Unexpectedly, I would meet the heroine of Yitian here.
Lin Fan looked at it.
Zhao Min is disguised as a man, and she looks very handsome. She deserves to be the heroine. In terms of appearance, she is no worse than Zhou Zhiruo.
"Leader, look."
At this time, Yang Xiao suddenly stepped forward and whispered beside Lin Fan.
Lin Fan followed Yang Xiao's gaze.
But on Zhao Min's waist, there was a gold hook, a treasure belt, and a sword hanging. On the hilt of the sword, there were actually two seal characters "Yitian" engraved on it.
"This Yitian Sword is clearly in the hands of our Ming Cult. How come he also has the Yitian Sword in his hand?"
Wei Yixiao 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 Yitian Sword hanging on his waist, it must be to attract a few people's curiosity.
After all, the Yitian Sword is clearly in the Ming Cult, but there is another one here. How can we not make people curious?
And if everyone is curious, they have been fooled by Zhao Min.
At this moment, I heard the clatter of horse hooves on the road to the east, and a group of people galloping towards me on horseback.
Everyone couldn't help but look at it.
This group of people was a group of Yuan soldiers, about fifty or sixty people, and more than a hundred women. They were tied up with ropes and dragged along by the Yuan soldiers.
Most of those women had small feet. How could they keep up with the horses?
Some fell to the ground and were dragged along by ropes.
All the women were Han Chinese, and they were obviously civilians captured by this group of Yuan soldiers. Half of them had their clothes torn to pieces, their bodies were not covered, and they were crying and miserable.
Some Yuan soldiers were half-drunk with wine bottles in their hands, while others were whipping the girls.
These Mongolian soldiers grew up on horseback and were very good at whipping. They pulled out their whips and pulled them back to pull off a large piece of clothing from the woman.
The rest of the people cheered and laughed noisily.
The Mongol Tatars invaded the Central Plains and for nearly a hundred years, they have been comparing the Han people to being worse than cattle.
Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and others were furious and gnashed their teeth.
Even Zhang Wuji, who had always been honest, his eyes were full of anger at this moment.
It is extremely abominable for the Mongolian Tatars to bully the helpless Han women like this!
"The leader."
Everyone looked at Lin Fan, and as soon as Lin Fan gave the order, they went to kill these Tatars.
However, when they looked at Lin Fan, Lin Fan had already disappeared from the horses.
Immediately, only distant screams were heard.
When everyone was shocked, they saw a figure like a ghost walking through the Yuan soldiers.
With one punch and one kick, no one can stop him.
Those Yuan soldiers couldn't react at all, so they screamed and were knocked off their horses, their bones shattered, and they died spurting out blood.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten Yuan soldiers were dead.
"Withdraw, withdraw!"
Some Yuan soldiers shouted in fear.
He quickly turned his horse's head and rode away.
But after running a few meters, he heard a roar, and soon he lost consciousness, and the headless body fell off the horse.
It was Lin Fan's finger that shot him in the head.
In just a few breaths, fifty or sixty Yuan soldiers were killed by Lin Fan. The blood on the scene was so high that only the more than a hundred Han women were left, huddled together and trembling.
Yang Xiao and others then rode their horses and came closer.
"The leader."
"The leader."
He quickly got off his horse and walked towards Lin Fan.
At this moment, Lin Fan's body was full of energy and blood, like the Yangtze River. Standing there, he looked like an unparalleled demon, which was intimidating.
Lin Fan nodded to everyone.
Then, he looked at Yuan Bing's body on the ground.
It is an unforgivable crime for these Tatars to insult our Han people in this way.
At this time, Zhao Min saw that Lin Fan could only take a few breaths, so he killed all the Yuan soldiers.
Shock flashed through his eyes at first, and then curiosity appeared.
Lift your feet and walk forward.
But he was stopped by eight men beside him.
"Step aside."
Zhao Min frowned slightly and scolded her, her voice clear and delicate.
Seeing Zhao Min's expression, although the few people were unwilling, they did not dare to disobey. They could only reluctantly get out of the way and followed Zhao Min closely, but their eyes were looking at Lin Fan warily.
"This hero has great skills."
Zhao Min came not far from Lin Fan and praised.
The Mingjiao group all looked over.
Lin Fan looked at Zhao Min with an indifferent expression and said nothing.
Zhao Min didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "The hero just killed these Yuan soldiers like this. Aren't you afraid of being wanted by the court?"
"I bother."
Wei Yixiao spat directly: "Others are afraid of the Tatar court, but we are not. If they dare to come, they will never come back."
When Zhao Min heard Wei Yixiao call him Tatar, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, he glanced at him and continued to look at Lin Fan.
"The hero thought that by killing these Yuan soldiers, he saved these women. Little did he know that the court could not find the hero, but the retribution would fall on these women."
When the women heard this, they turned pale and trembled with fear.
Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng and others frowned.
They knew that what the young man in front of them said was right, and with the brutality of the Tatars, it was really possible to do it.
Lin Fan smiled slightly and looked at the women.
"You should go home as soon as possible. Don't worry, Yuan Bing will not dare to retaliate against you."
When those women heard Lin Fan's words, although they were suspicious, they did not dare to stay at this moment.
Putting aside the cruelty of the Yuan soldiers, Lin Fan's methods also frightened them.
Zhao Min raised her eyebrows and asked curiously: "How do heroes know that Yuan Bing does not dare to retaliate against them?"
Xiao Zhao and others also looked at Lin Fan curiously.
Lin Fan smiled calmly: "I don't know, I just said this to reassure them."
"If they are really retaliated by the Yuan soldiers, the worst I can do is kill ten or a hundred times more Yuan soldiers to avenge them."
After saying that, Lin Fan took a deep look at Zhao Min, and then said to Yang Xiao and others: "Let's go!"
"yes!"
Yang Xiao and others were curious about the identity of this young master.
To be able to face so many corpses and still talk to the leader of the church so easily must not be easy.
However, when the leader spoke, they didn't stay much longer and jumped on their horses.
"drive!!!"
The group of people left quickly.
Zhao Min looked at Lin Fan's leaving figure and frowned.
Especially Lin Fan's last look, which seemed to see through her, made her feel uncomfortable all over.
"Lin Fan, leader of the Ming Cult, haha, he is indeed extraordinary."
Zhao Min closed the folding fan and banged it on the palm of his hand.
Looking at Lin Fan's leaving figure, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
"Princess, please deal with them."
Zhao Min's men made a gesture of wiping their necks.
Zhao Min looked at him like an idiot and asked, "Do you know who he is?"
"I don't know."
The man shook his head.
"Haha, he is Lin Fan, the leader of the Ming Cult. If you have the ability, just go and get his head. This princess will definitely reward you heavily." Zhao Min sneered.
When everyone heard this, their expressions changed.
