Xia Yuanqiu suddenly laughed, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Since you call yourself Jiang Tang, don't you know your nephew?"
The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice: "What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of nephew?"
Xia Yuanqiu's smile became even brighter: "Could it be that after Patriarch Jiang took the position of Patriarch, he didn't recognize any of his relatives? He couldn't even recognize his own nephew?"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Nonsense, I, Jiang, don't have a nephew."
Zhu Yan sneered, his eyes even more mocking: "Unfortunately, I just met my uncle the day before yesterday. He and his son Jiang Du were together. Why, your name is Jiang Tang, so do you also have a son named Jiang Du?"
Only then did the middle-aged man realize that his performance in the eyes of others was just a joke, a big joke!
He was angry in his heart and quickly looked at Xiao Qi who had been standing beside Xia Yuanqiu.
Xiao Qi understood, and suddenly pulled out the dagger hidden in his sleeve, stabbing Xia Yuanqiu in the back of the heart. The dagger flashed a faint blue, like a will-o'-fire from hell, indicating death.
Zhu Yan pulled Yuan Qiu's hand to his other side and kicked his left leg suddenly, hitting Xiao Qi's side. Xiao Qi was caught off guard and flew backwards, hitting a beam and pillar hard. He vomited blood and died.
Zhu Yan didn't even look at Xiao Qi. He turned his eyes slightly, once again focused on the middle-aged man's face, and said softly: "Xiao Sanlang, you bribed Xiao Qi and ordered him to trick Qing Shang into telling you what he said." Lao and Yuan Qiu live in the inn, but because they disguised themselves and changed their appearance, you were afraid that it would be easy to scare someone, so you let Xiao Qi deceive him. Now that we are here, what do you want? "
Xiao Sanlang didn't expect that he planned to kill two birds with one stone with his elaborate scam. Not only did he get the medicine man, he could also pin the shit basin on the Jiang clan. The disaster was diverted to the east, and he was able to escape unscathed. In the end, he was the one acting the show. , everyone just looked at his acting like a fool. Even his identity was clearly known to the other party, which was really ridiculous.
Xiao Sanlang simply broke the can, high-fived three times toward the door, and said angrily: "Bring it up!"
Two guards immediately escorted a man covered in blood and with disheveled hair into the front hall.
Mo Bo watched Qing Shang grow up. He knew that this person must be Qing Shang without looking at his face covered by messy hair. He knew that this person must be Qing Shang just by looking at his figure. He couldn't help but feel a great pain in his heart and said angrily: "Beast, this is you. You said you would treat me well?"
Xiao Sanlang laughed wildly: "Of course I treated him well, who told him to be so stubborn?"
Hearing Uncle Mo's voice, Qing Shang raised his head suddenly, with a concerned look in his messy hair: "Dad Mo, why are you here? You shouldn't be here -"
Even though he was as calm as Yuan Qiu, when he saw Qing Shang's body covered with blood, his anger rose to the sky: "Damn it, is this your way of cherishing talents? What talented person would be willing to succumb to what you do?" Your disciple?"
Xiao Sanlang coldly snorted: "I, Mr. Xiao, do cherish talents, but if this talent refuses to obey me, why should I cherish him?"
Qing Shang shouted: "Dad Mo, Miss Xia, please leave quickly and leave me alone."
Xiao Sanlang shouted: "No one can leave today!" After that, more than a dozen sword-carrying guards rushed in from outside the door, all of them were masters of swordsmanship.
It's no wonder that the Xiao family, as one of the four ancient clans in the world, was founded on swordsmanship. The real masters in the clan are all renowned for their swordsmanship.
The Eighteen Blood Fiends remained expressionless, but their hands were already on the hilts of their swords. The strength of these masters of swordsmanship should not be underestimated. Even though they possessed peerless martial arts, they did not dare to be careless in the slightest.