When he faced the little fat boy before, he was cool and unrestrained, but as a child of a noble family, Ling Tian's temperament is much more mature than ordinary children. Therefore, after being separated from the little fat boy and Zheng Caiwei, he already knew in his heart that he was evil.
A force.
And in the current team, the power of the little fat family is definitely not bad.
Unexpectedly, he is the only one left in the Ling family now. The reason why the Zheng family brothers treated him so well before was that no matter how much he wanted to believe that Zheng Caiwei and him were destined to be together, as a child of a noble family, he subconsciously
You know, it's just because the Zheng brothers have a crush on him.
The greatest possibility of achieving this is his talent.
In all likelihood, the Zheng brothers knew about the many slave warriors he had killed and his escape from Si Jin's army. After all, although the Zheng brothers' team was not the same as him and that army,
The team is all in this deep mountain.
Even though they don't seem to have much contact with each other, as a member of the family, Ling Tian will never underestimate the various wonderful powers of the family.
Based on the inheritance of the Zheng family, it is very possible that the Zheng family knew what he had done before, and this also made the Zheng family brothers decide to win over him. However, when Ban Chao's inheritance has not been moved by him, the Zheng family
The brothers are more likely to do something again.
Otherwise, Zheng Caiwei had never spoken to any other male children in public during the past period, but today she was talking to other boys on his way back.
There's no reason why Ling Tian didn't think more about it.
So, is that little fat man planning to do something again?
This is obviously possible. Although this team was put together by the Zheng brothers, in theory, in order to prevent people from being shaken, it is impossible for the Zheng brothers to do anything extraordinary. Even if things get out of control, they will
Take action to stop it.
But people's hearts can never be broken through common sense. Who knows whether the Zheng brothers will let anything happen.
I can only regret that my talent is not top-notch after all. Many of the things I did before were all due to some kind of wonderful improvement brought about by being on the verge of death.
Ling Tian clenched his fists fiercely. He was not too angry about the Zheng brothers' clear purpose. As a descendant of an aristocratic family, he knew very well that love and hate without reason never existed in this world.
Most of the time, love and hate among Chinese people depend on interests.
If he doesn't have any ability that can benefit the Zheng brothers, then why should he make the Zheng brothers look at him differently?
Of course, you don't hate him if you don't hate him, but if the Zheng brothers plan to kill him together with other people, or just borrow other people's hands, then he will not accept his fate.
"Ling Tian, come out here..."
At this moment, the little fat man's voice suddenly came from outside.
Ling Tian's eyes were sharp. The Zheng brothers did not restrict the development of the matter. Sure enough, everything was as he guessed, and it was even worse. The Zheng brothers were ready to kill him directly.
With his ears twitching slightly, Ling Tian could tell that there were at least ten warriors outside.
Each of these warriors is stronger than those slave warriors. They are the real elites of the family, the elites they take with them even when they flee for their lives, and these elites are the heritage of the family.
These warriors were raised by aristocratic families, and the concept of loyalty was instilled in them from a very young age.
The Ling family used to have a few such elites, but the elites of the Ling family were all guarding the direct descendants of the Ling family. Ling Tian and Ling Tian's parents were just the second wife of the Ling family.
Otherwise, if there were a few such elite guards on the Yangtze River, it would be impossible for Ling Tian's family of three to die.
And there are probably not many such elites even in the Feng family where the little fat boy lives. It is difficult to cultivate such elites, not to mention that the direct lineage of any family is not calculated in ten digits. Otherwise, the Zheng family brothers will also
There can't be only such a small team.
I'm going too far. In short, now that the little fat man has arrived outside his tent with such an elite, it undoubtedly means that the Feng family where the little fat man lives is planning to kill him.
And if the Feng family is able to send an elite person, it is impossible for the Zheng family brothers not to know about it.
This is to take his life...
Ling Tian closed his eyes slightly, then stood up and walked to the edge of the tent. His ears moved slightly. Although he didn't know why he had so much power, Ling Tian was sure that he could hear a lot of sounds at this time.
