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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 more than two hours, the weather was getting hotter and hotter.The hot sun hangs high, and the earth is baked like a furnace.

When Lin Fan saw Xiao Zhao and Yang Bugui, both of them were frowning with sweat on their foreheads, and couldn't help but say, "There are a few willow trees ahead, let's go there and rest for a while!"

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 Lin Fan and the others approached, they realized that there were 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.

Lin Fan's heart moved, and he glanced at the young master, only to see that he had an unusually beautiful appearance, his eyes were black and white, bright, red lips and pink face, his hand was a folding fan with a white jade handle, and the hand holding the handle of the fan was white and warm. The fan handle is no different.

Lin 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 earlobe of the young boy.

Dress up as a man!

Looking at the scene that seemed to be acquaintance, Lin Fan instantly guessed the identity of this person.

Minmint Moore.

Zhao Min.

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

Lin Fan took a look.

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 Lin Fan.

Lin Fan followed Yang Xiao's gaze.

However, he saw Zhao Min's waist, with gold as a hook, a treasure belt as a bundle, and a sword hanging on the hilt.

"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.

Lin Fan's mouth twitched slightly.

Needless to say, Lin 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 Lin Fan, and after Lin Fan gave an order, they went to kill these Tartars.

However, when they looked at Lin Fan, the horse had already lost Lin Fan's figure.

Immediately, only heard screams 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 just after running for a few meters, I heard a whistling sound, and immediately lost consciousness, and the headless body fell off the horse.

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

However, after a few breaths, fifty or sixty Yuan soldiers were all beheaded by Lin Fan. The scene was full of blood, leaving only the hundred or so Han women, huddled together and shivering.

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

"Master."

"Master."