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The three of them flew in the air and walked out of the portal as the disciples of Yama Palace below looked up at them.

Arriving at a forest, Yang Lin looked around.

"The portal is hidden in such a place. No wonder most people don't know where the Yama Palace headquarters is."

Han Wen smiled and said: "Not only do outsiders not know, even the branches deployed in various places don't know how to enter the headquarters."

"We, the Seven Color Sect, also adopted the same method and established our headquarters in a new space. Only our two sects possess such a heaven-defying method."

"Then why don't other sects also learn from our Seven Colors Sect and Yama Palace to do the same." Yang Lin asked curiously.

"That's because among the eight assassin organizations, only our Seven Color Sect and the Nine Realms Patriarch of Yama Palace have such heaven-defying means. The ancestors of other sects have come here to seek advice, but were rejected outright."

Yang Lin nodded, thought about it and felt something was wrong.

"What about the top eight organizations? I don't even know their names now."

Speaking of this, Han Wen and Elder Si's expressions obviously changed slightly.

"That's because ever since the fall of the Black Leaf Sect several hundred years ago, no one has dared to call themselves the world's number one assassin organization."

Yang Lin's heart skipped a beat.

No wonder he couldn't find any information about the world's number one assassin organization. It turned out that it had been destroyed hundreds of years ago.

Han Wen laughed and said, "Even so, my Seven Colors Sect can only call itself the second. You should understand."

Yang Lin gave a smile that I understood.

It turns out that I dare to say I am second and no one dares to claim first.

In this case, isn't the Seven-Colored Sect still the world's number one assassin organization in secret?

This background, this backstage, wow.

"Stop chatting for now. I will take you back to the Seven Colors Gate."

Hearing this, Han Wen stretched out his hand.

"Junior brother, hold on to my hand. Hold on tight when Master casts the spell later."

Yang Lin was a little confused, but he still grabbed it.

Isn't it just flying faster? It's not like I can't handle it.

Seeing that everything was ready, Elder Si performed his martial arts with a wave of his hand.

Whoosh.

The three were enveloped by a strange force and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

When Yang Lin opened his eyes again, he found himself on top of a mountain.

Whoohoo!

A strong hurricane swept in.

Yang Lin looked at the scene around him.

The ground below is nearly 80 degrees vertical, and the hillside is covered with sharp gravel.

The estimated altitude visible to the naked eye is at least 2,000 meters.

Also, is this teleportation?!

In the blink of an eye, he ran from the dense forest to the top of the mountain.

Looking again, he saw that Elder Si and Old Deng were nowhere to be found on the bare mountain top. Only Senior Sister Han Wen and he were alone.

"Brother, take a good look. The entrance to our sect is located at the South Peak of Huashan Mountain, with an altitude of 2154.90 meters."

"Please remember the formula I'm going to tell you. You must use it to enter and exit from now on."

Yang Lin nodded and began to listen carefully.

"Seven colors, seven kills, July fire, open!"

With a loud shout, the space before his eyes began to distort, and a blue vortex portal slowly appeared.

"It's very simple. The first half of the sentence is the seven factions of my sect, and the second half is the reason why our sect's ancestor chose to set up the headquarters here."

"Ah."

Yang Lin secretly memorized the formula and walked into the vortex portal with Han Wen.

After a slight dizziness, Yang Lin found himself in a very vast area.

In front of us is a huge building covering a huge area, and behind the building are mountains stretching for hundreds of kilometers and reaching into the sky.

This scene is very similar to the immortal land of Penglai in Yang Lin's imagination.

Unfortunately, this is modern times.

"Flying is prohibited inside the Seven Colors Sect except for major events. We are now at the entrance and can only fly to the sect gate in front."

"it is good."

Yang Lin responded and flew to the gate with Senior Sister Han Wen.

"Oh, it's Senior Sister Han Wen. Is this the new disciple?"

The gatekeeper disciple saw Han Wen flying over and walked over to ask.

"Yes, he is the disciple chosen by the master."

Looking at Yang Lin wearing sunglasses, the gatekeeper disciple thought that he was worthy of being the disciple chosen by the elders, as he was good at pretending.

"My name is Zhong Mishan, and I'm the most recent gatekeeper disciple."

"Yang Lin."

Zhong Mishan walked up to Yang Lin and said with a smile:

"Junior Brother Yang, I tell you, if you have the chance in the future, you must try the job of a doorman. The benefits are good, and you can earn two high-level spirit stones in a day."

"How about it, are you interested in learning more?"

Zhong Mishan raised his eyebrows, held a high-level spirit stone between his two fingers and shook it in front of Yang Lin's face.

Han Wen watched this scene and hurried forward to pull Yang Lin back, fearing that he would be fooled by Zhong Mishan if he listened for one more second.

"Let's go, Junior Brother Yang. I'll take you to your residence."

"Hey, I must try it out when I have time. It's really perfect."

Zhong Mishan in the back raised his arms and shouted.

Han Wen was a little speechless.

"Don't listen to him. He came to guard the gate because he made a mistake and was punished by the elders. Although he has spiritual stones as salary this month, it will never be as rich as the reward you get for completing the task."

"That's it."

Yang Lin turned around and glanced at Zhong Mishan.

Wow, he looks quite honest but I didn’t expect he is actually Lao Liu.

Han Wen took Yang Lin to a square.

There was an endless stream of disciples wearing black sect uniforms on the square.

It looks like accepting a mission.

"This is the sect square, and it is also the place where missions are accepted. Usually, disciples accept assassination missions here."

"Different tasks offer different rewards, but you still have to do it within your means."

Then, Yang Lin was taken to a separate courtyard.

"This is your residence. You will practice and live here. The sect has all kinds of living facilities and delicacies. My residence is right next to it. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me."

"I'm going to go back first. If you're bored, you can go to the square and take a walk to see if there are any tasks that suit you."

After saying that, Han Wen turned and walked out of the gate of the villa.

Yang Lin took a deep breath and turned to look at the two-story house.

Push open the door and walk into the house.

The decoration is classical, with all kinds of furniture.

There is natural gas, rice cooker, power strip, and TV.

Yang Lin sat on the sofa and took out his cell phone.

"Holy shit? There's free wifi here, and the signal is full."

While Yang Lin was amazed, he was also very curious about how the Seven-Colored Gate connected the network cable.

"If I join the Seven Colors Sect, what will I do with Jingcheng University in the future? Will I be able to go there?"

"Forget it, forget it. There are basically no courses in college anyway. I don't have to attend classes as long as my comprehensive strength meets the requirements by the end of the semester."

Compared with the educational method of Beijing University, Yang Lin prefers to hone himself through constant assassinations.

"Oh, I almost forgot about the 3,000 Thunderbolts that the system rewarded me."