Lu Ping now has a name, and those who call him by the number seventy-one are basically old members of the organization. Mr. Pei was quite comfortable with this title and asked without any pause: "What's wrong with him?"
"The six-door real lock is no longer effective." The visitor said.
Mr. Pei, who had always been calm and composed, suddenly changed his expression when he heard the news. He knew what number seventy-one meant, and the six-door true lock was their final trump card. If even the final trump card failed...
"How could this happen?" Mr. Pei asked almost subconsciously.
"Six-door true lock, he caused the star to fall into his fate." The visitor said.
"Guiding a star into one's life? Beidou?" Mr. Pei frowned, "As far as I know, every Beidou disciple only has one chance to lead a star into one's life, right? It's usually done when they first enter the hospital." This is something that everyone knows, but now Mr. Pei has to be careful to use the wording "as far as I know".
"yes."
"So, the star is brought into the destiny to make the six-door real lock ineffective?" Mr. Pei said.
"It looks like this." The visitor said.
"This may be the good news among the bad news," Mr. Pei said.
"oh?"
"There shouldn't be a second time to bring a star into one's life, right?" Mr. Pei said.
"I hope so." It seems that the visitor has already thought about this issue, but without confirmation, there is still a huge stone hanging in his heart, and he cannot feel at ease.
After taking a deep breath, the visitor looked around. He finally showed some confusion that Mr. Pei and Tietou were the only two people here.
"Now it's time for me to explain the dire situation." Mr. Pei spoke before he could ask.
"What?" The visitor looked solemn.
"Song Wenfeng is dead." Mr. Pei said.
"How could it be?" The visitor lost his voice, and his expression suddenly became many times uglier than when he came before. Although Lu Ping's problem is difficult, it can be said to be not that urgent, and it can always be avoided appropriately. But Song Wenfeng was concerned that right now, his death meant that a big part of their plan would go wrong.
"It's Lu Ping." Mr. Pei said. Instead of using the code name Seventy-One, he used the name Lu Ping, which is well known to everyone in the wider community.
"And..." Mr. Pei further added, "He died down there."
"Dead below." The visitor's expression became even more ugly. "He left Yandang Pass. Has his identity been exposed?"
"I think so." Mr. Pei nodded.
If Song Wenfeng simply died, then at least Yandang Pass had lost its most powerful controller, and they always had some other secret moves. But the exposure of Song Wenfeng's identity means that their infiltration has also been exposed, so it becomes difficult to determine how many of their people are left to make a fuss in Yandang Pass at this time. And Yandang Pass is a very important part of their plan, if everything goes out of control there.
"This Lu Ping..." The visitor gritted his teeth.
"Also, he should have taken away all the experimental subjects again." Mr. Pei continued.
Compared with before, this news seemed less painful. At least the visitor did not have any mood swings after hearing the news. His attention was still focused on his irritation with Lu Ping.
"The large-scale customization was forced to start in advance because of this guy." The visitor also began to introduce Mr. Pei to the bad situation outside the customs.
"The people from the Fourth Courtyard?" Mr. Pei asked.
"We didn't wait until they entered Jiechuan." When the visitor said this, he was obviously angry again.
The large-scale customization in Jiechuan is their main means to ambush the four major colleges. This plan even started many years ago. From the beginning of setting up the large-scale customization that seems to be almost self-destructive, they are preparing for such a day.
From the day the Thousand Pine Ruler was taken away from Beidou College, the launch of large-scale customization was put on the agenda. The four major colleges would never give up. They had expected this. They are eagerly waiting for this day to come.
As a result, this plan completely collapsed due to Lu Ping's intrusion.
What's even more annoying is that all of this is completely unintentional for Lu Ping. He was not aware of the ambush, but in the process of breaking in and acting, the mountain-shattering punch after punch turned the large customization upside down.
The large customization in this state can be activated and the power can be maintained, but the key thing is that it is no longer hidden. There are so many capable people in the four major colleges. If a large-scale customization with insight is right in front of them, how can they rush in rashly? Therefore, the most critical point of this large-scale customization is that it is concealed. People cannot enter the Jiechuan before entering. Be aware of something.
In the end, all these years of hard work finally turned into a self-destructive customization because of Lu Ping's mess. Countless people had their teeth broken and could only swallow it.
"Then how to deal with the four major colleges now?" Mr. Pei asked.
The original plan was destroyed, and there was no alternative plan that could replace this plan that had been the result of many years of hard work. Now that the four major academies are approaching the city, it is impossible to confront them head-on. This is a move that the three major empires dare not make easily.
"Let's guide them towards the three roads first, and let them have some collisions first." The person said.
"Even if it is, it can't help anything." Mr. Pei said.
"Is it possible for us to face him head-on?" the visitor asked.
"Where is Lu Chenfeng?" Mr. Pei asked another key person.
"Lu Chenfeng is powerful, but it's a pity that it's difficult to use." The visitor shook his head.
"Now then..."
"Are all the assassins here?" the visitor asked.
"The four Jianguos under Qingfeng's jurisdiction, each leading eight Zhujians, are already on standby outside the town." Mr. Pei said.
"Oh, that……"
"But Lu Ping has also gone to town now." Mr. Pei quickly added and interrupted.
The visitor's face suddenly showed a look that didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Four tops and thirty-two tops. Since the establishment of the Assassin's Alliance, there has probably never been so many elite masters assembled for action. But even with such a rare gathering of strength in a century, facing Lu Ping... the Seventy-One that they had created but could no longer control...
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and the person who came actually gave him a loud slap in the face.
"Self-mutilation will not solve the problem." Mr. Pei said.
"I need to wake up." The person then rubbed his face again, very hard, as if he wanted to force his brain out and let him breathe.
Everyone looked at him in silence and could see that he was thinking hard.
"If the conflict outside the customs is not intense enough, these assassins may not be of much use." The visitor was thinking.
"Are you sure?" Mr. Pei suddenly smiled.
"It's just four pointed fruit and thirty-two bamboo tips." The visitor said, but after saying this and looking at Mr. Pei's smile, he suddenly remembered something.
"Could it be..." There was sudden expectation in his eyes.
"Yes." Mr. Pei nodded, "That one, she is here."
