"If you want to blame, you can only blame your life, you shouldn't have sex. Ye Haotian looked at the blood slowly oozing from the slender knife on Zhou Wusheng's neck, and said, "Those surnamed Zhou deserve to die." ”

Zhou Wusheng didn't understand why Ye Haotian said this, his consciousness began to become blurred, his body gradually became cold, and in a trance, he remembered the people that the Zhou family had killed over the years, the hatred they had made, and suddenly he had some enlightenment.

"The Zhou family will not let you go. ”

After saying this, Zhou Wusheng slowly fell down, blood gushed out along the wound on his neck, and the clothes on his chest also cracked a half-meter-long crack, revealing a deep knife wound below.

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Back in the bungalow, the little maid had woken up.

Her face was still a little pale, seeing that Ye Haotian's eyes were full of awe and horror, after knowing that he had saved herself, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him, tears fell straight down, and she looked so pitiful.

It wasn't until the little maid was emotionally stable that Ye Hao asked about her origin.

After some conversation, Ye Haotian learned that the little maid's name was Xiaocao, who had just turned thirteen years old this year, because her parents died early and her family was poor, she was sold to the temple as a maid by her uncle, and she was sent to Anyang after several turnovers because of her cleverness.

Xiaocao is now a maid of a disciple of the inner hall, every disciple who enters the temple will have someone to serve him, Ye Haotian is no exception, according to the difference in strength and identity, the number of subordinates is also very different, the outer hall disciple can only have one maid, and the inner hall disciple can be increased to two or five, of course, if you have enough money, you can also enjoy better treatment.

After sending Xiaocao away, Ye Haotian returned to his residence and locked himself in the cultivation room.

Zhou Wusheng's appearance evoked a lot of memories for Ye Haotian, reminded him of Sun Kaishan, and reminded him of many past events that happened on Seven Star Island.

Qixing Island was broken, dozens of guards on the island rebelled, and some extremely deep undercover agents surfaced almost at the same time, and one of the biggest black hands behind this was King Zhou.

Compared with the hatred of the demon clan, Ye Haotian's hatred for King Zhou is several times stronger, if it weren't for the traitor he arranged to destroy the big array, how could all the villagers on the island die tragically, that bloody and cruel picture Ye Haotian didn't dare to think about it, he had already vowed to let the Zhou family pay the price of the whole clan to pay for it.

Killing Zhou Wusheng was just the beginning.

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The news of Zhou Wusheng's killing soon spread in the temple.

Ascend to the platform of life and death, life and death are determined by heaven, and the family master of the deceased must not cause trouble and retaliate, otherwise he will be the enemy of the temple.

This sentence is the rule of the challenge of life and death, most of the sects in the continent also have similar rules of competition, the stronger the sect and the higher the status, the stricter the rules, so, after tens of thousands of years of continuation, the duel between cultivators also has some default iron laws in the realm.

But the rules are set by the strong, and for some big families, even if they don't say anything on the surface, it's still easy to do something behind the scenes. What's more, it is a dignified prince.

The day after Zhou Wu's death, a letterhead recording the details of the battle was placed on King Zhou's desk.

"I'll go to Anyang and kill Ye Haotian to avenge the seventh brother!"

Zhou Gang is twenty-three years old this year, tall and mighty, with leopard eyes and thick eyebrows, and a domineering body, which is very majestic when King Zhou was young. He was standing behind King Zhou at this time, looking at his father's tall and burly back, and said coldly.

"Wusheng was raised by me since I was a child, he entered the four realms at the age of nineteen, and the family's vertical and horizontal sword has also been practiced to the seventh level, among your brothers, in terms of talent, he is not worse than your eldest brother, but he was killed by a knife, which is a major loss for our Zhou family. ”

Zhou Gang didn't speak, and a cold cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Kill him, and you won't have to go. ”

"Why? Are you afraid that I won't be able to kill that Ye Haotian?"

King Zhou turned around, stared at his son, and said in a deep voice: "You are the Zhou family, Ye Haotian is a disciple of the temple, you go to kill someone to tell the temple that the Zhou family is avenging Wusheng, this burden, we don't need to pick it, write a letter to inform Lao Zhu, and transport the body back as soon as possible." I have my own arrangements for the killing. ”

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Shrine, Martyr's Hall, underground secret room.

Ye Haotian waved the bǐshǒu in his hand, and kept rotating around the humanoid puppet in front of him, with a rapid and tight 'aggressive' sound, the smooth surface of the puppet soon had a dense layer of cracks, and suddenly, Ye Haotian made a sharp turn, his body flashed from behind the puppet to directly in front of it, and bǐshǒu drew a brilliant silver light on the chest of the chājìn puppet.

There was a soft click, and the puppet's head fell to the ground, revealing a neat cut in its neck.

In the dim corner on the side, Ye Wu slowly walked out like a ghost, he came to the puppet, reached out and touched the incision on his neck, and after a long time spit out two words: "Not bad." ”

A flash of joy flashed on Ye Haotian's face, the most two words he heard after training every day these days were: come again.

"Can you learn the real art of assassination? You promised me that if you stab me four hundred times in ten breaths, you will teach me the real secret art of killing. ”

Ye Wuying stretched out his hand and pulled out the bǐshǒu inserted in the puppet's chest, and instead of answering Ye Haotian's question, he suddenly asked, "You killed a freshman named Zhou Wusheng?"

Ye Haotian was slightly stunned, and then nodded and said: "On the stage of life and death, I didn't use any of the killing techniques you taught, I used the Sky Split." ”

"Zhou Wusheng is the nephew of King Zhou, and he is also a disciple valued by the Zhou family, for the sake of a little maid, you killed him, haven't you thought about the trouble you might encounter?"

Ye Haotian's eyes flickered, smiled, and said, "That's a fair challenge of life and death, what trouble can there be? Could it be that the Zhou family still wants to take revenge on me? That means being an enemy of the temple." Do they have the guts?"

"Don't you dare, what if you do it secretly?"

Ye Haotian snorted coldly, and said indifferently: "If you want to talk about assassination, who can compare with the killers of Xinghe, I haven't studied in vain in the past few months, how can it be so easy to kill me?" suddenly showed a flattering smile on his face, "What's more, you all know about this matter, teacher, if I have any accidents, it will be the hands of the Zhou family, and you can avenge me." ”

Ye Wuying looked up at Ye Haotian, his dark green eyes kept flashing.

"The Zhou family has already asked someone to attack you. ”

"Huh?"

Ye Haotian's eyes widened in surprise, and before he could speak, Ye Wuyin continued: "That person is the killer of Xinghe. ”

"Same door?"

Ye Haotian's eyes widened.

"And he's already taken on the task. Ye Wuyin said again.

"Kill your own people?"

Ye Haotian couldn't believe his ears, he had been in the galaxy for so long, and he had never heard of someone asking a killer to kill a killer.