Sitting in front of the Poluo Book, the Broken Poluo studied the map for a long time. It raised one of its front paws, moved it on the treasure books, and finally pressed it on the Shadow Flow Sect.

"Oh? He's still a guy with an assassin's soul?"

Zele was a little surprised by Polu's choice.

He originally thought that compared to the bloody and cruel shadow flow, it was all about the balance of rules and regulations, and the Duanjiao Poluo would choose a relatively normal Shuoji Temple to learn boxing and foot skills, practice horizontal practices such as golden bell cover iron cloth shirts and qigong.

After all, the cute Poluo and the cold killer don’t match the situation no matter how you look at it.

"Ji?" Duanjiao Poluo didn't know what Zell was talking about. It just looked at the place closest to the snow-capped mountain, so he chose it.

"I'll send you here now."

Zell opened the portal and led to a dark bamboo forest. After visiting Shadow Island, such a slightly gloomy place could no longer cause any turmoil in his heart.

Walking to the portal, Duanjiao Poluo's steps hesitated a little and turned back to Zell.

He smiled, patted it on the back, making a sound of honesty.

"Go bravely, I will guide you in due time."

After receiving his answer, Poluo nodded and jumped into the portal.

call out--

Broken horn Poluo passed through the portal and fell into the bamboo forest covered with fallen leaves. It looked curiously and attracted attention by these tall and green bamboos.

The yellowed bamboo leaves, with heavy wet dewdrops, suddenly stuck to its feet. It threw away the leaves on the soles of its feet and tried to climb the bamboo, but it had to give up because it was too slippery.

"Leave here first and find the way." Zer, who was observing Poluo's situation, reminded.

Behind it was a high courtyard wall. Walking in the opposite direction of the wall, Duanjiao Poluo came to a cold stone step.

Below the steps, there seemed to be the temple's mountain gate, guarded by several masked men in black uniforms. They turned their backs to the stairs and did not see a ball of white hair behind them.

After confirming that the exit below was the exit, it turned around and moved upwards, jumping over the steps one by one. The stone steps connected to a cliff. Poluo came to the cliff and found that the terrain in front of him suddenly turned into a valley. On the four walls of the valley, there were buildings with staggered heights.

These ancient buildings are very strange. Whether it is arches or houses, the pillars that serve as support are all white trees with straight trunks. The roofs are slope-shaped and have raised ends, making the entire space full of various confusing details on a generally neat basis.

The trees that act as load-bearing are all alive. They have no leaves, and their bare branches pass through the roof and pierce the sky. The sunken valley is already rejecting the sunlight, and the unique architectural structure has created a large area of ​​shadows, resulting in many of the ground here being black. It seems that an assassin may emerge from the shadow at any time.

Standing on the cliff, the little guy looked around the valley and looked at the areas illuminated by torches. Looking at the buildings, it found two people in a brightly lit hall where there were special training.

Training! I like training the most!

It suddenly became interested and spread its legs and went up the steps, but after running for a distance, it found something was wrong.

Why are you getting further and further away from your destination?

After looking back, it found that there was no way to go directly to the destination. If you want to get to the hall, the most direct way is to jump to the roof in front of you, and then use the branches as a springboard to jump to the next roof. Only in this way can you get there.

"You said you want to jump over?"

Zell was stunned when he heard its thoughts.

You are just a Poluo, not an assassin master, where did you get the courage to do such a thing?

But now he can't find the right path, so he can only agree to let it give it a try. At worst, he can guarantee it himself.

Dare to challenge the limits, this kind of courage is commendable and should be encouraged.

Broken-Attack Poluo hesitated for a while on the edge of the cliff, aimed at the landing point and jumped down towards the roof in front of him. It jumped over the distance from the cliff to the roof, but made a mistake when landing. His claws failed to grasp the eaves, and his round body immediately rolled down the slope.

Below the eaves is another eaves, which are not known how many layers are continuous. If they roll down, they can't stop.

At a critical moment, Zell summoned a reconnaissance eagle.

It swooped down, grabbed its pair of horns before Polu rolled down the eaves, and then quietly flew towards its destination.

The Investigation Eagles are birds of prey raised by the Avarosa people. In the snowy weather, they can be seen patrolling the tribe, and their sharp eyes are used to detect the movements of the robbers.

Zell asked the Scout Eagle to gently put Poro at the arch, then canceled the summons and let it disappear into the air.

I didn't want to be discovered by those two people because Poluo didn't come in through formal channels. If he descended from the sky with an eagle and said he wanted to become a disciple, you'll be done if he saw others arrest him or not.

Behind the arch are broad steps, with high torches lit on both sides.

Broken-Attached Poluo uses the slope of the steps to block the field of view, and the mat on the soles of his feet allows him to make no sound when walking. He quietly climbs up the steps and hides behind the wide stone pillars to observe in secret.

In the hall, a young man was releasing the power he had just obtained against the wooden stake, with a braid and a mask, and a black tattoo on his exposed back and arms. The ink-like tattoo was like a living creature, floating on his skin and changing shapes, gathering on his hands, and actually extending from his fingertips out of his body, forming sharp claws.

The boy shouted loudly and his claws crossed.

Broken wood flew, and the wooden stakes in front of him immediately left deep claw marks.

But the teacher behind him was not very satisfied.

The teacher was wearing a dark long skirt similar to a kimono. The difference was that the wide hem of her lower body touched the ground, completely covering her legs. Her hair was also wrapped in a geisha like a sharp symmetrical hairpin, a pale mask, and red eyeliner on her narrow eye holes, which looked a bit cunning. Her hands were linked, as in front of her red-patterned waist, she was covered by her wide sleeves, and it seemed that she could take out a sharp dagger from it at any time.

"Your fist must be blended into darkness, like the shadows turned into dark, opaque paint shadows."

A soft voice appeared under the mask, a gentle whisper like a breeze, and a gentle breeze like a smoke.

"Yes! Show the master!"

The boy gathered his energy and focused his mind, re-controlling the tattoo on his skin. His fists became darker than before, completely blending into the darkness, and even the tendons that were originally protruding on the back of his hand blurred and disappeared.

He used the same move to cut out the wooden stake in half with his attack!

Awesome!

Duanjiao Poluo almost screamed, but fortunately he stopped his mouth in time.

If the other party discovers, there will be no such powerful moves to learn secretly.

"Okay, do it again!"

Under the supervision of the master, the apprentice once again used the power of shadow he had just obtained. And the Duanjiao Poluo hid behind the pillars, imitating his movements, trying to understand something from it.

No one noticed that a black air emerged from Poluo's shadow and quietly condensed into a figure behind him.
Chapter completed!