The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the clouds on the horizon a magnificent orange.
Next to the official road, an inn named "Guest Come Inn" stands alone. It has a two-story wooden building with blue bricks and black tiles. There is a dim yellow lantern in front of the door, gently swaying in the rising night wind.
"Let's settle here."
Lan Yuexin opened the curtain, looked at the sky, then looked at the inn that looked a little lonely in the dusk, and gave instructions softly.
The caravan slowly stopped, and the Guards skillfully began to place the carriages and horses, parked the goods in an open space in the backyard of the inn, and sent people to guard them closely.
Fang Han and Lan Yuexin got off the carriage and stepped into the inn lobby.
The furnishings in the store are simple, with a few square tables, a few benches, and an old abacus in the corner.
The shopkeeper was a skinny old man in his fifties. When he saw such a large group of people, he immediately smiled and hurriedly called on the clerks to prepare meals and rooms.
Had dinner.
"Fang Han Master, a room has been prepared for you on the second floor. You have been running all the way. Please rest early."
Lan Yuexin smiled gently, her bright eyes looking particularly soft under the dim light.
"Thank you, Miss Yuexin."
Fang Han nodded slightly, cupped his hands in thanks.
In the past two days, he had very little rest time in order to hunt down Gong Xing and Gong Clan.
He was mentally exhausted and really needed a good rest, which was why he chose to go with the caravan for a while.
In the guest room on the second floor, Fang Han sat cross-legged on the couch. He did not fall asleep immediately, but first ran <Mystic Wind Art> to restore all the Internal Qi consumed in the body.
The night outside the window was getting darker, and a few beast roars were heard in the distance, and then it fell silent again.
After about an hour, he slowly stopped the exercise and lay down with his clothes on.
However, after all, he did not relax his vigilance after going out.
Even though he is asleep, his sense of smell enhanced by the Proficiency Realm level <Spirit Sniffing Art> can still detect changes in the smell around him.
If there is any abnormal smell approaching, you will wake up in an instant.
Late at night, everything is silent.
It was dark inside and outside the inn, with only a few windproof lanterns in the backyard emitting a faint light, making the patrolling figures of the caravan Guard appear longer.
Fang Han is breathing steadily and is in a light sleep.
Suddenly--
"Huh?"
His nose twitched imperceptibly, and then his brows wrinkled slightly.
In the air, there is a hint of strange smell, which is quietly gathering from all directions.
It was the smell of human sweat, the scent of saponins from clothing, the smell of rust and grease on weapons, and... a hint of murderous intent!
"The inn is surrounded!!!"
Fang Han's eyes suddenly opened and he sat up silently like a civet cat.
He ducked to the window, opened a gap with his fingertips, and glanced outside like lightning.
The moonlight was obscured by clouds, and the earth was dark.
But in front of Fourth Grade warrior, those figures hidden in the darkness were nowhere to be seen.
In the grass, woods, and walls around the inn, black shadows were seen stalking like ghosts. At a rough count, there were more than twenty people.
They were dressed in uniform black uniforms, with black scarves on their faces and sharp knives in their hands. They acted in perfect coordination and were obviously well-trained.
"Are you coming for me?"
Fang Han The first thought in his mind was that these people were coming for him.
After all, he had just killed Gong Xing and destroyed Gong Clan. There was no guarantee that Nether Pavilion would not take revenge.
But as soon as the idea came up, he rejected it.
In addition to himself, there is also Hundred Treasures Pavilion's caravan in the inn.
If these men in black came for him, they would never choose to attack in a place like the inn, but would choose to attack after he separated from the Hundred Treasures Pavilion caravan.
"I'm here for the Hundred Treasures Pavilion!"
Fang Han's eyes narrowed slightly and he made a quick judgment.
He didn't really want to wade into such muddy waters.
Grudges and conflicts of interests are happening every day. He is not a savior and has no interest or obligation to meddle in other people's business.
What's more, if the other party dares to attack the caravan of a large chamber of commerce like Hundred Treasures Pavilion, it must have something to rely on, and its strength cannot be underestimated.
But--
"I owe a favor and I have something to ask for..."
The kindness of Lan Yuexin in sending someone to warn Golden Brilliance City flashed in Fang Han's mind.
More importantly, he also asked Hundred Treasures Pavilion to help find Howling Moon Spirit Deer Horn outside the county. This was the key to improving Footwork Talent and related to his future martial arts path.
If he lets it go tonight, there will definitely be no follow-up to this matter.
He could not let things go regardless of emotion or reason.
"That's all..."
Fang Han sighed softly, and his body was already moving.
He quietly opened the door, and like a wisp of smoke, it floated silently to the end of the corridor.
Lan Yuexin's room is on the other side of the corridor, only a few feet away from his room.
He came to the door and tapped lightly with his fingertips, making a slight sound.
"Who?"
In the room, the voice of Lan Yuexin came, with a hint of alertness. It was obvious that she was not completely asleep.
"Fang Han, I have something important to tell you."
Fang Han lowered his voice and spoke very fast.
"Squeak--"
The door opened quickly. Lan Yuexin was wearing a plain white coat and a light cyan cloak. His long hair was disheveled. He obviously got up from the couch in a hurry.
