Chapter 39: No matter how good your kung fu is, you can't defend against a brick

  "So timid, yet you're worthy of being a prince." Jing Ke's face was filled with ridicule as he mocked Qin Yiren.

  "Shut up!" Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Miao Er shouted in unison, each with a face full of anger, as if Jing Yun had dug up their ancestors' graves.

  The Qin people valued loyalty, and Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo, and Mo Er did not have the slightest intention of betraying Qin Yi in such a difficult situation, which showed their loyalty. Moreover, during this period, the changes that Qin Yi brought to them were personally experienced by them, and it was Qin Yi who led them to eat well and dress warmly, lifted the soft ban, and filled them with hope. In their minds, Qin Yi's image became more and more majestic, not allowing any slander.

  "With eyes but no pearls, he's actually so timid that I'm speaking out for him." Jingyun's mocking tone grew even thicker.

  With one stride, Jing Yun rushed into the inner room. Meng Zhao and his men came to block him, but they couldn't stop him. They only saw his robe sleeves flying about, and Meng Zhao's five men were slapped flying, heavily smashing onto the ground.

  "Qin Yiren, where are you going to escape?" The mocking voice of Jingyun came from the inner room.

  Meng Zhao struggled to get up with five people, going forward to protect Qin Yiren, but it took half a day to climb up, only with anxiety. Listening to the mocking voice of Jing Yun coming from the inner room, he sighed and said "it's over".

  "Don't kill me, don't kill me, we have something good to discuss, good to discuss." Qin Yiren's panicked voice came over.

  "It's really over!" Meng Zhao and his five men sighed silently. Even Qin Yiren, whom they had pinned their hopes on, was so flustered - what hope was left?

  "Ah!" However, just as they had barely turned their thoughts around, Jingyun let out a heart-wrenching scream: "Tiger wolf Qin people, you are so despicable! How dare you secretly plot against me!"

  "Are you a knight-errant or not?" Qin Yiren's sarcastic voice rang out, full of complacency: "Even if you're the best, you still have to follow this young master's lead!"

  "What kind of accident happened?" As expected, the five people including Meng Zhao were greatly stirred up and suddenly gained a burst of energy. They jumped up and rushed in like a whirlwind, taking in the situation inside the house. Their mouths were wide open, and they were petrified.

  Only to see Jingyun's face was pale, with tears streaming down, her face twisted in a grotesque expression, the image of a heroic and chivalrous person she had just presented completely gone.

  "How did the young master secretly calculate his?" The five people of Meng Zhao had a big question in their minds.

  "It turned out to be so." Here, right between the kitchen and the stove, Meng Zhao and others found that there were several paw prints on the ashes under the bronze pot used for cooking rice, and they suddenly realized.

  "Qin Yiren, I want you dead! I'll chop your corpse into a million pieces!" As the number one martial artist in the land, no one dared to provoke him, not even the nobles. Who would have thought that he'd be ambushed like this? Jingyun was furious, his anger burning from head to toe, and he made up his mind to kill Qin Yiren and avenge himself.

  "Clang!" Jingyun drew his sword from its scabbard, a flash of snowy light, and stabbed straight at Qin Yiren's position with the force of a thunderbolt, awe-inspiring.

  This is a peerless sword technique, with one sword out, the strong wind whizzes, even a blind man knows that Jingyun's sword technique is exceptional.

  "Rest, young master!" Although Jingyun's eyes couldn't see anything, his movements were swift and precise, able to discern the position of others through sound. With one sword stroke, he aimed straight for Qin Yiren's chest. If hit, Qin Yiren would have died instantly.

  With Qin Yiren's skills, they couldn't dodge at all. Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong quickly drew their swords and shouted loudly behind Jing Yun's back. Hei Bo and Miao Er were even more desperate, pouncing on him with their lives.

  Jingyun was very unwilling, but had no choice but to temporarily let Qin Yiren off, the sword in his hand drew a beautiful arc, as if it came alive, blocking Meng Zhao's three swords and forcing them to retreat. Hei Bo and Miao Er were each slapped once, severely injured and fell to the ground, spitting out big mouthfuls of blood.

