carpets and oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.

Zhang Rongfang walked all the way in, and soon encountered a waiter with a silver plate.

The waiter was dark-skinned, whiter than blacks, but darker than yellows.

Seeing him coming towards him, this man was also stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to have discovered something, and he was about to scream when he opened his mouth.

Just before he could cry out, a flower suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The waiter's throat became cold, and the airflow in the trachea was mixed with blood gushing out.

He fell to the ground weakly and terrified, and before the plate and food in his hand fell to the ground, Zhang Rongfang took it smoothly.

Picking up a cake made of milk and putting it into his mouth, Zhang Rongfang gently put the plate aside on the ground, shook off the blood on the dagger, and walked inside calmly.

In fact, if the other party yells without opening his mouth, he is not ready to kill.

But there are not so many ifs in this world.

Passing through the corridor, a room on the right was hidden, and there were faint voices.

It's just that this voice is not a language that Zhang Rongfang can understand at all, but another internal language of Heishijiao.

Daling has a vast territory, and there are many ethnic groups and countries that continue to conquer and integrate. The languages ​​of each ethnic group are also unique, and it is extremely difficult to integrate.

Zhang Rongfang frowned, he didn't think of this before he came.

But since he's here, if you look carefully, you can always find some people who can speak the Mandarin language.

Standing in front of the door and listening carefully, he paused. Make sure there are only two people inside.

sneered.

In an instant, he pushed open the door, jumped forward, like a ghost, and got behind the curtain of the room.

On the carpet in the room, two strong bearded men were sitting cross-legged.

The two looked sideways in amazement.

There was no one at the door.

One person stood up immediately, muttered a few words, and was about to close the door.

Suddenly, he heard a slight hissing sound behind him, and turned his head to look suspiciously.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything.

A cold hand covered his eyes.

At the same time, the other hand gently caressed his throat and neck.

"Can you speak Daling Mandarin?" Zhang Rongfang asked in a suppressed voice.

"...Yes...Yes! The hero spares his life!" The bearded man was trembling as if sifting through chaff, he didn't dare to move.

"Very good." Zhang Rongfang sighed softly.

Behind him, another bearded man sitting on the carpet, with a broken neck in half, fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

This man just tried to resist, but he was forced to kill him.

There is no way, this guy is not weak, and he has a speed of at least rank four when he makes a shot.

Zhang Rongfang was also helpless. In order to avoid his exposure, he could only kill with ruthless hands.

In an instant, the lightning and flint fought, and he knew how strong he was at this time.

If he purely counted the number of times he had broken the limit, he was now considered a Rank 7 master.

Although there is only one superior martial art, that is, the talisman of the rejuvenation of the Daoism.

But the increase brought by the seven times of breaking the limit is far more powerful than the fourth-rank one.

In this real martial arts society where the first rank takes at least three years, the seventh rank represents at least ten years plus eighteen years of hard work.

And those who can practice martial arts for twenty-eight years and reach the seventh rank are absolutely high-level in any power.

Even if the increase in rank is getting weaker and weaker in the future, in fact, the battle is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Now, answer my question." Zhang Rong said calmly as he approached the other party's ear.

"Elder Basili, where do you live?"

"Basari... Elder Basali lives at No. 10 in the Silver Sand Room! Just... in this church!" The bearded man trembled and answered quickly.

"Looks like I'm lucky, do you know what he did in the city?" Zhang Rong sighed.

If it goes well, this time, once and for all, this old man will be completely eliminated.

"I don't know... but I heard that it is to investigate information about Hailong and the Lin family! You also know that our Black Ten Sect is best at information." Beard said quickly.

"Take me there." Zhang Rongfang let go of the other party's eyes.

"Okay..." Kacha.

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the bearded neck was twisted and turned three hundred and sixty degrees.

He froze all over, and immediately fell to the ground, silent.

Zhang Rongfang wiped the dagger on his clothes and left the room.

The man wanted to shout just now, but unfortunately, the muscles in his throat revealed his intention.

In order to prevent exposure, Zhang Rongfang had no choice but to kill him.

Leaving the room, he continued to go inside, and after a while, he met two maids again.

This time, good luck.

After pinching a maid to death, the other was stroking his neck and promised to take him there.

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Basari sat quietly at the desk, adjusted the glasses on his face, and carefully lowered his head to read a book of teachings and scriptures that he just got.

The author of this scripture work is from overseas, and the language used is not the general Dalingwen, let alone the other two languages ​​he has mastered.

So he can only use the dictionary to translate and read at the same time.

After looking at it for about ten minutes, he raised his head.

"Xiao Mo, bring me a cup of fine milk tea, it needs to be hot."

"Okay elder, do you want to add sugar?" A response came from outside the door.

"No, I want salt." Basari let out a long sigh.

"Yes." The footsteps of Xiao Mo's quick departure gradually faded away on the carpet.

After giving the order, he continued to bury his head, steady his glasses, and prepare to read.

Dangdangdang! !

Suddenly, there were bursts of rushing gongs outside the window.

Someone shouted, hurriedly saying something in the language of the Husi.

The footsteps of people outside kept passing by, as if they were looking for something.

Bassa's heart was tense, and after listening carefully for a while, the vigilance he had cultivated for a long time immediately took effect.

He stood up, put on his coat, picked up some important papers and money, turned around and walked towards the left wall of the room.

Walking to the wall, he reached out and touched under a whale-shaped oil lamp on the wall.

hum.

Suddenly, a circular arch channel slowly moved away from the wall.

This is a secret escape to the outside.

Without hesitation, he quickly walked into the passage.

Om, the wall slowly recovered.

Bang! !

The door was knocked open, and Zhang Rongfang entered suddenly, looking at the slowly closing wall.

In an instant, he and Basari's eyes met at the same time.

The two eyes stopped at the same time, one black and one yellow.

The distance of three meters~www.readwn.com~ was less than a slap in the wall, it was too late.

"You, you're dead!!" In addition to being shocked, Basari's eyes quickly turned cold.

He never thought that Zhang Ying would dare to come to the door in person.

Although I don't know how this person broke into this place, but now, he can send an alarm from the secret passage. At that time, hundreds of people around him will come to encircle him.

And a lot of high-ranking masters who sit here in the church will also arrive one after another.

By that time, even if Zhang Ying had his wings attached, it would be difficult to fly!

at this time.

Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, stomping on the ground heavily with the soles of his feet.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang!

Three steps in a row.

The flesh in his right leg bulged and swelled with blood.

"Step back."

The pupils in his eyes shrank, and the muscles of Zhang Rongfang's whole body converged to his right leg like flowing water.

"Heavy mountains!!!"

Suddenly, the right leg exploded with a screech, tearing the air and bombarding the wall like a cannonball.

Boom! ! !

The whole room shook and trembled.

At the position where the wall of the organ was about to close, a huge pit was kicked out on the spot.

The entire wall was smashed up and tilted like a seesaw, and there was no way to stop it, it could only be stuck in place, and the sound of the gears was constantly heard.

The old Bassari in the passage behind the wall turned pale and stared at this scene in a stunned manner.

Large pieces of gravel rained down his face, neck, and hands, leaving bloodstains.

With a bang, the wall finally collapsed to the ground.

At this point, the entrance to the passage is wide open.

Zhang Rongfang entered the passage, lightning slashed the neck in Bassa, and immediately picked up the unconscious old guy and rushed into the secret passage, and quickly disappeared.