3136: C3136 Narrowing His Eyes

C3136 Narrowing His Eyes

To put it bluntly, the old man in his 60th birthday suit had brought this upon himself.

Heng Yanlin was trying to sense it. When someone checked their consciousness, they instinctively resisted.

Unexpectedly, Heng Yanlin's spiritual energy was too vigorous and powerful. With just a slight rebound, it dispersed the spiritual consciousness of the twenty-third or sixtieth year old man, causing him to die on the spot.

To Heng Yanlin, this really made him feel a little awkward.

However, the twenty-third elder was his enemy, so it didn't matter. In any case, he would die from the shock.

However, Heng Yanlin secretly stressed in his heart that he couldn't fight back recklessly in the future. Fortunately, he was the enemy today. If he was one of his own, wouldn't he be accidentally injured?

This made Heng Yanlin feel that he should protect his spiritual consciousness better, and at the same time, he should also take measures to deal with it.

Of course, Heng Yanlin naturally wouldn't tell all of this to the eight-faced middle-aged man.

The smile on Heng Yanlin's handsome face became brighter and brighter, and the middle-aged man's mood became heavier and heavier. He felt that Heng Yanlin was doing it on purpose. He was doing it on purpose!

If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't have wasted so much time. They had already killed Ayres. It was impossible for them to lose two generals here!

At this moment, a low voice rang in his ears: "What should we do, No. 33? Should we continue?"

No. 33, Eight Trigrams The bearded middle-aged man raised his head slightly and saw a tall, fat man appear beside him and speak to him.

The Assassin League didn't have names to call each other, they only had one codename.

And the size of the codename represented the strength of your position in the Assassin League.

Not to mention... Whether or not these guys are really the League of Assassins pretending to be Qing fighters, but in terms of codename, it's the League of Assassins' exclusive system.

Previously, Number Twenty-Three was an old man in his sixties, while Number Twenty-Six was a muscular man. One of them had already fallen, while the other was seriously injured. Now, he was still lying unconscious on the ground!

Therefore, the one ranked at the back was the middle aged man with a mustache, the 33rd one.

Therefore, according to the rules of the Assassin League, he had become the new commander of this group of assassins.

It had to be said that according to the circumstances, the Assassin Alliance was able to quickly select a new commander according to the rules. This had a very obvious effect on some chaotic situations and could carry out many missions in a better condition.

Therefore, he had now become the commander of this middle-aged man with the mustache number thirty-three.

If No. 33, the middle-aged man with the mustache, unfortunately died here, then his command would be handed over to No. 35, who was the tall fat man beside No. 33, the middle-aged man with the mustache. He was Assassin No. 35.

Therefore, after hearing the words from the tall fat man, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes. His mind was rapidly spinning, as if he was thinking about something.

Although the middle-aged man with the mustache No. 33 did not possess the extremely ferocious physical strength of the 26th muscular man, nor did he possess the spiritual perception of the 23rd, 60th old man, it had to be known that those who could enter the Assassin League and have a codename were not ordinary people.

At the very least, on the surface, they all possessed various special abilities.

Number thirty-third, eight, The bearded middle-aged man did not have the abilities of the 26th muscular man and the 23rd, 60th old man, but he could quickly think and analyze everything that had happened at the scene.

To put it bluntly, the middle-aged man had the ability of a detective to analyze a case.

At this moment, the eyes of Number Thirty-Three, the middle-aged man with the mustache, were rotating rapidly, as if he was thinking about something. At the same time, he opened his mouth and muttered to himself:

"This guy didn't use any Spiritual Qi just now, but he was able to easily resist Number Twenty-Six's terrifying attack. Moreover, his punch has already turned Number Twenty-Six into a bloody mess. His bones are exposed. This means that this guy's physical strength is also very powerful. At least, he is stronger than Number Twenty-Six!"

"Next up is No. 23. He should have used the power of insight on that guy. However, maybe he has some means or secret treasure that could block No. 23's power of insight and counterattack. That's why No. 23 was in a completely passive state. In the end, he bled from his seven apertures and died."

"The power of penetration of Number Twenty-Three is actually a kind of utilization of spiritual energy. Therefore, it's obvious that this guy's spiritual energy is also very vigorous. Or it could be said that he has a magic treasure that can protect his spiritual consciousness."

After analyzing so much, Number Thirty-Three, the middle-aged man with the mustache, had already summed up a few points in his heart.2

Heng Yanlin's physique was very strong and his strength was extremely ferocious.

Heng Yanlin's spiritual energy was very vigorous, or it could be said that he had a super powerful magic treasure that could protect his spiritual consciousness.

This meant that there was no way to deal with Heng Yanlin with his physical strength.

Of course, it was also impossible to start from the spiritual energy, because it was impossible for Number Twenty-Three to do so. The sixty year old man was a living example.

In other words, if the physical strength could not be suppressed and the spiritual ability could not be obtained, then the only thing left was the spiritual energy.

However, the thickness of the spiritual energy...

What level was this brat at? This was a little troublesome for them.

However, judging from the current situation, there was no way for the middle-aged man to find any clues to determine the level of Heng Yanlin's Spiritual Qi.

If his speculation was correct, it would be fine. But if his speculation was wrong, it would be equivalent to putting all the assassins in a very dangerous situation.

Hence, a thoughtful expression surfaced on the face of the middle-aged man with the mustache number thirty-three when he thought of this. After which, he was unable to think of a reason. All he could do was look at Heng Yanlin in front of him with great vigilance.

However, Heng Yanlin's actions and actions were extremely strange in front of the middle-aged man.

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