Chapter 39 No matter how good the kung fu is, I am afraid of bricks

"is so timid, he is also worthy of being a king's grandson." Jing Ke had a sneering look on his face and laughed at Qin Yiren.

"Shut up!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo, and Mo'er shouted in unison, all with anger on their faces, as if Jing Yun had dug up their ancestral grave.

The Qin people attach great importance to righteousness, and Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo'er do not have the slightest betrayal in the predicament of Qin Yiren, which shows their loyalty. Not to mention, during this time, the changes that Qin Yiren brought to them they experienced firsthand, it was Qin Yiren who led them to be fed and clothed, lifted from house arrest, and filled them with hope. In their minds, Qin Yiren's image is getting taller and taller, and it cannot be slandered.

"There are eyes but no beads, and I am so upset that such a timid person is complained." Jing Yun's ridicule intensified.

As soon as he took a step, Jing Yun chased inside. Meng Zhao and the others came to stop him, and where could they stop him, only to see the sleeves of his robe flying, and Meng Zhao and the five of them were fanned and smashed to the ground.

"Qin Yiren, where do you want to escape?" Jing Yun's smug mockery came from within.

Meng Zhao and the five struggled to get up and went to protect Qin Yiren, but they couldn't get up for a long time, so they were only anxious. Listening to Jing Yun's smug ridicule from the inside, he sighed secretly.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, we have something to discuss, let's discuss." Qin Yiren's frightened voice came.

"It's really over!" Meng Zhao and the five of them sighed secretly, even Qin Yiren, whom they had high hopes for, was so anxious, could there still be hope?

"Ahh However, just as their thoughts turned, they only heard Jing Yun's heart-rending scream: "Tiger Wolf Qin Ren, you are so despicable!" How dare you plot against me! ”

"Is Shixia great?" Qin Yiren's mocking voice sounded, revealing pride: "You are no matter how good you are, you can also get the way of this son!" ”

"What happened?" Sure enough, it was worthy of being a strange son, Meng Zhao and the five of them were very excited, and suddenly gave birth to a lot of strength, jumped up, rushed in like a whirlwind, and saw the situation in the house clearly, all of them opened their mouths wide and petrified directly.

I saw that Jing Yun's face was white, his eyes were full of tears, his face was distorted, his face was hideous, and the image of a talented warrior was gone.

"How did Childe plot against him?" Meng Zhao's five hearts raised the question of the boss.

"I see." This happened to be the stove room, and Meng Zhao and the others found that there were a few paw prints on the ashes under the bronze kettle used for cooking, and they suddenly realized.

"Qin Yiren, I want you to die! I'm going to tear you to pieces! "The warriors are high, no one dares to provoke, even the princes dare not offend easily, let alone the embarrassing thing of being plotted, Jing Yun is the first time in his life that he encountered it, anger rose from his heart, and evil was born to the side of the bold, determined to kill Qin Yiren and then quickly.

"Choke!" Jing Yun drew his sword out of the sheath, and a snow-bright sword light stabbed straight towards Qin Yiren's standing place, like thunder and lightning, and the power was terrifying.

This is a peerless swordsmanship, a sword out, the strong wind is whistling, even the blind know Jingyun swordsmanship.

"Hugh the injured son!" Although Jing Yun couldn't see with his eyes, he was skillful, listened to the wind and discerned the position, and still grasped Qin Yiren's position clearly, and stabbed him with a sword, going straight to Qin Yiren's chest. If he was stabbed, Qin Yiren would die on the spot.

With Qin Yiren's skills, he couldn't dodge at all, so Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, and Fan Tong hurriedly took out their swords and greeted Jing Yun fiercely behind his back. Hei Bo and Mo'er were even more desperate, and pounced on them.

Jing Yun was very reluctant, but he had to let Qin Yiren go for the time being, and the sword in his hand drew a beautiful arc, as if he had come to life, resisting the swords of Meng Zhao and the others, not to mention, and shocking the three of them to retreat again and again. Hei Bo and Mo'er were slapped in the face, and they fell to the ground with serious injuries, vomiting blood.

