Ten days later, the hunting operation officially ended, and the disciples returned to the agreed place to gather one after another.

The number of people at the beginning was more than 900, but it was not until this evening that more than 600 people gathered, and 280 disciples did not come back.

Most of them died in the fight in underground caves.

There has been taken over and controlled by Qingyun Sect, and a lot of spiritual herbs and crystal stones have been cleared out.

Although the losses were heavy, most of the disciples were still excited. They all gained something in underground caves, and some of the disciples' harvests were jealous.

He Xiangtian's face was gloomy and he sat in the corner with his team. They had gained the most that day, but in a chaos, not only did more than ten disciples sacrifice, but there were only a lot of treasures left in the end, and there was not one person. He felt so angry that he had been hiding in the forest for the past ten days and recovered from his injuries, and he had no intention of continuing to hunt.

The culprit is the killer.

Where did it come out? Why did you kill Tang Baonan?

The more He Xiangtian thought about it, the more strange he became, and the more frustrated he was. Who would I mess with?

"Let's go tomorrow!"

The five elders did not rush to leave and decided to wait another night. Although they said in advance that they had said, "It's not over yet" in each hunting operation, they would still try to wait as much as possible when they were really over. After all, they were all disciples of Qingyun Sect, so they could not be abandoned just by saying that they would abandon them.

All night, disciples ran back one after another, and most of them were in a mess. When they saw the elders still here, they bowed and expressed their gratitude. There was still three days to go from here to Qingyun Sect. If they were asked to run back by themselves, they might encounter some danger.

"Where is Qin Ming? Dead?" A disciple next to He Xiangtian suddenly spoke out.

"Qin Ming?" He Xiangtian raised his gloomy eyes and almost forgot about that boy.

"Who of you caught Qin Ming?" Some disciples went around nearby and asked all the disciples of the Great Elder faction, but they all shook their heads.

Someone sneered: "Maybe he's dead long ago. With his little strength, he's another person, so it's strange that he can survive."

"I met Qin Ming ten days ago and lived a very miserable life." said the people from Tang Baonan's team. Their team originally had eight people, but now there are only four left. The captain Tang Baonan has died in the cave. What's depressed is that he doesn't even know who it is.

"Didn't catch him?" He Xiangtian frowned slightly, but why didn't he catch him when he met him?

"Let him run away." They didn't want to talk about what happened that day, it was embarrassing to say it.

Someone said, "Qin Ming has not come back until now, maybe he has died in the mouth of that monster."

They had no intention of paying attention to Qin Ming, and were both angry at the cave underground that day, and hated the bastard with a mask to the core.

The next morning.

"All those who should come are back are coming, let's go." The elders counted the number of people, 683, and 235 disciples did not come back.

An elder deliberately 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 has not executed Qin Ming for eight years, why has he allowed his disciples to kill him now? Does it feel that he has no use value, or is it because Qin Ming's talent showed that stimulated the elder? Poor child, poor Qin family.

Ling Xue silently looked back at the dense forest. He hadn't come back yet, where have he been?

"Sister Ling Xue, it's time for us to go back." Yaoshan's disciple urged her.

Ling Xue looked at her in a daze for a while, then turned around and walked into the team.

"It seems that I didn't see Qin Ming."

"Will he die in the forest?"

"Oh, poor man, I have no blessing. I was born in the city lord's mansion, with rich and wealth, and my family was destroyed as soon as I became sensible. I was taken to Qingyun Sect as a servant. I finally ended my hardships and became the Lingwu Realm, but died in the forest."

"The word "fate" defeats fate. Whoever has it in his name will definitely not live long."

"I deserve it. Who made him shamelessly come to participate in the dabbling operation? He knew someone was going to harm him."

"It's been eight years, and I almost died many times. In the end, he survived it. This time I should be really dead."

The other disciples also noticed that Qin Ming did not come back, some were regretful and some were mocking.

