All My Skills Are Picked Up

While Lo Tian and the others were playing the life and death game, a figure floated over from outside the mountain.    

    

A flying ship that looked like an iron abacus stopped five miles away from the Wind South Mountain. He looked in the direction of the Wind South Mountain from afar.    

    

Slowly, a figure walked out of an abacus bead and landed on the ground.    

    

His thin body smashed into the ground, creating a huge pit.    

    

Putting away his flying ship, the man took out a piece of paper from his bosom. On it were hand gestures and chants.    

    

"Compete with love, and then say that the Ghost Sect is really f * cking handsome! What are you talking about? What kind of chants are these? And this hand gesture, are you sure you're not joking with me?"    

    

The man furrowed his brows, seeming very depressed.    

    

He was the Dark Abyss's gold medal killer, Feng Ci. He originally thought that he had taken on a big task today. Why did he look so indecent?    

    

If it wasn't for the special mission that was listed on the Heavenly Slaughter List, Feng Ci would have thought that someone was joking with him.    

    

Putting away the mission contract, Feng Ci looked left and right, as if he was searching for the entrance to the interior of the Wind South Mountain.    

    

The Dark Abyss was an assassin organization, and it could be said that it was the most famous assassin organization in the entire Great Zhou. It was the head of the three major underground organizations.    

    

Generally speaking, the Dark Abyss did not accept any treasure hunting missions. However, the reward for this special mission was extremely generous. Moreover, the mission had a special instruction that no one could come out of the Wind South Mountain alive. This kind of mission was enough for a killer to take on.    

    

Feng Ci accepted this mission and carefully inquired about the situation of the mission. He confirmed that he might have to face a Level 1 deacon in this mission.    

    

When he heard that he was going to kill the deacon, Feng Ci felt his blood boiling. To assassins, the highest honor was not to assassinate the king. This was something that many seniors had done a long time ago. It was to assassinate a powerful deacon.    

    

From ancient times until now, assassins, Devil Cultivator, and ghost cultivators were actually all prey that the deacons had captured. However, as time passed and the Martial Tower flourished, the killers were gradually killed by the deacons until almost all of them were gone.    

    

Especially during the joint operation of deacon of Martial Tower more than a hundred years ago. The heavy punch was in the midst of the plastic surgery of beating up evil beings. More than seventy percent of the demons and devils in the world had been killed. As for the assassin organization... They were even slaughtered along with them. Almost all of the high-level assassins who were martial masters and above had been taken back to the streets to be beheaded.    

    

From then on, the assassins had practically disappeared from the field of vision of the executive officers. They had become existences that were not worth mentioning, existences that could be dealt with by a few security captains.    

    

This was a great humiliation, even if it had been a hundred years. Every time the assassins in the industry mentioned this part of history, they would grit their teeth. They swore to take revenge on the Martial Tower and the deacon.    

    

Unfortunately, more than a hundred years had passed. The deacons were still as glorious as before. Their tasks were endless, and the Martial Tower was still flourishing and strong. As for the assassin organization, it had still not returned to its former state. They could only hide in a corner and become underground rats. Secretly accepting small missions to make a living.    

    

As a Gold ranked assassin of the Dark Abyss, Feng Ci also had his own professional dignity. He wanted to help his peers increase their morale. This time, it would start with this Level 1 deacon.    

    

Thinking about it, how many years had it been since an assassin organization had tried to assassinate a single Level 2 deacon? If he could complete this Level 1 deacon's assassination mission today, wouldn't that be great? He would instantly become famous throughout the world.    

    

Furthermore, the mission this time was based on the hidden client description of the mission. Actually, it wasn't difficult. This Level 1 deacon had entered the residence of Feng Nanshan to search for treasures. What he needed to do was to use hand gestures and chants. * Hong Long...... * Bury it completely in the south wind mountain.    

    

Moreover, even if he couldn't bury it, the Level 1 deacon would still kill half of his life in the mansion. Just by looking at this chant, one would know that this was the mansion of a Ghost Sect. The Level 1 deacon bumped into the Ghost Sect. Hehe, perhaps he didn't even need to do anything.    

    

The reward for a perfect mission was bountiful. It was easy to do it, but the reward was tremendous!    

    

Feng Ci felt that he was very lucky to be able to get such a mission. It was undoubtedly a good time to do so. The era that belonged to him was about to arrive!    

    

Now, all he needed to do was to find the entrance to the mansion. Walking in, he waved his hand happily and called out, "The Ghost Sect is really f * cking handsome!"    

    

A smile hung on Feng Ci's face as he was searching. Then, he heard a rumbling sound coming from under his feet.    

