Chapter 76

He xiangtian went out of the yard and went around the manor carefully to make sure there were no redundant people. Then he quietly came to Han Qianye's courtyard and looked inside through the window for a while.

Han Qianye was seriously injured. He didn't go to the game and stayed in his room to recover.

"Han Qianye?" he xiangtian tried to call.

"Sick?" Han Qianye's voice was weak and he closed his eyes and didn't bother to answer.

He xiangtian's heart is cold. He will do it with you sooner or later.

There was a scarlet blood stain outside Qin Ming's courtyard. It extended all the way from the martial arts field to the room. It was the blood dripping from Qin Ming.

He xiangtian stood outside the courtyard, hesitating how to cheat Ding Dian away. He doesn't want anyone to know he's been here, or someone will always suspect him.

But on second thought, the patriarch may be looking forward to Qin's death. The madman only wants to become famous and ignores the face of the whole Qingyun sect. Now I'm afraid the most embarrassing person is the patriarch. Explain? I can't explain. TIESHANHE's already said that. Any explanation by the patriarch is a cover up.

As soon as he xiangtian gritted his teeth and grabbed the dagger, he was about to enter the yard, but the door opened. He xiangtian turned his head and hid in the fence next to him.

Ding Dian gently closed the door, left the yard and ran to the direction of the martial arts field.

"How did you go? Did you go to the game?"

He xiangtian's eyes turned and smiled. He knew that Ding Dian would not take good care of Qin Ming. The battle madman couldn't bear to go back to the game.

However, for the sake of safety, he waited patiently for a while, determined that Ding Dian really left and didn't come back, and then entered the yard with light hands and feet.

Hey, can't Ding Dian blame him for leaving halfway?

He xiangtian came to the door of Qin Ming's room. Finally, he hesitated for a while, pushed open the door and walked in with the corners of his mouth.

Qin Ming was lying in bed with bandages all over his body. He was carefully bandaged. His face was as pale as paper and his breathing was weak. It seemed that his injury was very serious. Many bandages seeped blood.

"Tut Tut, it's terrible to be hurt like this."

He xiangtian closes the door, grabs the dagger and slowly walks to Qin Ming. As long as he unties the bandage, pulls all the wounds again, bleeds and breaks bones, Qin Ming will die soon. While he was cruelly fantasizing about the means to harm Qin life, he carefully approached Qin life.

Qin Ming breathed weakly, but evenly, and his chest fluctuated slowly.

He xiangtian first tested his breath and stretched out his hand to release the bandage.

Suddenly

"What are you doing?" a cold voice came from the side.

"My God." he xiangtian was so excited that he almost sat on the ground. When he turned his head, there was a man sitting on the wooden chair by the window, a chubby man.

"Huyan Zhuozhuo?! why are you here!" he xiangtian rubbed his eyes and thought he was hallucinating.

"Why are you here?" the chubby boy was no one else, but Huyan Zhuozhuo, the descendant of Huyan family. He had no smile on his face and stared at he xiangtian with bad eyes.

"I... why can't I be here? I'm here to participate in the competition. Of course I'm here." he xiangtian calmed down and put away the dagger without any trace. "It's you. How did you get into the city hall? How are you here! What's your heart!"

Huyan Zhuo looked at him coldly and gave him a hum and smile. He came by his father's order. There was a delay on the way. He just arrived today. The family sold half of the mine in order to fight for the quota of tea party for Qin Ming. They had to determine that Qin Ming was worth the price, so they appointed him to come and see how Qin Ming performed.

He just arrived this morning and happened to witness Qin Ming's game. Then he followed Ding Dian back here.

He was feeling the potential of Qin's life and surprised his investment, but he Xiang slipped into the sky. It seemed that he was going to assassinate?? This shameless bastard! He xiangtian said seriously, "please leave! I'm not sure how you came in and whether you would threaten Qin's life."

Huyan Zhuo Zhuo looked at him for a while, got up slowly, and resumed a smile on his round, fleshy face: "afraid?"

