1897: C1897 Sword Pavilion Meng Qiu

C1897 Sword Pavilion Meng Qiu

Jiang Ting noticed the youth's actions and immediately guessed that the people from Thunderclap Hall, or to be more accurate, someone in this group knew or had seen the youth before, so the youth intentionally hid his tracks to avoid being seen.

However, Jiang Ting did not do anything extra. He had waited for a year, so there was no harm in waiting a little longer. He did not believe that with that young man's power, if his daughter or son was born, there would be no traces of it.

After the people from Thunderbolt Hall arrived, they didn't waste any more words and directly started to receive the food … The Thunderbolt Hall people didn't do anything, but they took more than fifty percent of the food.

This was the way of the world. The villages were already used to it, so no one said anything.

It ended smoothly?

Otherwise.

After every household had handed in their food and even Jiang Ting, who had just finished counting to Dafeng Village, the convoy did not leave.

The leader of the caravan was obviously a senior member of Thunderclap Hall, as he stared at the villagers, he revealed a gloomy expression, "This harvest is 30% less than the previous ones!"

His voice was somewhat cold.

The villagers were instantly shocked.

In the end, it was the old village chief who came forward with a staff in his hand, "My lord, you do not know, this year is not good, there is not enough rain, and the harvest is not good …"

"Cut the crap!"

The leader of the group shouted loudly, and then revealed an ice-cold expression: "I don't care about the harvest? My Thunderbolt Hall's share has never been changed. We can even gather all of the nearby villages, but what about your Da Feng Village? "

The village chief became anxious, "Sir, the harvest is indeed not enough. If we hand in more food, the next year's harvest will be insufficient. If the villagers are not full, it is very possible that they will starve to death.

"Indeed, they are all lowly bones."

The leader's eyes became colder and colder as he tilted his head and asked, "Do you know what to do?"

"Deacon, don't worry. These lowly commoners are all the same. Just teach them a lesson." A person from Thunderclap Hall replied with a charming smile, after which he looked at the surrounding village names with disdain.

The Village Chief's expression became uneasy. "Milord, what are you trying to do?"

"A cheap bone is a cheap bone." The person who had been laughing coldly suddenly took out his long blade and swung it. The afterglow of the setting sun scattered a few rays of cold light on the edge of the blade.

A chilling cold!

A sizzling sound was heard as the scent of blood pervaded the air.

Jiang Ting, who was in the crowd, frowned as his eyes revealed a hint of coldness … The village was dead!

After a moment, Jiang Ting shook his head and smiled bitterly … The Eye of Heaven was staring at him. No matter what he wanted to do, he couldn't do it. Just a slight movement on his part would cause the Eye of Heaven to launch an attack on him.

Several of the men immediately cried out in alarm, "San Gouzi!"

The man called San Gouzi had fallen to the ground. His head had left his body, and he was dead.

The people of Thunderclap Hall were all at the same cultivation level. The people of the village were all ordinary people. Although their strength was not bad, how could they stop the people of Thunderclap Hall from attacking?

The one who attacked didn't care and revealed a sinister smile, "Since you want to starve to death, I'll kill a few of you first. This way, the food you lowly commoners get won't be too bad!"

After he finished speaking, that person slashed out once more.

Although Jiang Ting wanted to save others, it was just that the Eye of Heaven was above the peak of the sky. He was powerless … Moreover, this place was the history of the past, something that had already happened. He could only enter this place to bear witness to everything that had happened.

History is already history. At least Jiang Ting at this moment, he can't do much.

However, what surprised Jiang Ting was that when the knife was about to hit the next person, the young man who came to the village a year ago made his move.

With a leap, he stood in front of the man who was about to be hacked apart.

With a 'chik' sound, the blade pierced the bone.

"What hard bones." The face of the person from Thunderclap Hall that had used the saber was filled with shock.

Spring Grass hastily ran over to the youth. "Stone."

"I... "I'm fine."

The young man squeezed out a smile as he comforted her, then he looked at the person who struck out randomly: "Sir, we don't have nobility or cheap food, this year we don't have enough, next year we'll make up for it, why do you have to kill people?"

"Great sir, I want to kill someone, do you still need to care?" Do you really think you can resist my Thunderbolt Hall with just your cultivation?! " The eyes of the Thunderbolt Hall disciple who had made his move suddenly turned cold. He then slashed out with his saber. This slash was aimed at Spring Grass.

If it struck down, then with Spring Grass' body, it would be cut in half.

The young man clenched his teeth and quickly turned around. Holding onto Spring Grass, he tried to evade the danger.

On the other side.

Jiang Ting looked at the young man's actions and his eyes were filled with surprise... From his perspective, as long as the young man used a bit of power, it was enough to kill the person who attacked countless times, but the young man did not counterattack. He did not even use any of the power in his body.

Was this person stupid?

While Jiang Ting was surprised, the person who attacked had become alarmed and angry. This was because there were already many voices of ridicule in the team.

"Old Liu, could it be that you were bewitched by that girl in the brothel yesterday? You couldn't even hit a normal person, haha."

"Isn't it so? Old Liu, you are so soft that you can't threaten an ordinary person. Do you want to laugh us to death?"

"Haha."

"..."

Amidst the ridicule, the person who attacked became even angrier.

However, the leader of the carriages looked at the youth who was running away, and his body suddenly began to tremble … Jiang Ting was certain that it was the trembling of extreme fear.

A person who had a good relationship with the person who attacked whispered, "Boss, don't be angry. Old Liu can't do it. I'll go help him."

It was obvious that the trembling of the leader was mistaken for anger.

Because of this, the leader's body suddenly regained some of his intuition and control.

The leader roared with all his might, "Scram... Get back... "Come back!"

Those that were prepared to strike out immediately narrowed their eyes and glared hatefully at the youth. However, in the end, they did not attack and retreated back to the carriages.

At this moment, countless knife marks appeared on the young man's body … Four of them were bone-deep, and countless amounts of blood were still flowing.

The leader's body suddenly went limp. "Meng …" Meng … Meng … "Qiu …"

He was stuttering so much that he couldn't even speak properly, making it difficult for others to hear him clearly.

The young man lifted his head with an extremely miserable expression and endured the pain as he muttered, "This lord …" We don't have enough harvest in our village this year, so let's make it up next year, okay? "

The person in the lead suddenly became alert: "Alright …" "Alright."

The leader then turned and ran, "Return to Nine River Town! Immediately! "Immediately!"0

The rest of them didn't understand, but they still left in a hurry.

The youth then gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, you haven't brought the food yet …"

"My Thunderbolt Hall will not accept your harvest today." The leader ran even faster.

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