Taiqing Sword

Chapter 397, Discussion

The patriarch looked at Shangguan Jinghong's dazed expression and knew that Shangguan Jinghong had understood: "Back then, some blood slaves entered the formation by mistake and were trapped in it, and it was difficult to get out. If it was an ordinary person, I'm afraid they would have been trapped to death long ago. But this blood slave is different, their lives can be said to be endless."

Shangguan Jinghong took the patriarch's words: "So, they have been lingering in the formation for so many years, and some of them got out of the formation by mistake, which is a disaster for the martial arts."

The patriarch nodded: "That's right. My Yin and Zhou clan also sent people to guard the exits of the formation to prevent the blood slaves from escaping. But after all, they guarded the east, but not the west. There will always be fish that slip through the net."

Shangguan Jinghong nodded: "It's inevitable. The Yin and Zhou clan cannot be blamed. After all, they strayed into the formation and there is no trace to be found. One or two of them will not make a difference."

"Hehe, it would be great if there were really one or two. Some time ago, someone accidentally opened the gate of the formation, which made the mountain protection formation closed for three days. How many blood slaves escaped in these three days?" ? How can it be estimated?"

Shangguan Jinghong stood up abruptly: "What?"

"Hey……"

"Too bad, this blood slave has been trapped in the formation for so many years and has not eaten flesh and blood. The formation has been open for three days. This blood slave probably escaped in search of the scent." Shangguan Jinghong knew the blood slave very well.

The patriarch was also stunned for a moment: "Mr. Shangguan? It shouldn't be so serious, it's only three days."

"After all, the patriarch rarely deals with blood slaves. As long as there is a smell of blood, even blood slaves who are hundreds of miles away can smell it clearly."

The patriarch was silent for a while, then raised his head suddenly: "Ruyan, beat the drum quickly, please come and discuss the matter with all the elders."

When Shangguan was startled, he was silent for a moment, then walked outside the big tent, just after taking a step, the patriarch said: "Mr. Mister has been dealing with blood slaves for the longest time, maybe he can give us some advice."

When Shangguan Jinghong heard what the patriarch said, he didn't refuse, and directly agreed: "That's fine."

A moment later, a burst of drumming resounded in the valley, and in less than a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen people had gathered in the big tent.

One of the red-haired old men looked at Shangguan Jinghong and asked, "Patriarch, this is..."

The patriarch said: "Don't worry, I will introduce you one by one later, everyone sit down first."

After a while, everyone sat down, and the patriarch said: "I'm talking about this, everyone should know a thing or two, Shangguan Jinghong, the one who wiped out the blood slaves a hundred years ago."

When the red-haired old man heard this, his eyes lit up: "Oh? So that's the case. He really is a young hero. It's not simple. Is this a distinguished guest invited by the patriarch?"

Shangguan Jinghong smiled slightly: "I'm not some distinguished guest, I also go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing."

The red-haired old man also smiled: "Oh? I don't know what it is, let me hear it?"

Shangguan Jinghong opened his mouth, and the patriarch interrupted: "I'll talk about these things later, let's talk about the blood slaves first, Suo Li, how is the investigation of the big formation going?"

An old man with his hair in a bun, who looked like a Confucian, said: "The patriarch, I have asked all the tribes, but they don't know how the formation was closed."

The patriarch sighed: "Only we and a few young juniors in the clan know about the formation. If it's not for you sitting here, it must be one of those juniors. My Yin Zhou clan has never hidden it. Now ,hehe."

The red-haired old man snorted coldly: "Hmph, how can such a person gain a foothold in our Yin Zhou clan? If I know about it, I must tear him into pieces!"

The patriarch was silent for a while and said: "The big formation has been closed for three days without reason, and all the blood slaves may have run out."

The red-haired old man smiled and said: "The patriarch is worrying too much. Although the formation is closed, it just doesn't move anymore. The formation is still there. Let alone three days, even ten days, they won't all run out."

Shangguan Jinghong coughed lightly and said: "It seems that none of you seniors know the skills of blood slaves."

"Hmph, what are you capable of? If it is in my hands, I can crush it to death with a single little finger!"

Shangguan Jinghong nodded: "I absolutely believe this, but the ability of the blood slaves does not lie in their cultivation, but in their sensitivity to the smell of blood."

"What do you mean?"

"When I came in with Ruyan, I walked for a whole day. I don't think it's because the gate of the formation is too far away from the clan, but because the formation is alive and changing at any time, so the time is slower."

The red-haired old man nodded: "Exactly, your eyesight is really good."

"Hehe, but the blood slaves are different. As long as they smell the smell of blood, they will rush to the place where the smell of blood is emitted. As long as one of them rushes out, the rest will find their way out soon."

The red-haired old man frowned slightly: "Shangguan Jinghong, these should be just your guesses, right?"

"Conjecture is guesswork, but I have seen it with my own eyes. After all, I have dealt with blood slaves for many years a hundred years ago. The blood slaves were controlled by others. Now that they have lost their masters, they are even more unscrupulous."

The red-haired old man was silent for a while: "I don't believe that all the blood slaves will escape."

Shangguan Jinghong shook his head helplessly: "I didn't say that all must have escaped, but at least half of them have already left the formation."

"half?"

Shangguan Jinghong nodded: "This is what I want to ask, how many blood slaves are trapped in the formation?"

The Confucian stood up: "This...is hard to estimate, but a rough estimate, at least several hundred."

Shangguan Jinghong's heart skipped a beat: "Hundreds? Even if half escaped, at least a hundred. This will be another martial arts catastrophe."

The patriarch stood up: "Since my Yin Zhou clan escaped, then my Yin Zhou clan can't just sit idly by and send Eagle Guards to kill the blood slaves from now on!"

"Patriarch? The Eagle Guard is the strongest force protecting our Yin Zhou Clan..."

"At this time, I can't care so much."

"Patriarch, each Eagle Guard is one in a hundred. If you get injured or are unlucky... that would be the biggest loss for my clan."

Shangguan Jinghong smiled: "Didn't Ruyan be sent out this time to recruit disciples? After this martial arts conference..." At this point, Shangguan Jinghong's face changed drastically: "Oh no, the martial arts conference! The blood slave escaped The place is the place where the martial arts conference is held! Nearly ten thousand martial arts people gather again! Hurry up, like smoke!"

Shangguan Jinghong rushed out of the big tent recklessly, Ruyan was startled: "Mr. Shangguan? What's the matter?"

"Don't ask so many questions, send me out now, I'm going to the martial arts conference!"

(End of this chapter)