Qin Yiren would miss this rare opportunity, held his breath, and slipped out lightly. The situation was unfavorable, and Qin Yiren had experienced a lot of things that flashed immediately, and at this time he was as slippery as a loach, and he quickly fled away.

Qin Yiren gestured at Meng Zhao and them, and they would understand, holding their breath and not revealing the slightest whereabouts.

Jing Yun's eyes couldn't see, thanks to his ears to hear the wind and distinguish the sound, without movement, he couldn't capture Qin Yiren's position, he was very angry, rubbing his eyes, but it hurt even more, and a burst of anger went straight through the top door.

Jing Yun gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand turned up and down, like a hot wheel, and began to demolish the house.

This move is very beautiful, worthy of a warrior. Qin Yiren and they are silent, the house has collapsed, you have to move, right? As long as he moves, he will be captured by Jing Yun, and at that time, is it not a matter of killing or chopping?

"What can I do?"

If Jing Yun is not stopped, as soon as the house collapses, Qin Yiren and the others will inevitably dodge, revealing their location, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

However, how easy is it to stop Jing Yun? Even Meng Zhao and the others didn't have the strength to fight, who could have a way?

Gritting his teeth, Meng Zhao gestured to Ma Gai and Fan Tong, and they were about to rush up and drag Jing Yun and ask Qin Yiren to escape. If they rushed forward, they would definitely not be lucky, but Ma Gai and Fan Tong nodded heavily, greatly agreed, and tightly clenched the sword in their hands.

However, at this moment, I saw Qin Yiren gently shaking his hand at them, staring at Qin Yiren in confusion.

I saw Qin Yiren go out lightly, and Meng Zhao and the five of them were at a loss when they saw it, which one are they going to sing?

Just when they were puzzled, they saw Qin Yiren come back lightly, holding a brick in his hand, holding his breath, and quietly touching behind Jing Yun.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Meng Zhao and the others would definitely yell and ask Qin Yiren to stop. At this time, they could only gesture at Qin Yiren, which meant to stop, stop, it was too dangerous.

Jing Yun's skills are so skillful, and Qin Yiren has no power to restrain the chicken, isn't this sending him to death?

As if he hadn't seen the gestures of Meng Zhao and the others, Qin Yiren quietly touched Jing Yun's back, the bricks in his hands were raised high, and he clenched his teeth, too hard, his teeth sank deep into his lips, and blood oozed out.

"Ahh Meng Zhao and the others finally understood what Qin Yiren was going to do, this was to calculate Jing Yun, they exclaimed, but fortunately, they reacted quickly, and hurriedly covered their mouths with their hands, so they didn't make a sound.

This is a critical moment, if they speak out, it will definitely make Jing Yun alert, and Qin Yiren will give up his efforts.

A master like Jing Yun, once he has a defense, it will be difficult for Qin Yiren to succeed again.

Suddenly, I saw Qin Yiren's eyes wide, and the essence light in his eyes was bursting, which was even more blazing than the scorching sun above the nine heavens.

"Bang!" The brick in Qin Yiren's hand slapped down fiercely and slammed into the back of Jing Yun's head.

"Ahh The back of the head is the vital point of the human body, even if Jing Yun's skills are attacked, he can't help but be attacked by Qin Yiren, and let out a roar like a beast being injured.

"Poof!" Blood splattered, spraying Qin Yiren's head and face. The warmth of the blood made Qin Yiren even more excited, and the bricks were raised high again.

If an ordinary person had been attacked in the back of the head, he would have fainted long ago. However, Jing Yun was not an ordinary person, the back of his head was smashed, but he did not faint, he just staggered.

"My son doesn't believe that you are an iron head!" Qin Yiren roared, and the bricks in his hand smashed down again.

"Ahh Jing Yun's beast-like roar rang out again.

"Poof!" Blood splattered, and a lot of blood was sprayed on Qin Yiren's body.

"Bang bang bang!"

Qin Yiren seemed to be crazy, and the bricks flew up and down, smashing Jing Yun's body. Poor Jing Yun is a world-famous warrior, but he couldn't escape the fate of being knocked over by the bricks, and finally fell straight to the ground like a dead dog, convulsing.