"What do you mean?"

"Qin Ming's eight years of servants have finally come to an end. There are eight famous tea parties. Now it's not a question of whether Qingyun sect wants to give him any identity, but how to keep Qin Ming. I think even if Qin Ming leaves Qingyun sect now, other sects will be interested in taking him in, and still try their best to cultivate him. Qin Ming has become famous and is about to turn over. You're... Worried..." Huyan Zhuo smiled.

"Huyan Zhuo Zhuo, find out before you speak. You are also a disciple of Qingyun sect."

"My task is finished." Huyan Zhuo smiled brightly. Over the years, he has recruited hundreds of disciples in Qingyun sect, all of whom have great potential. The only regret is that I didn't find a disciple with special potential. I'm very unwilling. Now, once Qin Ming became famous, his potential is unlimited, and his task can be said to have been completed perfectly. He is just making a decision to cultivate Qin Ming in the future. I believe the family will support Qin Ming after knowing his performance at the eight tea parties.

"Since you want to roll, roll now." he xiangtian turned his eyes and thought of a way.

"You go. You can't hurt Qin's life with me."

"You are the one who is plotting against the law." he xiangtian went to Qin's life again.

"What are you doing? Stop!"

"I want to protect Qin life." he xiangtian clenched the dagger.

"Don't do anything stupid, back away." Huyan Zhuo stopped in front of he xiangtian.

"Want to fight?" he xiangtian's right hand vibrated slightly and stabbed Huyan Zhuo with a knife. As long as there is a fight, there will be chaos. In the chaos, there will be a chance to "accidentally hurt" Qin's life. At that time, it will just blame Huyan Zhuo. You don't admit it? It doesn't matter. If Qin Ming is dead, there will be no proof.

"How brave!" Huyan Zhuozhuo didn't expect he xiangtian to dare to stab openly.

Boo!!

The door was suddenly dodged and a stream of blood came to my face.

Who? They were startled.

TIESHANHE walked into the room covered with blood, carrying a black sword, murderous, and looked at he xiangtian coldly.

Why is he back? He Xiang tightened up in the heart of heaven: "iron mountain and river, you came just in time. This dead fat man wants to..."

"Roll!!" TIESHANHE just came down from the martial arts field. He was covered with blood and murderous spirit. It was very frightening.

"You..."

"Roll!!" TIESHANHE drank cold again.

He xiangtian twitched at the corner of his mouth, bit his teeth and slowly put away the dagger. Damn it, I admit it!

"Now!!"

"Hum." he xiangtian snorted and strode away.

But just as he walked by the iron mountain and river, the black knife shook cold and cut off his head towards he xiangtian.

He xiangtian's dead all took risks and dodged, but the black knife still hit his back. A deep scar hit his back directly from the back of his neck. He screamed and threw himself on the tea table, surprised and angry: "iron mountain and river, you're crazy!!"

Qiang!! When the black knife got rid of it, the Qi of the knife vibrated, turned over in the air, and chopped his head to he xiangtian.

He xiangtian climbed and rushed out of the room in a hurry. As a result, he was hit on his back again by a black knife. His powerful force directly drove him out of the yard for more than ten meters, screamed and rushed out of the yard, rolling one after another, leaving blood all over the ground.

Han Qianye was shocked and rushed out of the room with his sword. He just saw the black knife cut off again and cut into he xiangtian's head.

"Don't!" he xiangtian screamed in horror, cold all over his body.

The black knife stopped at the last moment and hit his right eye. The sharp edge seemed to pierce his head.

He xiangtian supported the ground with his hands and dared not move. Bean sweat hung all over his forehead.

TIESHANHE stood outside the room, murderous, controlling the black knife across the air.

Han Qianye frowned and reminded: "iron mountain and river are disciples of the same school. Don't be impulsive. Although he is hateful, he won't kill him in Wuling city."

"TIESHANHE, calm down... Calm down... I didn't do anything..." he xiangtian trembled and begged, staring at the black knife in front of him,