Ten days later, the hunting operation officially ended, and the disciples returned to the agreed gathering place one after another.
The initial number of people was more than 900, but it was not until this evening that more than 600 people were gathered, and 280 disciples did not come back.
Most of them died in the fighting in underground caves.
The place has been taken over and controlled by the Qingyun Sect, and a lot of spiritual grass and crystal stones have been cleared out.
Although the losses were heavy, most of the disciples were still excited. They all gained something in the underground caves, and some of the disciples' gains made people jealous.
He Xiangtian's face was gloomy, and he led his team to sit in the corner. They had gained the most that day, but after a chaos, not only did they sacrifice more than a dozen disciples, but in the end there was only a lot of treasure left, and no one could share it. One of them was so angry that he had been hiding in the forest to recover from his injuries for the past ten days and had no intention of continuing to hunt.
The culprit is the killer.
Where did it come from? Why kill Tang Baonan
The more He Xiangtian thought about it, the more strange and aggrieved he became. Who the hell did I provoke!
"Leave tomorrow!"
The five elders did not leave in a hurry and decided to wait one more night. Although every hunting operation is preceded by saying "No waiting until the expiration date", when it comes to the end, they will still wait as long as possible. After all, they are all disciples of the Qingyun Sect, and they cannot be abandoned just like that.
Disciples came back one after another throughout the night, most of them very embarrassed. When they saw the elders were still here, they all bowed to express their gratitude. There are still three days to go from here to Qingyun Sect. If they are allowed to run back by themselves, they might encounter some danger.
"Where is Qin Ming? Is he dead?" A disciple next to He Xiangtian suddenly said.
"Qin Ming?" He Xiangtian raised his gloomy eyes and almost forgot about the boy.
"Which of you has captured Qin's life?" A disciple went around and asked all the disciples of the Great Elder's faction, but they all shook their heads.
Someone sneered: "Maybe he would have died long ago. With his little strength and being alone, it would be surprising if he could survive."
"I saw Qin Ming ten days ago, and he was living in a very miserable state," said someone from Tang Baonan's team. Their team originally had eight people, but now there are only four left. Even the captain Tang Baonan died in the cave. The frustrating thing is that they don't even know who killed them.
"Didn't you catch him?" He Xiangtian frowned slightly, he even touched the sword, so why didn't he catch it
"Let him run away." They didn't want to talk about what happened that day, it would be embarrassing to tell them.
Someone said: "Qin Ming has not come back yet, maybe he has died in the mouth of that monster."
They didn't care about Qin Ming, they were all angry about what happened in the underground cave that day, and hated the masked bastard.
The next morning.
"Almost everyone who was supposed to come has returned. Let's go." The elders counted the number of people. There were 683 people, but 235 disciples did not come back.
An elder specifically looked for Qin Ming's shadow, but shook his head in disappointment. It seemed that He Xiangtian and the others had dealt with it. Alas, the elder had not executed Qin Ming in eight years, so why did he acquiesce to his disciple's death now? Is it because he feels that there is no use value, or is it because Qin Ming's talent has stimulated the great elder? Poor child, poor Qin family.
Ling Xue silently looked back at the dense forest. He hasn't come back yet. Where has he gone
"Senior Sister Lingxue, it's time for us to go back." The Yaoshan disciple urged her.
Ling Xue stared blankly for a while, then turned and walked into the team.
"I don't think I saw Qin Ming."
"Did he die in the forest?"
"Alas, poor man, he has no good life. He was born in the city lord's palace, with fine clothes and fine food, and was rich and noble. However, his family was ruined just after he became an adult. He was taken to the Qingyun Sect as a servant. After all the hard work, he became the spiritual martial realm, and ended up dead. It’s in the forest.”
"The word "ming" destroys life. Whoever has it in his name will not live long."
"He deserves it. Who made him brazenly talk about participating in the hunting operation? He clearly knew that someone was going to harm him."
"It's been eight years. I almost died many times. In the end, he managed to survive. I think I really died this time."
