"What do you...what do you want to do?"

Twelve struggled to cover the broken arm with their left hand, but it was still difficult to stop the blood from flowing out. Among the three, Twelve was the worst injured. Even if he did not stop bleeding, just bleeding could make him die.

"Please save Twelve first!"

The eleventh voice was extremely weak, but there was a pleading in it.

Thirteen's eyes were red: "Save Twelve!"

The two felt the increasingly weak aura of Twelve and were anxious.

Although the two of them wanted to help Twelve stop the bleeding, it was difficult for them to even turn over now, let alone use their energy to save people.

Yang Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Twelve whose eyes were gradually becoming turbid, and said lightly: "I didn't expect that there would be such a friendship between you killers."

After pondering for a moment, Yang Qi took out a pill filled with fragrance, but did not swallow it immediately.

Yang Qi threw the pill in his right hand and looked at Eleven and Thirteen: "Tell me, who asked you to kill me?"

Thirteen gritted his teeth and said, "Change another condition!"

Yang Qi said lightly: "Time waits for no one."

"you......"

Thirteen looked angry, but he aroused his physical injuries and let out a cry of pain.

Yang Qi continued to throw away the pills, without any rush: "Even if you don't say it, I basically know who it is. I just want to know the answer exactly. Friendly remind you, if you don't stop bleeding within a stick of incense, he will die."

Twelve's rapidly weakening aura made Eleven's face change rapidly. Looking at Yang Qi's smiling face, he said in a deep voice: "It's a disciple of the Di Ling Sect."

Yang Qi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Tell the truth."

Eleven said angrily: "It is indeed a mission issued by the disciples of the Diling Sect!"

Yang Qi tsk: "As a powerful killer organization, shouldn't the strongest one be your intelligence capabilities?"

His voice suddenly became cold: "With your intelligence ability, how could you not know who is behind the disciple who issued the mission?"

Yang Qi put away the pill and said lightly: "Since you don't want to cooperate, then forget it."

Eleven and Thirteen looked at each other, and both of them struggled.

Finally, Eleven finally compromised.

"Jinming Road."

Yang Qi's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and it was him. There were only two groups of people he had offended in the Lingzong of Earth, including Sun Xing and Jin Minglu and his group. Of course, Yang Qi had also suspected Gui Wanhai. After all, Yang Qi had only seen Gui Wanhai on one side, and he didn't know what kind of person Gui Wanhai was.

Yang Qi bounced his hand and the pill he had put away was shot into Twelve's mouth. But Twelve was already in a semi-coma at this time and could not activate the primordial power to accelerate the effect of the pill's medicinal power.

Yang Qi slapped Twelve's chest with a palm, and Twelve's face changed: "What are you going to do!"

Eleven said in a deep voice: "Thirteen, silent!"

Thirteen's expression changed slightly, but he felt a ray of energy flowing into Twelve's body from Yang Qi's palm. Then at that moment, the medicinal power of the pill began to spread out quickly, and Twelve's broken arms gradually stopped bleeding.

Thirteen was obviously relieved. He knew that he had blamed Yang Qi wrongly.

Eleven's naked eyes also flashed with a hint of relaxation, and he said gratefully to Yang Qi: "Thank you."

“Um…”

The medicinal power in the body quickly healed the injuries in the body, and Twelve's eyes gradually became clear.

"This is......"

He was a little confused by the rolling medicinal power in his body, then looked at Yang Qi's calm gaze and frowned: "Why do you want to save me?"

Among the four people present, the three of them were half dead, and only Yang Qi had the ability to save him.

“Just fair deal.”

Twelve's face changed slightly, and he turned his head to look at Eleven and Thirteen: "Are you..."

Eleven shook his head: "You have to survive."

Twelve frowned: "What's the use of living for a while? Our lives are still in his hands."

Thirteen said in a deep voice: "Only by surviving now can you have a chance to continue to live."

Twelve was silent for a while, then looked at Yang Qi: "How can we survive?"

Yang Qi looked at the three of them and looked at each other with their eyes. He raised his eyebrows: "Before this, I want to do one thing first."

With a wave of the sleeves, a gentle force gently landed on the faces of the three people, and the mask covering the faces of the three people flew to the side.

"really......"

A trace of surprise flashed in Yang Qi's eyes, and then nodded in surprise.

Eleven and twenty-three, these three people have exactly the same face. In other words, because their faces are too similar, the little difference will almost make people ignore it.

Yang Qi tsk twice: "Tripplets are rare."

Thirteen snorted coldly: "The killer of triplets is even rarer."

Yang Qi said curiously: "Who is the eldest and who is the youngest?"

Eleven looked at Yang Qi. Although he didn't want to answer, he knew that his three of them were all in Yang Qi's hands, so he had to answer.

"I am the eldest, and the twelve is the youngest."

