While he was thinking about it, the oil lamp was extinguished, and only a moment later he heard the boy's heavy snort. Xiao Wang Fang smiled slightly, walked out cautiously, pushed the door lightly, and disappeared into the dark corridor.

Hearing the sound of the door, Feng Yan opened his eyes vigilantly, quickly covered his coat, and followed with his sword. Standing on the high roof of the inn, a gust of north wind whistled by, lifting Feng Yan's long inky hair hanging behind him.

Feng Yan raised his eyes and looked around, except for the white cloth signboard of the inn in front of him, it was swaying and fluttering with the north wind, and there was no moving figure.

At this moment, behind the sand dunes not far away, a burst of flying sand floated, and the dust was swept into the air with the whiny west wind. Past experience tells me that there must be a lot of people moving there to stir up dust of this scale.

Just as Feng Yan was thinking about it, his shoulder was gently patted, and Feng Yan felt that he pulled away and raised his eyes to look at the person behind him. "It's me. Let's go, go and see. Feng Qianshou, who was wearing a black night robe, covered his face with a black cloth and carrying a sharp sword, appeared beside Feng Yan.

"The two people on the second floor are not small, and they must have good things on them. Just now, the two of them went over there, one after the other. While marching towards the sand dunes, Feng Qianshou told Feng Yan the speculation in his chest.

Four years ago, Feng Qianshou saved the dying Feng Yan in this inaccessible desert. Since then, he has accepted Feng Yan as an apprentice, and several masters and apprentices have opened an inn in Sanjiang Town. And Feng Qianshou's true identity is a well-known treacherous thief in the rivers and lakes. And Feng Qianshou also claimed to himself: In this world, there is nothing he can't steal.

During the day, they were busy with the people coming and going of the inn, Feng Qianshou was the shopkeeper, and Feng Qing, Feng Zhi and Feng Yan were all shopkeepers. But secretly, they are looking for a target, always ready to steal the belongings of those passing travelers.

To put it bluntly, the 'Guiyan Inn' is actually a veritable, black shop!

Feng Qianshou, who was born as a snitch, is naturally a light achievement, and Feng Yan has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and later obtained the true inheritance of Feng Qianshou. For a snitch, light skills are the ability to escape!

In an instant, the master and apprentice came to the top of the hill opposite the sand dune, and Feng Qianshou and Feng Yan leaned over the top of the sand dune, watching the two groups of people fighting in chaos on the half slope that caused a large amount of sand and dust.

I saw that under the sand dunes, more than a dozen killers dressed in black, armed with sharp blades, and acting like ghosts, were surrounding the two men in the middle. And on this sand dune, which was reflected in the moonlight as white as silver, dozens of blackened corpses crisscrossed it.

Led by a man in black, tall and sturdy, standing in the awe-inspiring west wind, exuding majesty and arrogance, and a terrifying and domineering spirit. Holding a sword glowing with a cyan cold light, at a glance, you can see that the sword is different, such a forging technique must have created a world-famous sword that sharpens iron like clay.

The black-clothed men around him, after killing the people who followed him, did not shoot at the two people in the center, but gathered in a circle, watching how their leader captured the two people.

The man in black at the head lifted the sharp blade in his hand, swung his sword and stabbed it, and aimed at the silver-haired old man at the front. The old man hurriedly waved the sword in his hand and blocked it head-on, only to hear a 'clang', and the crisp sound of metal impact resounded in the sky. The sharp blade in the old man's hand was instantly broken in two, and before the old man could react quickly, he felt a murderous cold that pierced his body.

"Your Highness, go quickly." Although the old man was stabbed in the abdomen, he still used the half sword in his hand and his bleeding body to protect the man behind him.

Xiao Wang Fang Yinghui thought that he was good at martial arts, but he didn't expect that this Yun Ranyang actually got the world-famous sword-Fengming Sword. This sword is made of the dark iron of the Tianshan Mountains, which is abnormally cold, sharpened like mud, and after colliding with metal, it will make a sound like a phoenix, hence the name.

But I didn't know that this world-famous sword was now in the hands of Yun Ranyang. And now, in order to get the Dragon Talisman in Fang Yinghui's hand, he actually used this Fengming Sword.

Fang Yinghui saw that this envoy from the Changling Kingdom, the Emperor of Qin's side, although he had been hit by several swords, he was still struggling to resist. Xiao Wang Fang lingered in his heart, if he fought with Yun Ranyang here, he couldn't get the slightest advantage, and if he was not careful, he would rob the talisman, it would be very bad.

Because, Fang Yinghui tightened the wooden box on his back, which could contain the vital talismans, holding a knife in his right hand, and with a wave of his left hand, he shot out a few hidden arrows. After only a few screams were heard, the black-clothed people gathered around fell seven or eight in an instant.

Fang Yinghui took this opportunity to raise his breath and jump out of the encirclement like a bird, and flew towards the top of the sand dune where Feng Yan and Feng Qianshou were located.

At this time, the master and apprentice who were lurking at the top of the sand dunes saw the approaching Xiao Wang Fang Yinghui, and the dozen or so black-clothed killers who were chasing after him. Suddenly I was shocked into a cold sweat!

At this moment, King Xiao had already come to the two of them, and when he looked up and saw the shopkeeper and his buddy of the Guiyan Inn, he was overjoyed. When he came to the two of them, he stopped, and said to the master and apprentice beside him: "If you can protect me from leaving, I will reward you with a thousand taels of silver." ”

Hearing about the silver thousand taels, Feng Qianshou suddenly felt happy in his heart, and then nodded in response: "Okay, a word is a certainty." Disciple, you lead him out of this desert, and leave it to me here. ”

When Feng Yan heard this, this master was really a fan of money, and this group of black-clothed killers were all strong in martial arts.

And the black-clothed leader is an unfathomable figure, and there is such a sword that sharpens iron like clay in his hand, can the master stop it with those two blows?

But now, Feng Yan has no other way, because the black-clothed man chasing after him has already regarded them as a group, and they have drawn their swords against each other, not giving them any time to breathe.

Feng Yan looked up to the sky helplessly and sighed, and said secretly in his heart: Master, do you know who you have provoked?

And now, he has been caught up in it by the master. After sighing, he looked back and saw Feng Qian's hands dragging the few black-clothed people who were chasing after him. Feng Yan didn't say a word, and led Fang Ying back towards the depths of the desert.