Other disciples also noticed that Qin Ming had not come back, some expressed regret and some mocked him.
Life is like this.
They all guessed that He Xiangtian and others might have assassinated Qin Ming, but no one was stupid enough to talk. He was just a little servant, and had nothing to do with their lives. At most, he was just something to talk about after dinner.
"Let's go!" The elders ordered again, and the team set off, Hao Hao set off.
The disciples communicated excitedly on the way, some were glad that they had completed the hunt, some were happy that the harvest was good, and some were exchanging experience and promised to come back next time.
Ling Xue looked back several times on the road, but did not find Qin Ming's figure.
The other disciples gradually forgot about Qin Ming and died as soon as he died, so as not to feel sad for him. Instead, they were interested in how the Qingyun Sect would deal with the 200,000 slaves in Daqingshan. Part of the reason why those people were slaves was because a young city lord was detained and could not resist. Now that the young city lord is dead, the two Will 100,000 people still live in peace
"Well, if Qin Ming is really dead, many people will still be involved." An elder whispered that when Qin Ming was alive, no one would care, but if Qin Ming was really dead, where would the sect master, Elder Mubai, etc. It’s hard to explain.
Two days later, in the evening, a fierce battle suddenly broke out in the dense forest ahead, and the roar of monsters was very deafening.
All the disciples looked around. Could it be that the mercenary team was hunting monsters? During the hunting operation, they really didn't want to encounter the mercenary team, but now they were confident and looked there with interest.
The elder walking at the front waved the team to stop and looked ahead coldly, not wanting to cause trouble.
After a while, with a loud rumbling sound, a majestic iron-clad bull flew sideways and smashed into the front of the team. Its huge body hit the thick trees repeatedly. The rumbling continued, the trees shook, and branches and leaves flew around. The scene was exciting.
Many female disciples exclaimed, barbaric! !
A figure rushed over and hit the bull with a fist.
The bull swayed, whined in horror, and ran away in panic.
The man was tumbling in the air, swinging his fists to hit violently, with a majestic momentum, and his rotating fists were filled with strong winds. However, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the huge crowd of people beside him. He was in a daze, and his momentum was slightly weaker. , passed by the iron bull, and the fist did not fall on its head, but shattered the boulder next to it.
The man looked at the team in surprise, and the team also looked at him in surprise.
"How did you get here?" The man wondered.
"Qin Ming?" Many people in the team looked at him in surprise.
The iron-clad bull managed to save his life from the iron fist, neighed twice at Qin Ming, and fled into the dense forest.
"Stop it, that's dinner!" Qin Ming shouted.
A long knife soared into the sky. The sword's energy reached the sky, and it was bone-piercing. It struck at the iron-skinned bull.
"Pfft!"
Blood and water splashed, and the long knife easily split the iron-clad bull's hard armor.
The bull whined and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
Kill with one strike!
The chaos stopped, but the atmosphere was a little weird.
Tieshanhe walked out of the team and put away the big knife: "I have a share of this dinner."
Qin Ming patted the gravel and dust on his body and looked at the quiet team: "You... shouldn't you go back?"
"Why are you here!" Someone wondered, it is really Qin Ming!
"I was at the innermost part of the main sacrifice mountain a few days ago and couldn't catch up with the gathering. I guess you guys might not be waiting for me, so I went back to Qingyun Sect before I got to the gathering place. Why are you... why are you slower than me?"
He had no intention of joining the team, and was planning to go back all the way to practice and stay in the mountains and forests for as many days as possible.
Another reason is that he is still a little afraid of meeting Ling Xue, a disciple of Yaoshan, and doesn't know how to face it.
Someone in the team chuckled: "This kid is really tough, he just can't die, hehe."
"Return to the team!" an elder shouted coldly.
"Yes!" Qin Ming noticed the strange expressions on many disciples' faces, but did not take them seriously. He muttered in his heart, I will make you mad to death if I don't die. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.