  Qin Yiren wouldn't miss this rare opportunity, holding his breath and slipping out quietly. When the situation is unfavorable, it's a matter of flashing away instantly, Qin Yiren has experienced many such situations, and now he slipped away like an eel, quickly escaping far away.

  Qin Yi made a gesture to Meng Zhao and they exchanged a knowing look, holding their breath and making no move.

  Jingyun's eyes couldn't see anything, relying solely on his ears to listen to the wind and distinguish sounds. Without any movement or noise, he was unable to capture Qin Yiren's position, which made him extremely annoyed. He rubbed his eyes, but they hurt even more, with a surge of anger rising up to his forehead.

  Jingyun gritted her teeth, and with a few swift strokes of her sword, the house began to collapse.

  This move is quite beautiful, and it's indeed worthy of a knight. Qin Yiren and the others didn't make a sound, but when the house collapsed, you should have made a move by now! As soon as you do, Jingyun will capture you, and at that time, won't you be killed or executed at will?

  "What can be done about it?"

  If Jingyun is not stopped, the house will collapse and Qin Yiren and others will inevitably dodge and expose their position, with unthinkable consequences.

  But how easy is it to stop Jingyun? Even Meng Zhao and others didn't have the strength to fight, who can do anything about it?

  With a gritted teeth, Meng Zhao gave a signal to Ma Gai and Fan Tong, they were ready to rush up and hold back Jing Yun, so that Qin Yi could escape. If they rushed up, they would certainly be unlucky, but Ma Gai and Fan Tong nodded heavily, greatly approving, tightly grasping the swords in their hands.

  However, at this moment, Qin Yiren rushed towards them and shook his hand lightly, staring at Qin Yiren in confusion.

  Only Qin Yiren quietly slipped out, and Meng Zhao's five people looked at each other in confusion, wondering what was going on.

  Just as they were puzzled, Qin Yiren quietly returned with a brick in his hand, holding his breath and secretly reaching behind Jingyun.

  If the timing wasn't wrong, Meng Zhao and others would have shouted loudly for Qin Yiren to stop. At this moment, they could only rush towards Qin Yiren and make a fierce gesture with their hands, meaning "stop quickly, it's too dangerous".

  Jingyun's skills are so impressive, while Qin Yiren has no strength to even tie a chicken, isn't this sending him to his death?

  Qin Yiren seemed not to have seen Meng Zhao's gesture, and quietly moved behind Jing Yun, the brick in his hand raised high, biting tightly on his teeth, using too much force, his teeth deeply embedded in his lips, fresh blood seeping out.

  "Ah!" Meng Zhao and the others finally understood what Qin Yiren was going to do, which was to plot against Jingyun. They cried out in surprise, fortunately reacting quickly, they covered their mouths with their hands, thus not making a sound.

  This is a crucial moment, if they make a sound, it will definitely alert Jingyun, and Qin Yiren's efforts will be in vain.

  Someone as skilled as Jingyun, once on guard, would make it very difficult for Qin Yiren to succeed again.

  In an instant, Qin Yi's eyes widened and his pupils shot out a fierce light, more intense than the scorching sun in the ninth heaven.

  "Bang!" Qin Yiren's brick slapped down heavily, slamming into Jingyun's occipital bone.

  "Ah!" The back of the head was a vital part of the human body, and even with Jingyun's skills, being ambushed by Qin Yiren was unbearable, letting out a beast-like howl of pain.

  "Whoosh!" Blood splattered everywhere, spraying Qin Yiren's head and face. The warmth of the fresh blood excited Qin Yiren even more, and he raised the brick again.

  If it were an ordinary person, they would have fainted after being hit on the back of their head. However, Jing Yun was no ordinary person, and even though he had been smashed on the back of his head, he didn't faint, but only stumbled about.

  "This young master doesn't believe you're made of iron!" Qin Yiren bellowed, slamming the brick in his hand down again with great force.

  "Ah!" Jingyun let out a beast-like roar once again.

  "Whoosh!" Blood splattered everywhere, and Qin Yiren's body was sprayed with even more fresh blood.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  Qin Yiren was like a madman, slapping bricks up and down, heavily smashing them onto Jingyun's body. Poor Jingyun, the world-renowned knight-errant, couldn't escape the fate of being slapped to the ground by the bricks, finally lying on the ground like a dead dog, convulsing non-stop.