This is how life is all about.

They all guessed that He Xiangtian and others might have murdered Qin Ming, but no one was so stupid that he talked too much. Just a small servant, it had nothing to do with their lives, at most it was a topic of conversation after dinner.

"Set out!" The elders ordered again, and the team set off and set out in a mighty manner.

The disciples communicated excitedly on the way, some were glad that they had completed the hunt, some were happy that they had gained a good harvest, some were exchanging experience and agreed to come back next time.

Ling Xue looked back on the road several times, but she didn't notice Qin Ming.

The other disciples gradually forgot Qin Ming, and died if they died, so they would not be sad for him. Instead, they were interested in how Qingyun Sect would deal with the 200,000 slaves in Daqingshan. Part of the reason why those people were honestly slaves was that a young city lord was detained and could not resist. Now that the young city lord is dead, will the 200,000 people still be at peace?

"Oh, if Qin Ming really dies, it will still involve many people." An elder whispered that when Qin Ming was alive, no one would care, but if he really died, it would be difficult to explain the sect leader, Elder Mu Bai, etc.

Two days later, a fierce battle suddenly appeared in the dense forest ahead, and the roar of monsters was very deafening.

The disciples looked around, was it the mercenary team hunting monsters? During the hunting operation, they were really reluctant to meet the mercenary team, but now they were fearless and looked there with great enthusiasm.

The elder who was walking in front waved to signal the team to stop, looking at the front coldly, not wanting to cause trouble.

After a while, accompanied by a loud rumbling sound, a majestic iron bull flew towards the front of the team. His huge body hit the thick trees repeatedly, rumbling constantly, the big trees swayed, and the branches and leaves flew around, and the scene was exciting.

Many female disciples exclaimed, barbaric!!

A figure rushed over and slammed the barbarian bull.

The bull swayed and roared, terrified and ran away in panic.

The man flipped in the air, slammed into a critical momentum, with a magnificent momentum, and his rotating fist was filled with a strong wind. However, from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly glanced at the vast crowd next to him, and was in a daze, with a slightly weak momentum. He passed by the iron-skinned manta, and his fist fell on its head, but shattered the huge rock next to him.

The man looked at the team in surprise, and the team stared at him in a daze.

"Why did you get here?" the man was surprised.

"Qin Ming?" Many people in the team looked at him in surprise.

The iron-skinned bull picked up his life from the iron fist, and hissed at Qin Ming twice, and fled into the dense forest.

"Stop it, that's dinner!" Qin Ming shouted.

A long sword soared into the sky, and the sword was so angry that it was sharp and sharp, slashing towards the iron-skinned bull.

"Puff!"

Blood splattered, and the long sword easily cleaves the hard armor of the iron barbarian bull.

The manniu fell to the ground whinefully and could not get up again.

Kill with one knife!

The chaos stopped, but the atmosphere was a little weird.

Tieshanhe walked out of the team and put away his sword: "I have a serving of this dinner."

Qin Ming patted the gravel and dust on his body and looked at the quiet team: "Don't you... should you go back?"

"Why are you here!" Someone wondered, it was really Qin Ming!

"I was at the innermost part of the main sacrificial mountain cluster a few days ago and couldn't catch up with the gathering. I guess you might not be waiting for me, so you didn't get to the gathering place and returned to Qingyun Sect by yourself. Why are you... even slower than me?"

He didn't plan to join the team, and was preparing to go back all the way and stay in the mountains and forests for as many days as possible.

Another reason is that he is still a little afraid of seeing Ling Xue, a disciple of Yaoshan, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

Someone in the team chuckled: "This kid is so lucky, he just can't die, hehe."

"Return to the team!" an elder shouted coldly.

"Yes!" Qin Ming noticed the strange expressions of many disciples, but he didn't take them seriously. He muttered in his heart, "I'll be dead, I'll be angry to death."
Chapter completed!