    

"This is... an explosion?"    

    

Feng Ci's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that his hand gestures and incantation had taken effect?    

    

Sure, this hand gesture and chant could still be controlled from a long distance. He hadn't even entered the mansion yet!    

    

Quickly retreating, Feng Ci took out the flying ship again.    

    

Boom! Boom! Boom!    

    

The sound of explosions could be heard from the interior of the mountain. Then, the entire mountain began to tremble. Countless crushed stones fell from the sky. Trees, soil, and everything else fell to the ground. As the mountain shook and the earth shook, Feng Ci finally saw the entrance to the mansion. At this moment, the gate began to collapse.    

    

Standing on his Abacus Boat, Feng Ci looked at everything with a smile on his face. This mission was actually much simpler than he had imagined. He didn't even need to make a move. He just stood there and watched.    

    

It was too simple. It was too simple. When he accepted the mission, there were a few colleagues who mocked him for accepting this kind of assassination deacon mission. Be careful not to risk your life to return.    

    

But from the looks of it now, this was probably the easiest mission he had completed in his entire life. No one!    

    

As he looked on with his arms crossed, he could see that the entire mountain was about to collapse under the sand and wind. One could imagine how terrifying the explosion that had occurred in the mountain was! Feng Ci was only a little worried that he wouldn't be able to dig out the corpse.    

    

In their line of work, they still had to pay attention to an assassination evidence. Usually, they needed to use the left ear. Now, it seemed like it would be difficult to find the corpse.    

    

Whatever, if it really did not work out, they would spend some money in a few days to hire some civilians to help dig up the corpse. In any case, compared to the money he needed to earn, the money he spent could only be counted as a drop of water.    

    

The collapse of the mountain lasted for a full ten minutes. Feng Ci floated in midair, but he didn't even dare to blink. He was afraid that he would miss something!    

    

Although he appeared to be dismissive of the Level 1 deacon, in reality, everyone knew how powerful it was. He still had to pay more attention to it, lest he slipped through the net. That would be embarrassing.    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

Just as he was looking, Feng Ci seemed to have found his target. He actually saw a few figures pass through the sand and break through the rocks, rushing out of the Wind South Mountain.    

    

"They really came out?"    

    

Feng Ci's eyes flashed with a fierce light.    

    

It seemed that the mission was not that simple. It was also good that he could save some money to dig up the corpse. En, if he could save a little, it would be a little. This was also his motto. He was the iron abacus of the assassin world, Feng Ci!    

    

His figure carried a cool breeze as he floated down. The abacus suddenly turned transparent in midair. Such a method was naturally not something that the flying ship had. Instead, it was his innate talent that made it invisible, almost becoming invisible.    

    

Talent killer, transparent killing intent, the reputation of a gold medal killer was not undeserved.    

    

Feng Ci relied on his talent and was almost unique in the world of killers. He was one of the few people with the best stealth skills in the entire world of killers. Most of the time... Those who died in his hands couldn't even see his weapon. Even though he was already standing in front of his opponent.    

    

He was getting closer and closer.    

    

Feng Ci finally saw what the few people who escaped from Feng Nanshan looked like.    

    

There were three men and one woman. Two of them couldn't move, and two of them were half dead tired.    

    

Feng Ci couldn't hold the smile on his face any longer. Was this the person he wanted to assassinate?    

    

Three martial artists wearing deacon robes, and a woman who came out of nowhere. Hehe, looking carefully again, Feng Ci discovered that this was a Level 5 deacon, a Level 4 deacon, and a Level 1 deacon.    

    

The strongest Level 1 deacon was already completely unable to move. The remaining two did not seem to have a strong cultivation. At least, in Feng Ci's opinion, they definitely didn't have a Martial Profound Stage cultivation base. And he was an assassin who could kill Martial Profound warriors.    

    

Feng Ci landed only a hundred meters away from Lo Tian and the others. This distance was enough for him to complete a sprint and kill them. However, Feng Ci did not act rashly. As a gold-medal assassin, he understood the principle of observing carefully.    

    

As an assassin, the strongest strike was the first. Today, if he wanted to kill three deacons in one strike, he must choose the best time!    

    

Feng Ci, whose body was transparent, slowly pulled out his short sword, which was about an inch longer than the dagger.    

    

The sword, along with the blood groove, also turned transparent together with Feng Ci.    

    

Feng Ci's eyes became cold bit by bit, and he began to adjust his breathing and condition. The warrior qi on his body turned into a spiral and condensed on the short sword in his hand.    

    

He wanted to kill him with one strike.    

    

Today was the day the world became famous!