There was questioning in her bright eyes, but she was not panicked, showing excellent psychological quality.
"Fang Han Master, what happened?"
"The inn is surrounded by a group of men in black. There are quite a few of them. The target seems to be your caravan."
Fang Han Explain the situation concisely and comprehensively.
"What?"
Lan Yuexin's face changed slightly, but then he regained his composure.
She knew very well that with the Fang Han Fourth Grade warrior's level of cultivation, it was impossible for her to get it wrong, let alone joke about this kind of thing.
"Thank you Mr. Fang Han for the reminder!"
She saluted solemnly, then quickly walked to the window, took out a small jade whistle from her arms, and brought it to her lips.
"Sh--"
A sharp but very short whistle pierced the night sky, and then stopped abruptly.
This is the unique alarm signal of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion caravan!
Almost at the same time, there was a commotion in the inn.
The caravan members Guard are all well-trained veterans. After hearing the signal, they immediately stood up and entered combat mode. They unsheathed their swords, strung their bows, and quickly occupied the favorable terrain.
Outside the inn, the leader of the men in black, a tall masked man with a black scarf on his face, was hiding in the dark, observing what was going on inside the inn.
His eyes were cold and cold, staring at the seemingly peaceful building like a poisonous snake.
"Leader, when will we take action?"
A man in black next to him asked in a low voice, with bloodlust in his voice.
"Wait until they fall asleep..."
The masked man's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper.
However, before he finished speaking, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the second floor of the inn!
"No, it's exposed!"
The masked man's pupils shrank suddenly, and then a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
"Strong attack! Leave no one behind!"
He let out a low roar, and took the lead in rising up, like a black cheetah, and swooped towards the inn.
"Kill!"
Hundreds of men in black activated at the same time, with swords and swords flashing in the night, and shouts of killing shook the sky.
They originally planned to quietly deal with the caravan, but now that they have been exposed, they can only use the power of thunder to defeat them quickly!
"Boom!"
The door of the inn was kicked to pieces, and wood chips were scattered everywhere.
People in black poured in like a tide and collided head-on with the caravan Guard that had been on alert.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing instantly echoed through the night sky, and sparks flew everywhere.
The caravan Guard are all elites carefully trained by the Hundred Treasures Pavilion. In the face of a surprise attack, their formation remains stable and they resist tenaciously.
However, the man in black is obviously more powerful.
Especially the masked leader, the caravan Guard fell to the ground one after another wherever he passed, and no one could stop him.
"Fourth Grade Late Stage... No, it's the Fourth Grade Late Stage limit!"
Chen Qiong rushed out quickly, a short sword in his hand flashing with cold light, and faced the masked man.
Her eyes were solemn, and she felt a strong sense of oppression from the other party.
"Guest Elder of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion?"
The masked man sneered, and without dodging, he struck out with a palm.
"Bang!"
The palms and swords intersect, and the energy explodes.
Chen Qiong groaned and took a few steps back. He felt a cold palm force penetrate into his body, his energy and blood surged, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Although she is Fourth Grade, there is a clear gap between her and this masked man.
"Aunt Chen!"
As soon as Lan Yuexin came downstairs, he saw Chen Qiong injured and screamed in surprise.
"Miss, run away!"
Chen Qiong gritted his teeth, endured the injury, and pounced again, trying to entangle the masked man.
But the masked man obviously didn't intend to get entangled with Chen Qiong. He swayed, avoided Chen Qiong's sword edge, and rushed towards Lan Yuexin.
His goal is very clear - to kill Lan Yuexin!
"Miss, be careful!"
Chen Qiong was shocked, but it was too late to rescue.
The masked man was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Lan Yuexin. A palm as black as ink, filled with murderous intent, struck him head on.
However, at the moment when the dark palm print was about to touch Lan Yuexin's head--
"Whoosh!"
A green shadow flashed like a ghost, standing between Lan Yuexin and the masked man.
"Clang!"
There was a clear sword cry, accompanied by the loud sound of gold and iron clashing.
The masked man felt his palm collide with an unparalleled Sword Qi. His body involuntarily paused and took a few steps back.
He looked intently and saw a young man in green robe standing with a sword in front of Lan Yuexin, with a calm expression and indifferent eyes.
It is Fang Han.
"Who are you?"
The masked man's voice was hoarse, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Although he did not use his full strength in this palm, it was not something that ordinary Fourth Grade warriors could easily take.
The young man in front of me, whose breath is only in the early stage of Fourth Grade, can actually force him back with one sword?
"Azure Profound Sect, Fang Han."
Fang Han spoke lightly, Cloudsplitter Sword lay horizontally in front of him, the sword body flowing with restrained cyan brilliance.
He did not conceal his identity, even if he wanted to, it was easy to find out that he was present in the Lan Yuexin caravan.
"Fang Han?"
The masked man's pupils shrank, obviously he had heard of this name.
Prodigy Ranking Eighty-one, Azure Profound Sect The newly rising evil genius.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, why bother meddling in it?"
The masked man said in a deep voice, with a hint of fear in his tone, but more of a threat.
"Leave now and pretend I've never seen you."
"Miss Yue Xin is kind to me, so I have to take care of her."
Fang Han said with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"How about you sell me a favor and retreat with your men?"