.
He listened quietly for a few seconds. Although the fat man and those elites outside would rush in at any time, Ling Tian's expression was extremely calm.
As his ears continued to tremble, slight sounds from outside the tent reached Ling Tian's ears.
That was the wind, which blew over every object outside the tent, including the broken barrels, the stakes holding the tent in place, the salute, and then, there was a huddled figure.
It was a person, huddled in a hidden corner somewhere. Surrounding this figure was the place where the team placed debris, and it was covered with countless grass. The figure was huddled among the grass and debris.
It's like a dead thing, even if the wind blows by him, it seems to slide past him.
This is a master, a latent master.
The people sent by the Zheng brothers...
There was a faint glare in Ling Tian's eyes. Did the Zheng brothers really want his life?
In other words, the Zheng brothers just wanted to test it out.
After all, he had shown so many talents before, and the two brothers had invested so much in him, from Ban Chao's inheritance to Zheng Caiwei's, they probably wouldn't give up on him so easily.
Ling Tian thought in his heart.
Don't say that Ling Tian has no ambition, others are plotting against him, and he still wants to continue to please others.
In this real world, the north has long been devastated by slave warriors, and the waves on the Yangtze River are rolling and difficult to pass. If you don't join the other aristocratic families and fight out according to your temper, are you waiting to die?
What's more, Zheng Caiwei is indeed a girl that Ling Tian likes very much.
In a few years, Ling Tian even felt that he would be very happy to marry Zheng Caiwei.
So, in this way, if you can show your own value, wouldn't it be possible to continue to develop towards a better side?
Just like in a family, useless people, even direct descendants, will be given up, while useful people, even if they are the eldest son, will be reused.
Then, kill the little fat guy... and the people he brought...
A thought flashed in Ling Tian's eyes. He stood up, then reached out with his wrist to remove a scimitar from the tent. This was the only thing he brought that belonged to him.
It was also a weapon taken from slave warriors.
After taking the scimitar, Ling Tian closed his eyes slightly again. Countless memories of using the scimitar suddenly poured out of his mind. After a few breaths, Ling Tian's eyes opened again.
He had been studying Ban Chao's inheritance for a while without making any progress. However, he seemed to be able to get the answer just by thinking about the use of the scimitar and various fighting methods.
This is also very weird, but no matter how hard Ling Tian thinks about it, he can't think of anything.
Ling Tian walked towards the door curtain of the tent. He was about to go out and have a good time with the people brought by the little fat man. However, at this moment, suddenly, a figure suddenly jumped out of the tent.
Come in.
This figure was extremely fast. Almost as soon as he passed through the door curtain, he saw Ling Tian's figure holding a scimitar. In an instant, a long sword rushed out from the man's hand, and in the blink of an eye, countless swords were scattered in front of Ling Tian.
sword flower.
This was indeed a master, and he should have been ordered by the little fat man to come in to investigate. When he saw Ling Tian as soon as he came in, he immediately attacked without thinking, but he was afraid that Ling Tian would take the advantage.
The elites raised by these aristocratic families are all very strong. In theory, they should be extremely proud, but unfortunately, each of these elites is extremely cautious, and they do not have any so-called pride or other emotions.
At this time, this action was appropriate enough to make 99% of people despair.
With such caution, even a sneak attack may not be able to defeat these elites.
However, just when the elite sword flower dispersed, Ling Tian's mind seemed to have countless ways to crack the sword technique. The scimitar in his hand almost subconsciously swung out, and then cut into the sword flower.
Immediately afterwards, his figure moved forward, the scimitar escaped like a stream of light, and he quickly pushed away the sword flowers of the long sword at an extremely fast speed. The man had already collided with the elite.
However, when Ling Tian, who was very cool just now, arrived in front of the elite, he suddenly found that he could no longer perform the wonderful move that was still showing off his power at this moment. The elite felt that the follow-up of Ling Tian's move was weak and started to turn his wrist, and actually used
The hilt of the sword hit Ling Tian directly.
