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Chapter 29: A humiliating plea for help

Because they discovered Zheng Ming's traces, the searchers became extremely cautious. Every time they walked, four or five people would explore the way together.

"Is there any news about Zheng Ming?" A voice came from behind these people.

Several warriors who had already become extremely cautious, when they heard this question, they all looked up in the direction of their speech.

I saw the visitor wearing a blue dress and a tender face, but his eyes were looking down at them with a look of contemplation.

These people were not angry about the eyes of this Yang, but on the contrary, they all showed respect.

"Mr. Xie, Qinghu has discovered Zheng Ming's traces. According to Qinghu's estimate, Zheng Ming should have appeared here half an hour ago."

The man who was speaking was the leader. He seemed to be afraid that he would not say anything. If he made a contribution, it would have nothing to do with him.

The man, known as the Green Fox, had a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he did not dare to speak.

The young man known as Mr. Xie smiled faintly and said, "Okay, it is a great achievement for you to find Zheng Ming's whereabouts."

"By the way, who is the Qinghu? Tell me where Zheng Ming might be now? I'll send Sikong Longxiang to bring people here."

The face of the green fox suddenly showed excitement. Although Mr. Xie was not his master, the Xie family's reputation was above the aristocratic family to which he belonged.

If he can get the attention of the Xie family’s young master, his life will definitely be much better in the future, so he quickly saluted the Xie family’s young master and said, “Young Master, the youngest is the green fox.”

"According to the small concerns, Zheng Ming is within ten miles. As long as we surround the ten miles, the small one will be confident to find Zheng Ming."

Qinghu's words made the young master's eyes lit up. He laughed and said, "Okay, Qinghu, you have made great contributions, I will definitely ask you for me."

While speaking, the noble young man even reached out to his hand on the shoulder of Qinghu and patted casually.

Qinghu naturally dared not even hide for this way of expressing importance. His face was filled with an excited smile.

As for the others, especially the leading man, they all looked at Qinghu with jealousy, sighing that although his cultivation level exceeded that of Qinghu, they did not practice tracking methods, otherwise...

Just as these people were moved, the young master of Xie waved his hand and said, "You will continue to pursue, I will go find Sikong Longxiang to transfer people."

It was like a breeze, and the young master of the Xie family had disappeared without a trace. Everyone who looked at the young master of the Xie family had envy in their eyes.

The young master of the Xie family has surpassed them at a young age, and his future achievements are even more limitless.

Compared with the young master of the Xie family, these people are like mud.

"Okay, everyone should take action. Since Mr. Xie said that, we must all be credited." A trace of jealousy for the Qinghu flashed in the eyes of the leading man, but his words were filled with encouragement for the people around him.

His words made the big men excited, but just as everyone was about to take action, they found that the green fox was standing still.

"Are you too happy? Let's talk about it quickly, Zheng Ming finds it out, that's the matter." The leading man looked at the Qinghu who was still standing stunned. He patted his shoulder with dissatisfaction.

However, the moment his palm slapped the green fox, the green fox fell to the ground.

The leading man originally thought that he had used too much force, but when he looked at the green fox, he was all there.

I saw a thread of donated blood overflowing from Qinghu's neck. It was dead. The green fox was dead. Their companion who was good at tracking died silently.

How did he die? After the big man's mind buzzed for a while, he suddenly felt that his death must have something to do with Mr. Xie. After all, only Mr. Xie had contacted the green fox just now.

"Young Master Xie is fake, the one who came to us is fake." A big man shouted in horror in his voice.

The leading man looked at Qinghu's wide open eyes, unable to believe, and then understood at this moment. While he was angry, a wave of fear arose in his heart.

Zheng Ming can pretend to be Mr. Xie, or as someone else. Fortunately, the target of Zheng Ming's attack this time was Qinghu. If the target of his attack was himself, he might have fallen here.

"No matter what, we must avenge the Qinghu brothers!" The leader who roared this sentence changed to an extremely ferocious look.

Just as they were talking, a cold voice came from a distance: "What are you doing here?"

The leading man turned his head and saw another young master Xie appearing in front of him and others. The first thought in his mind was that this young master Xie was also fake.

When this idea appeared in his mind, he didn't think much about it and rushed towards Mr. Xie. The long sword in his hand rolled back the clouds in one move, urging a three-foot sword light to slash towards Mr. Xie.

