Tanyang City at night seems to be brightly lit, but in fact, it is really lively, only blocks such as wineries, gambling, brothels and music halls.

The lights were already off in the rest of the blocks, and most people went to bed.

If you want to find information about your residence in Basari in Tanyang City, the only place is the St. Rofa Church, the stronghold of the Black Ten Sects in the city.

The Black Ten Sect is a sect with quite complex components. They are different from the overseas regular cross religion. They do not believe in God, but a so-called true god called the Ten Karma Heaven.

Ten karmas represent ten kinds of sins in life that people will always face.

In the teachings of the Ten Black Churches, only by believing in the Ten Karma Heaven can we find the method of atonement for our sins.

Therefore, many people in the Black Ten Sects have had their past criminal experiences.

Many of them are even serious crimes.

The Holy Luofa Church that Zhang Rongfang found was the real headquarters of the Hei Ten Sects in Tanyang City.

At night.

The church of Saint Rofis is a white building with an I-shaped shape that reflects a faint fluorescence under the moonlight.

The top of the cross is covered with a layer of real silver on the surface, and it is even more silvery at this time.

A team of strong bearded guards patrolling the church.

These bearded men were wearing black clothes and black turbans. Some were holding thick sticks in their hands, while others were wearing hard leather and metal-intact gloves with empty hands.

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

Zhang Rongfang quietly slid past the corner of the shadow like a giant python in the dark.

He ignored the patrol personnel on the periphery, but inserted his five fingers into the wall, and used his eagle claw skills to thrust out holes that borrowed force.

Swish!

He jumped gently and jumped from the wall into the inside.

After landing, several guarded hounds suddenly smelled something and barked at this side.

But without waiting for them to call, Zhang Rongjian had already made a few quick steps, and in the blind spot of the patrol personnel, he clasped into the shadow of the side wall of the church.

After a few moments, he drilled the crack in the door with one hand, and the powerful finger force of the Eagle Claw skill immediately dug a hole in the door lock.

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

With his backhand closed the door, he glanced at the wall, and there were a row of black hoods used by the churchmen.

After taking down one, Zhang Rongfang put it on his body, took the scarf underneath, and lowered his head to walk inside.

If Barsari is still in the city, then the place he is most likely to live in is here.

At least Zhang Rongfang didn't think that the dead old man was still interested in living in a brothel at Lelou at such an old age.

And even if it is not here, people who know the whereabouts of Barcelona may be found here.

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

Zhang Rongfang walked all the way inside and soon met a waiter holding a silver plate.

The waiter's skin was dark, whiter than the black man, but darker than the yellow man.

When he saw him coming towards him, the man was also stunned. Then he seemed to have discovered something and was about to scream.

But before he could scream, his eyes suddenly burst into tears.

The waiter's throat cooled, and the air flow from the trachea surged out with blood mixed with it.

He fell to the ground with powerless fear and fear. Before the plate and food in his hand fell to the ground, Zhang Rongfang took it over.

Picking up a piece of pastry made of milk and putting it into your mouth. Zhang Rongfang gently placed the plate on the ground, shook off the blood from the short sword, and walked in calmly.

In fact, if the other party doesn't scream as soon as he opens his mouth, he is not going to kill anyone.

But there are not so many ifs in this world.

Walking through the corridor, a room on your right hand was hidden, and a subtle voice came from inside.

But this voice is not a language that Zhang Rong could understand, but another internal language of the Black Ten Sect.

The territory of Daling is vast, and there are many ethnic groups and countries that are constantly conquering and integrating. The languages ​​of each ethnic group are also unique and extremely difficult to integrate.

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

But since you have arrived, you can always find some people who can speak great spiritual words.

Standing in front of the door and listening carefully, he paused. He was sure there were only two people inside.

Sneak.

In an instant, he pushed the door open, jumped forward, and his body was like a ghost, and he penetrated behind the curtains in the room.

Two big bearded men were sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the room.

The two of them looked over in surprise.

There was no one at the door.

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

Suddenly he heard a slight hissing sound behind him, and turned his head in confusion.

Unfortunately, he can't see anything.

A cold hand covered his eyes.

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

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

"......Yes...Yes! Good man! Please spare your life!" The bearded man shivered like a sieve, and he did not dare to move.

"Very good." Zhang Rongfang sighed softly.

Behind him, another big bearded man sitting on the carpet had half broken neck and fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

This man had just tried to resist, but he had no choice but to kill him.

There is no way, this guy is not weak, he can take action at least the fourth-grade speed.

Zhang Rongfang was also helpless. In order to avoid being exposed, he could only kill people ruthlessly.

In an instant, he realized how strong he was at this moment.

If he simply calculates the number of times he breaks the limit, he is now considered a master of the seventh grade.

Although there is only one excellent martial art, that is, the rejuvenation and purity of Taoism.

However, the increase brought about by the seven limit breaks is far stronger than that of the fourth grade.

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

Those who can practice martial arts for twenty-eight years and reach the seventh level are absolutely high-level in any force.

Even if the growth rate of grades becomes weaker and weaker in the future, the battle is far from reaching ordinary people.

"Now, answer my question." Zhang Rong looked calm and whispered in his ear close to the other party's ear.

"Elder Basari, where do you live?"

"Barsari... Elder Barsari lives in Silver Sand House No. 10! It's right in this church!" The bearded man shivered and answered quickly.

"It seems that I'm lucky. Do you know what he is doing when he comes to the city?" Zhang Rong sighed.

If it goes well, this time, it will be done once and for all and completely deal with the old man.

"I don't know...but I heard that it is to investigate the information about Hailong and the Lin family! You also know that our Black Ten Sects are the best at intelligence." The bearded man said quickly.

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

"Okay..." Click.

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the bearded man's neck was twisted and turned 360 degrees.

He paused all over and fell to the ground immediately, silenced.

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

The man wanted to shout just now, but unfortunately, the muscle groups in his throat exposed his intentions.

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

After leaving the room, he continued to go in. Soon, he met two more maids.

This time, I was lucky.

After pinching a maid to death, the other person was stroked by him and agreed to take him over.

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Barsari sat quietly by the desk, holding onto the glasses on his face, and carefully lowered his head and read a doctrine and scripture book he had just obtained.
To be continued...