Yang Qi suddenly realized that no wonder Eleven and Thirteen were so anxious about Twelve's injuries, not only because the three were brothers, but also because Twelve was the youngest brother.

Thirteen was a little impatient: "I've finished chatting and talk, how can we survive!"

Eleven and Twelve also looked at Yang Qi nervously, and were ready to survive even if they paid all the price.

Yang Qi said lightly: "You come and kill me, it's time for me to kill you, but I can give you a chance to survive..."

A breathtaking light flashed through his eyes: "Submit to me and do things for me in the future."

Thirteen had almost no hesitation and said angrily: "Impossible, the three of us have never surrendered to anyone!"

Yang Qi smiled faintly: "Not before, it doesn't mean there will be no in the future. Besides, you are in the Phantom League, and I think you are not the boss, right?"

Thirteen snorted coldly: "Although the Fantasy League is a killer organization, it is extremely loose. The killer takes on tasks and gets rewards in the league, and there are no other restrictions, so the three of us brothers have always been extremely free."

Yang Qi raised his eyebrows: "How do you distinguish the superiors and subordinates of the Fantasy Thorn Alliance?"

Eleven explained: "It's very simple. The difficulty of receiving tasks and the success rate of completing tasks. The more tasks you complete, the more difficult tasks you have, the more you can advance to your superiors. There are more than 300 killer assassins in the Fantasy League, all of which are coded with numbers. The smaller the number, the higher the strength and status. However, Thirteen has already said that no one can be ordered in the Fantasy League, and even No. 1 cannot be ordered by No. 300."

Yang Qi said in surprise: "So you three won eleven to thirteen, and there were only ten people above you in the entire Phantom League."

Thirteen looked a little arrogant: "Of course, we are also well-known in the Phantom League. But you were wrong. To be precise, there are only nine people in the Phantom League that are stronger than us."

Seeing Yang Qi appearing puzzled, Thirteen said in a deep voice: "There has never been a person in the No. 1 of the Fantasy League. It has been thousands of years since the establishment of the Fantasy League, and the position of that No. 1 has been vacant. Because No. 1 is the person who founded the Fantasy League."

Yang Qi's heart moved: "The person who created the Phantom League is still alive?"

Thirteen shook his head: "I don't know, but thousands of years have passed, I guess he will die long ago. But the first requirement was stipulated at the beginning of the establishment of the Fantasy League, and no one is allowed to use No. 1."

Yang Qi nodded in contemplation, and his thoughts were even more firm.

"I still say the same thing, surrender to me, you three can survive, and you will not lose your benefits in the future."

Thirteen still flatly refused: "It's impossible. If you want us to surrender to you, you might as well kill us directly!"

Yang Qi glanced at Thirteen: "Even if you are not afraid of death, don't you think about your brother or younger brother?"

Thirteen trembled his face and looked at Eleven and Twelve with some hesitation.

Eleven frowned: "You first talk about what you would let us do if we promised you."

"Don't worry, you should do whatever you should do. Only when I need you will I call you."

Thirteen had a cold face: "What if you need us every moment?"

Yang Qi looked at him like a fool: "My time is more precious than you. Do you think I will waste my extra time on you?"

Thirteen looked angry, but he didn't say anything.

He knew that Yang Qi was right. With Yang Qi's current age, he had such strength and his talent can be imagined. What genius needs most is time, and every minute and every second are extremely important to Yang Qi.

Yang Qi looked at Twelve: "If you can't cure your broken arm, I will find a way."

The three of them lit up their eyes: "Take it serious?"

Yang Qi smiled faintly: "What you need to do is not to question my ability, but to believe what I say."

Although it is difficult to regenerate the broken arm, there are countless mysteries in the Xuanhuang world, such as elixirs, heavenly treasures, and even some special monsters, which can be broken and reunited. Yang Qi has absolute confidence to get these treasures, of course, this must be a long time later.

"Follow me, you will definitely be glad for your decision in the future, but if you reject me, you will never see the sun tomorrow again. I don't have much time, so I will give you a stick of incense to consider it."

Yang Qi sat on the ground, swallowed a pill and began to heal his wounds. The three people lying on the ground looked at each other, all thinking about something.

Life or freedom, the three of them kept weighing each other.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Eleven sighed after all: "Promise him."

Thirteen gritted his teeth: "What if he lied to us?"

Twelve whispered: "We have nothing to lose, either."

After a pause, Yang Qi's crazy domineering posture deeply imprinted on his heart appeared in Twelve's eyes, and his eyes were slightly confused: "Maybe with such a peerless genius, you can also walk a wonderful path."

Eleven finally made a complete decision and looked up at Yang Qi: "We agreed."

A glimmer flashed deep in Yang Qi's pupils: "Congratulations, you made the most correct decision."

Three killers who have escaped from the ninth level of mortality are in their pockets!

(Catch up, even more will remain unchanged)
Chapter completed!