"Conscription team! Xuanjian Sect's conscription team ......"

Hearing these three words, Xiaoya stood up suddenly, and then looked around.

After scrambling to find it, what she ended up holding in her hand was not valuables or food, but only a broken knife.

That's not all, Xiao Ya held the knife, but instead of the handle, she clenched the blade, so the blood instantly left along her little hand.

"What's going on?"

Until this moment, Han Jing asked softly, and at the same time, a hand stretched out and clenched Xiao Ya's trembling hand.

As a result, the blood shed by Xiao Ya's skin cut by the blade also fell into Han Jing's palm, read the blood technique, and sacrificed!

This art of reading blood is very similar to the art of reading souls, both of which are supernatural techniques that can know the memory and experience of the other party through the blood or soul of others.

The difference is that the art of reading blood only needs to get a little blood from others to be cast, and after it is cast, it can only get a few memories and experiences of the other party, but it will not hurt and endanger the other party's life;

The art of soul reading often requires the soul to be extracted or injured by the opponent's soul, and once it is cast, it will often kill the opponent, and at the same time, it will also obtain almost all of the opponent's memories and experience!

Now Han Jing is using the art of reading blood, so unconsciously, some of Xiaoya's memories have turned into electricity, and her blood has turned into an indescribable thing and integrated into Han Jing's heavenly sense.

In the next moment, Han Jing saw scenes of chaos in his mind, saw the slaughter and slaughter of villages one after another, saw countless unarmed people falling, and saw the girl's father hide the girl and was tied up by some men on horsebacks and dragged away from the girl's sight!

......

In troubled times, the people are like mustard!

The life that is still breathing does not dare to hope for the dawn of the future, and it will often become the dust in the history written by the strong in the darkness before the dawn comes!

This cottage would have been dust!

Or in the eyes of many people, this place is about to become dust, buried by troubled times!

......

After the time of two teas, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, approached, and stopped, and the simple gate of the cottage had been broken by iron horses, and more than a dozen men appeared in the valley on tall horses, igniting the low shacks, ushering in the dark night.

The rain stopped, and the day disappeared into the black night.

There was blood in the mud and ditches in the valley, and in the moonlight after the rain, there was a different kind of enchanting......

"Big brother, all the people who escaped are here!" A man shook his head and looked at the four men who were tied together and dragged behind a carriage, and said, "It's a pity...... There are not many useful people!"

Hearing this, another man on a war horse had a cold face, and his eyes swept around like a cold wind.

He saw an elderly man, both male and female......

He saw a child, both male and female......

But these people are dead now. They had either arrowheads, fatal sword marks and wounds, and some had their arms or feet cut off......

They were all alive not so long ago, but after escaping from the cottage, they encountered these men and their minions, and died tragically under the trampling of iron hooves, the harvesting of arrows, and the sword.

"We need to bring back thirty people, eleven more!"

When he finally spoke, the man who seemed to be a small boss was very dissatisfied: "If you don't kill these old wastes and small wastes, you can even make up for them!" But now, you can only burn this place with one fire, and give this qiē to the bandits!"

This sentence shows that he has found an excuse for the bloodbath here - that these people died at the hands of the bandits, not them!

After saying that, he jumped off the war horse and walked forward step by step.

Finally stopped, and he happened to stand in front of Father Zhao: "Old thing, you are not bad, you didn't run away!"

Daddy Zhao really didn't run away.

At first, he had a chance to escape, because he was outside the valley at the time, and he got bad news, and he could have escaped as soon as possible.

But because of Xiaoya, he chose to return!

Then Xiaoya didn't follow him and escaped, and persuaded him to stay - because of Han Jing!

Xiao Ya told Father Zhao one thing at that time, saying, "Big brother is a martial artist!"

So Daddy Zhao stayed, helpless, but also with luck and expectation.

"Big ...... Adult ......" Looking at the little leader of the so-called conscription team at this moment, Father Zhao was about to kneel down in fear: "The villain's nephew is a martial ......."

But before he knelt down, Han Jing helped him up.

"Martial arts?"

Hearing this, the little leader smiled coldly and looked Han Jing up and down in disbelief: "Is that you, this kid?

"Yes, yes!" Nodding hurriedly, Father Zhao said: "The Xuanjian Sect has rules, as long as someone in the family is a martial artist, then the people in his family can be protected by the Xuanjian Sect!"

It turned out that these men came from a sect called Xuanjian Sect.

This sect now seems to be undergoing a large-scale "conscription" because of some things. At the same time, according to the information obtained by Han Jingtong Guò from reading Xiao Ya's blood, all the people who were taken away by the Xuanjian Sect's conscription team were all survivors.

And this sect seems to have other rules: as long as a certain family produces a martial artist who has reached a certain level of strength, then this family can be protected by the Xuanjian Sect and will not be "conscripted" again!