The embarrassing thing is that even if someone else uses the hilt of the sword, Ling Tian finds that he still feels that he cannot break it.
"Hell..."
Cursing secretly, Ling Tiangan simply hit the elite with a headbutt.
Although he is less than ten years old, Ling Tian, as a child of a noble family, has been extremely well-nourished since he was a child. At this time, his height is not much shorter than that of the elite. When the hammer was knocked out, the elite was defenseless.
The next blow hit this elite's nose hard.
The nose, which has extremely dense neurons on this face, was hit. No matter how elite you are, you can only have snot and tears streaming down your face for a while. Not only your vision is greatly affected, but your thinking is stagnant for a moment.
And at this moment, the scimitar in Ling Tian's hand was already moving rapidly on the elite's chest.
Although I can't remember how to continue with the exquisite moves to crack this elite swordsmanship, I can still do it by simply wielding the scimitar Ling Tian.
The blade flashed, and the elite member of the Feng family was first cut open in his wrist tendons, and then the long sword fell to the ground, and then all the vital points on his chest were directly cut open, and then he was stabbed on the neck, and was kicked out by Ling Tian.
Outside the tent, the little fat man led the remaining nine people and was still preparing to wait for the elites who had entered before to force Ling Tian out so that they could all step forward to catch Ling Tian. The little fat man would then kill him directly.
But, suddenly, the elite he sent turned into a corpse and was kicked out.
Accompanied by the dull sound of the corpse falling to the ground, the little fat man's eyes widened and he even choked on his breath slightly. It was not fear or regret for the death of the elite, but heartache.
Even though the little fat boy is relatively dandy, as a child of aristocratic family, he understands interests better than ordinary children. For the current Feng family, no, for any aristocratic family still in the north, it is one less person who dies, and the elite
The number of people determines the survival of this family.
Yes, the real continuation of survival, in the current situation, those things that families relied on in the past are no longer reliable, and the only ones that can rely on are these elites.
Now, just because he wanted to vent his anger, an elite man actually died. This made the little fat man extremely heartbroken, and he was even more worried that he would be beaten up by his parents in a double match because of this.
However, the little fat man was in a daze, but Ling Tian didn't hesitate at all. Seeing that the elite brought by the little fat man were killed, the other elites were stunned. At this moment, Ling Tian's arm suddenly waved.
.
A large handful of gray-white powder was immediately thrown out by Ling Tian.
When this completely unknown powder was spilled, the nine elites behind the little fat man immediately came to their senses. Two of them quickly pulled the little fat man into their arms, then turned around and one of them covered the little fat man's mouth and nose.
, one person covers their mouths and noses.
The other seven elites closed their eyes and held their breath, and then swords appeared in their hands.
However, just when these seven people were holding swords, Ling Tian had quietly rolled to the feet of these elites. The scimitar drew out without any sound, and with blood spattering, he cut off the legs and feet of the seven elites.
half.
Half of the calf was cut open. Considering the team's environment, these seven elites were obviously completely destroyed.
After doing this, Ling Tiancai quickly stepped back with a smile, winning. He defeated eight elites by himself. He believed that he had once again demonstrated his worth.
However, at this time, the pair of eyes hidden in the distance frowned slightly.
Ling Tian defeated eight elites in one breath, killing one and injuring seven. It was naturally a great victory. However, the method used for such a great victory was obviously not what the Zheng brothers wanted.
What the Zheng brothers want is a fierce general, not an assassin who is good at sneak attacks and plots.
"Feng family, Ling Tian..."
After chanting calmly for a few times, the owner of those eyes looked to the side. There, far away, was a tent looming. The owner of these eyes didn't know how to deal with Ling Tian and the Feng family for a moment.
Obviously I want to ask.
But, at this moment, a curtain suddenly shook a few times outside the tent.
In an instant, the owner of these eyes seemed to understand something.
