Martial arts start from Lu Ding Ji

Qin Fan said calmly, "Don't think too much, we'll talk about it when we get to Shaolin first."

"Yes."

The crowd obeyed, then got up and went on their way.

"drive......"

All the way non-stop, after entering the Yumen Pass, everyone stopped and rested for a while, and only set off in the early morning of the next day.

After walking for more than two hours, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, the scorching sun is hanging high, and the roasting earth is like a furnace.

Seeing Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui's two daughters, Qin Fan frowned, with beads of sweat visible on their foreheads, Qin Fan couldn't help saying: "There are some willow trees in front, let's go there and have a rest!"

When everyone heard the words, they all nodded, intending to rest.

Xiao Zhao looked at his son and smiled sweetly.

Yang Bugui was also relieved.

When Qin Fan and the others approached, they realized that there were already nine people sitting under the willow tree.

Among the nine people, there were eight big men dressed as hunters, with sabres on their waists, bows and arrows on their backs, and five or six falcons.

The other person was a young man, wearing a sapphire blue silk shirt and shaking a folding fan, unable to hide his graceful and luxurious air.

Qin Fan's heart moved, and he glanced at the young man, and saw that he was very handsome, with black and white eyes, piercing, red lips and pink face, and a folding fan with white jade as the handle in his hand. The hand holding the fan handle was white and There is no difference in the handle of the fan.

Qin Fan narrowed his eyes. Although he was separated by a certain distance, with his eyesight, he could clearly see the small pierced ears on the crystal earlobes of the young man.

Dress up as a man!

Looking at the seemingly familiar scene again, Qin Fan guessed the identity of this person in an instant.

Minmint Moore.

Zhao Min.

Unexpectedly, he actually met the heroine of Yitian Zhong here.

Qin Fan sized it up.

This Zhao Min disguised as a man looked very handsome, and she deserved to be the heroine. In terms of appearance, she was no worse than Zhou Zhiruo.

"Master, look."

At this time, Yang Xiao suddenly stepped forward and whispered beside Qin Fan.

Qin Fan followed Yang Xiao's gaze.

But he saw a precious sword hanging from Zhao Min's waist, and on the hilt were actually engraved with two seal characters of "Yitian".

"This Yitian sword is clearly in the hands of my Mingjiao, why does he also have the Yitian sword?"

Wei Yi smiled and couldn't help but wonder.

The corner of Qin Fan's mouth twitched slightly.

Needless to say, Qin Fan could also imagine that Zhao Min must have appeared here on purpose.

As for the Heavenly Sword hanging from his waist, it must be to attract the curiosity of several people.

After all, the Yitian Sword is clearly in the Ming sect, and there is another sword here, how can it not make people curious?

And if everyone is curious, then they will be fooled by Zhao Min.

At this moment, I could only hear the hoofs of horses on the east road, and a group of people came galloping on horses in a mess.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look.

This group of people was a group of Yuan soldiers, about 60 to 100 people, and more than [-] women, who were tied with ropes by Yuan soldiers and dragged along.

Most of those women have small feet, how can they keep up with the horses?

Some fell to the ground, pulled by ropes and dragged everywhere.

All the women were Han Chinese, apparently the people who had been captured by this group of Yuan soldiers. Half of them had their clothes torn to pieces, their clothes were barely covered, and they were weeping and crying. It was extremely miserable.

Some of the Yuan soldiers were half-drunk with wine bottles in their hands, while others were whipping the women.

As soon as these Mongolian soldiers grew up on horseback, they had excellent whip skills. When they pulled out the whip and dragged it back, they rolled off a large piece of the woman's clothes.

The rest cheered and laughed loudly.

The Mongolian Tartars invaded the Central Plains for nearly a hundred years, and they have always compared the Han people to livestock.

Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and the others were furious and gritted their teeth.

Even Zhang Wuji, who has always been honest, was full of anger at this time.

Mengyuan Tartars, to actually bully the Han women who have no power to tie the chicken, it is absolutely hateful!

"Master."

Everyone looked at Qin Fan, and only waited for Qin Fan's order to kill the Tartars.

However, when they looked at Qin Fan, Qin Fan had already disappeared from the horse.

All I could hear was the screams coming from afar.

In addition to the astonishment of everyone, they saw that among the Yuan soldiers, a figure like a ghost, shuttled through it.

One punch, one kick, unstoppable.

Those Yuan soldiers, unable to react at all, screamed and were knocked off their horses, their bones shattered, and blood spurted to death.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten Yuan soldiers had already died.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

Some Yuan soldiers shouted in horror.

He quickly turned the horse's head, and was about to leave.

But after running a few meters, he heard a whistling sound and lost consciousness, the headless body fell off the horse.

It was Qin Fan's yang finger that shot him in the head.

In just a few breaths, fifty or sixty Yuan soldiers were beheaded by Qin Fan. The scene was full of blood, leaving only the more than one hundred Han women, huddled together and trembling.

Only then did Yang Xiao and the others come to the front.

"Master."

"Master."

Quickly got off the horse and walked towards Qin Fan.

At this time, Qin Fan's body was full of energy and blood, like the Yangtze River. Standing there, he looked like an unrivaled demon god, making people daunting.

Qin Fan nodded to everyone.

Then, he looked at the corpse of Yuanbing on the ground.

It is truly unforgivable for these Tartars to bully the Chinese people like this.

But at this time, Zhao Min saw that Qin Fan was only a few breaths away, so he beheaded all those Yuan soldiers.

Shock first flashed across his eyes, and then curiosity appeared.

Step up and walk forward.

But he was stopped by eight men beside him.

"Step aside."

Zhao Min frowned slightly and reprimanded, her voice clear and delicate.

Looking at Zhao Min's expression, although the few people were unwilling, they did not dare to disobey, so they could only reluctantly get out of the way and followed closely behind Zhao Min, but they looked at Qin Fan with guarded eyes.

"This hero, good work."

Zhao Min came not far from Qin Fan and praised him.

Mingjiao and his party all looked over.

Qin Fan looked at Zhao Min with a calm face and did not speak.

Zhao Min didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "The hero just killed these Yuan soldiers like this, not afraid of being wanted by the court?"