"Hahaha......"

After listening to Father Zhao's words, the men around him immediately burst into laughter.

"Look at this little bastard, that tattered clothes and swaying body bones in the wind, will it also be a warrior?"

"Phew...... It is estimated that it is the waste of the first and second realms of Danning! Is this also considered a martial artist? hahaha......"

"But he has some strength, and he is expected to make a good rabbit!"

Hearing this, Father Zhao's body trembled even more: Han Jing was "picked up" by him, and he didn't know if Han Jing was a real martial artist, let alone how powerful Han Jing was. In case Han Jing is really rubbish, it is estimated that he and his granddaughter will die here.

And Han Jing smiled.

The smile was cold.

He already understands how cruel the word "rabbit" is.

He sacrificed the art of reading blood to Xiao Ya, so he knew that Xiao Ya and their cottage people would choose some weak people as rabbits in order to survive, and go to the mountains and forests to attract lone beasts, and then everyone looked for opportunities to hunt beasts to obtain meat.

In doing so, a lot of people who go to be rabbits will actually die......

Now that he heard the disciples of the Xuanjian Sect say the word "rabbit" again, Han Jing also had a preliminary judgment in his heart: these disciples would actually use the ordinary people they had recruited as bait to hunt and kill something?

"That's it!"

At the same time, the little leader spoke, looking at Han Jing, his voice was very cold: "Answer me three questions!"

"First, where are you from?"

"Second, are you really a martial artist?"

"Third...... If you are really a martial artist, then the third question is what kind of strength have you reached?"

Slowly asking three questions, the little leader added: "Don't disappoint me, or I'll cut off all six of your legs first!"

In a word, Father Zhao almost fell directly, but Han Jing still held him.

At the same time, Xiao Ya took half a step back in horror and hid behind Han Jing.

"I'll ask you a question too!" Looking at the little leader, Han Jing's face was extremely calm, and he finally spoke: "Who gave you the right to kill?"

Thundered......

In a word, all the disciples of the Xuanjian Sect around them fell silent.

Immediately afterward, all kinds of loud laughter rang out one after another.

"Hahaha...... Is this kid a fool?"

"Don't he know that he is looking for death?

"Big brother, kill him!"

"Hahaha...... Cut out this kid's tongue!"

Hearing such roars and hideous laughter, Father Zhao and Xiaoya trembled even more, and almost had a look of despair written on their faces.

And the little leader laughed.

Drawing out a battle knife, he weighed it, and slowly walked around the three people in front of him: "Boy, do you know that Lao Tzu is one of the third-generation elders of the Xuanjian Sect?" do you know...... Poof......"

It's blood!

Before the little leader could finish speaking, his words suddenly swallowed back as if they were all gone, and they were replaced by a miserable scream, and at the same time spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

It's Han Jing!

At this moment, he is still standing quietly, but he has secretly sacrificed his soul power.

These soul powers were beyond the eyes of ordinary people, and he only targeted those disciples of the Xuanjian Sect. In addition, his strength was much, much higher than these disciples, so just after sacrificing his soul power, a famous Xuanjian Sect disciple had already suffered a serious misfortune and fell to the ground in pain.

Especially the little leader, at this moment, he felt a surging force crushing his body, as if as long as the other party was willing, he would instantly collapse and die.

"Your Excellency spares your life...... Spare ......"

Falling to his knees in pain, his voice carrying a deep pleading: "This must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

At the same time, Father Zhao was stunned: how could he not have imagined that the kid he picked up was actually a martial artist, and he seemed to be very strong-without moving, did he actually seriously injure all these disciples of the Xuanjian Sect?

And Xiao Ya looked at Han Jing, as if she saw some hope in her trembling eyes.

Then she stood up from behind Han Jing, and the tears in her eyes finally flowed: "Big brother, it was they who destroyed Xiaoya's village and killed many people in the village! They didn't even let go of their children, even Xiaobao, who was just over a year old, was ...... by them They were also ...... Woowoo woo ......"

Xiaobao ......

Han Jingtong guò read the art of blood and knew that Xiaoya's mother had also given birth to a boy named Xiaobao. The child had a bad life, and died tragically in a catastrophe when he was just over a year old.

"Your Excellency...... Your Excellency, don't listen to this crazy child's nonsense...... We are the disciples of the Xuanjian Sect, and we are the protectors ......"

Just waiting for Xiaoya to finish speaking, the little leader raised his head in pain, hurriedly gestured, and denied it.

Seeing this, Han Jing's face was expressionless, and he pointed: "Borrow your soul!"

This time......

It's the art of soul reading!

As more and more information was obtained, Han Jing's face became more and more cold!

"You ...... All of them can die!"

At the end, he let out a roar!

At night, the smell of blood is even stronger!