Mr. Xie was stunned. He didn't expect that these guys who were subordinates in his eyes would dare to attack him.

However, even though he was surprised, Mr. Xie was not the one who took action. The moment the leading man took action, the long sword in his hand swung, and thirteen extremely gorgeous sword flowers fell towards the leading man.

Although the leading man is a little higher than Mr. Xie in terms of cultivation, he is much worse than Mr. Xie in terms of martial arts level.

So after Mr. Xie's long sword was first launched, he hurriedly resisted three moves, but he was not killed by Mr. Xie's sword.

When the other warriors discovered Mr. Xie, they all followed suit, but they were all avoided by Mr. Xie.

"The Thirteen Flowers of One Sword is the Thirteen Flowers of One Sword of the Xie family. You are really Mr. Xie." The leading man saw Mr. Xie's sword technique and immediately screamed in surprise.

"Dear brothers, please don't take action for the time being. This is really thankful, Mr. Mr., this is a misunderstanding!"

The shouts of the leading man not only made Mr. Xie stop, but the others also stop.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mr. Xie said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his words. As soon as he came up, he was surrounded by someone's sword, and naturally he felt a little unhappy.

The leading man was also a little scared at this time. Just as he was about to speak, a man who had been beaten near Mr. Xie suddenly slashed towards Mr. Xie's back with a sword.

This sword was so fast that when the person who saw this sword was about to shout Mr. Xie to be careful, the sword had already slashed on Mr. Xie's neck, trying hard to see who Mr. Xie was sneaking into the ground.

And the person who killed Mr. Xie was like a cunning rabbit, flying towards the distance.

"He... he is Zheng Ming, he was by our side just now!" The leader looked at Zheng Ming who had already left. In his eyes, in addition to the angry flames, there was more of a look of fear. His hands and feet were trembling.

Sikong Longxiang's head hurts very much. At this moment, he no longer has the joy of being a leader of the younger generation. It can even be said that his joy has disappeared completely now.

Another son of the Xie family died, and even Wang Haohong's cousin died in assassination. After they gathered their forces together, they actually did not stop Zheng Ming from killing at all.

If they had any gains from their gathering this time, then their only gains were that they were sure that they had brought them countless troubles and had assassinated a total of nineteen talents who had met the sword hunting, that is, Zheng Ming.

"Sword Hunting!"

Sikong Long Elephant, who muttered these two words, had only one thought in her mind at this time, that is, who was the hunter for this sword hunt?

Whether it was him or those young talents from various major families of the Great Jin Dynasty, they all frowned tightly whenever they mentioned the word "Sword Hunting".

They are even reluctant to mention these words again.

Zheng Ming's traces came and went like the wind, and they could not touch them at all. And even if they had seen Zheng Ming twice, they were still killed by Zheng Ming. The bait they set up and left calmly.

He was elusive and appeared beside them without any preparation, and killed them on the spot before they could deal with it.

What a horrible situation this is.

"Brother Sikong, we can't continue like this!" Wang Haohong, whose eyes were red, stepped to Sikong Longxiang's side and said in a low voice.

Sikong Longxiang looked at Wang Haohong and felt a feeling of being sympathetic. A few days ago, Wang Haohong was still in high spirits and was also a little dissatisfied with his position as the commander.

But these days, Wang Haohong, who has been planning to capture Zheng Ming and wants to make a big splash, is now like a defeated quail.

I have asked for help from the family, and this idea has appeared in Sikong Longxiang's heart for countless times.

But he was unwilling to do this, because asking for help from the family means that his failure in the sword hunt this time means that his status in the family declined.

However, this time, he nodded heavily without any hesitation.

He knew in his heart that the only way out for the family was to ask for help from his family. The deaths of the children of aristocratic families had made him feel that his life was a little insured.

Wang Haohong has a smart brain. When he made this suggestion to Sikong Longxiang, he had already thought that Sikong Longxiang would agree.

However, it would be better not to guess this result for him.

After all, this kind of thing is really not something to be proud of. The two of them were silent for a long time, but in the end, Sikong Longxiang said, "When the family sends an assistant, I must catch that kid and cut it into pieces."

Wang Haohong nodded, and his heart also hated Zheng Ming.

Not only because of his many companions, they died in Zheng Ming's hands, but also because Zheng Ming took away his only pride. (To be continued.)
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