The journey was safe, and soon the sun set and the sky became dark.

Next to the official road from the county to lc county, there was a crowded backyard of a post house, with several carriages parked, dozens of horses occupying the stables on one side, and eating the forage in the trough.

In the inn, dozens of tables were lined up in the hall. Fan Zhongxing was sitting in the middle, while Zhang Ming and the other four were arranged by the table close to him.

"Ah! This food is really good!"

Tang Yao, who was taciturn than Lin An, blushed at this time, chewing the pork head in his mouth. It took him a long time to put this sentence on his face.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah..." Zhang Ming stammered, his mouth full of half a chicken leg.

It was pitiful that he had traveled to this world for nine years. This was the meal that he had eaten the most meat!

Gong Hua looked at Zhang Ming and Tang Yao and the others who were snatching food with a smile, and Lin An, who was unknown but not slow, had a hint of undetectable superiority flashed deep in his eyes.

"The gang doesn't have so much wealth to supply so many meats to every disciple every day, and those who practice martial arts cannot just add fat. Just eat it once occasionally. You still need to pay more attention to matching your diet."

He said lightly, the other three people responded, but they were actually a little frustrated. Zhang Ming even felt that this guy was showing off.

"How are the young men eating?"

A kind voice sounded, and Zhang Ming looked up and saw that it was Fan Zhongxing, the boss of this trip.

"Thanks to the big shopkeeper's style, the boys are very grateful." Gong Hua replied with a smile on his fist.

Fan Zhongxing also smiled and nodded, made a gesture of invitation, and then walked to another table. Zhang Ming and others were not polite to see this and continued to rush to eat.

While eating big pieces, Zhang Ming sniffed his nose and suddenly seemed to smell a strange smell that came from somewhere, and he felt something was wrong in his heart.

Just here, a few loud noises passed through the hall. The room where the candlelight was originally bright suddenly darkened. A few rays of moonlight shone in from the window were someone used a hidden weapon to destroy the candlelight!

Zhang Ming and the other four had a serious face in a blink of an eye. Tang Yao, Gong Hua, Lin An and the other two were the first to stroke the hilt of their swords, regardless of whether they were greasy or not.

"Huh——" A gust of wind blew in from the window, and Zhang Ming felt the odor lingering at the tip of his nose became even stronger.

"Ah! Damn it! What is it!" A man from the Jianghu in the hall suddenly shouted, shouting while keeping his hands in his throat. He didn't know if he cut off his skin, "How could it be so itchy!"

It seemed as if Pandora's box was opened, and the knights in the hall began to itch one after another. No matter how dull the person was at this time, he knew that he and others had been plotted against.

Without hesitation, Gong Hua took out a porcelain pill bottle from his bag, poured out a total of four white pills, raised his head and took the next one, and then lowered his voice and said to Zhang Ming and the other one: "The situation has changed. It seems that there is a fight. This is the Qingxin Jiedu Pill my brother gave me before leaving. It is said that after taking it, all poisons will not be invaded!"

Zhang Ming and his friends looked at each other, and each took a pill and took it. At this moment, a sound of footsteps pushed the door out of the door of the post house.

The post gate was pushed open, and a cool autumn breeze accompanied it. A few people in the hall suddenly felt much more refreshed.

Standing at the door was a swordsman with long hair and a tall figure, wearing a long sword on his waist. His face was covered with a mask. Judging from the lines, it was the legendary face of Yang Zeshui Monster Sui Yu [1].

"Fan Zhongxing, I'm ordered to ask you to come with me!"

The voice under the mask was a little hoarse and very gloomy.

It was indeed coming for Fan Zhongxing! Zhang Ming and others looked at each other and heard Fan Zhongxing laughing out loud: "Which hero is you? Why not sit down and drink a glass of wine? Is it easier for me to get to know each other?"

"There is nothing to know. I'll say it again, come with me!"

"Hero, hero! I believe I have never offended you. If someone hired you to make things difficult for me, I would like to pay double the price to make the recovery efforts!"

Fan Zhongxing's face showed an expression of laughter that was even worse than crying, and the fat between his neck trembled slightly.

Zhang Ming frowned and looked at them talking, but thought to himself: Could it be that some senior brother was doing the Raushe assessment again? If so, it would be a bit too much to scare the employer like this.

Before he could come up with something, Gong Hua on the side had already stood up and bowed and said aloud: "Senior, we are disciples of the Changhe Gang. We were entrusted to escort Mr. Fan back to our hometown. Please give me some face and give up this trip!"

"Haha, what is the Changhe Gang? Is it a broken dog?" The masked man seemed to hear some funny joke. He laughed a few times, then turned to Fan Zhongxing and said, "Hmph, what I didn't expect is that the fourteenth generation successor of Yaojun is this virtue?"

It’s so sarcastic to scold the Changhe Gang? Or is it so ironic to have one of our gangs from a bully in the southeast to a rich man?

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows. It seemed that it was not a test, but he really encountered an opponent! Lin An and Tang Yao on one side also raised their vigilance to the highest point, and they could draw the sword at any time. Gong Hua's back suddenly tensed and his hands moved quietly to the hilt of the sword again.

"Senior, hero, hero, I don't know what you are talking about. Did you recognize the wrong person?..."

Fan Zhongxing stood up with a crying look on his face and hoped to explain. Before he could finish his words, a man from the martial arts world who seemed to be not greatly affected by unknown poisons rushed towards the masked man: "Hmph, pretend to be a god and be mysterious, I want to see what you are like here to speak loudly!"

As he said that, his five fingers became claws, brought a gust of wind, and his feet were off the ground and grabbed forward. Zhang Ming saw that his five fingers were black, and his hastily made moves were quite powerful. If he fought with him, he might be in the 55th.

"Brush!" A cold light flashed across the night sky. The masked man's sword was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it blocked the claws that the Jianghu man had grabbed, and then the masked man suddenly withdrew his sword. The Jianghu man who took the initiative to attack shrank his eyes and still refused to give up. His hands formed claws at the same time, and black spread over the back of his palms, and continued to grab them forward.

"Sher—" When the claws of the Jianghu people were about to touch the mysterious man's face, when he showed joy, the masked man set out his sword again, and a cold white light was still flying over. When everyone looked at him again, the Jianghu people's head had fallen to his feet, and the neck was spitting blood.

Danger! Zhang Ming and others stood upright. He thought he could not see clearly the trajectory of the swordsman in the martial arts world. If he had been against the enemy just now, he would probably not be able to escape the same fate!

The masked man here killed someone, but as if nothing had happened, he took the sword that was almost unstained to the scabbard on his waist and said calmly: "I almost got deceived by Fan Yaojun. When ordinary people saw an attack, they would start begging for mercy without saying a word. What's more, the guard power is so strong. It seems that you have already sensed my strength."
Chapter completed!