On the official road leading to Yangzhou City in the south, there is a place that must be passed.

There is a nameless hill there, in which a nest of bandits live, the self-established cottage is called the Flying Tiger Village, so this mountain is also named the Flying Tiger Mountain by the surrounding people.

On the periphery of Feihu Mountain, there is a wide official road, as long as you are a merchant who pulls goods, you must walk from here.

So this place has been harassed by bandits for many years.

Approaching noon, on the official road in the south, a caravan pulling goods was slowly approaching.

The young man at the head rode a white horse in high spirits, and the slaves who followed behind him led the horses and pulled a large number of goods.

There were more than a dozen guards with knives around, and this group of people knew at a glance that it was not easy to mess with.

The young man's lips were red and his teeth were white, and even his skin was milky white, as if it were transparent in the sun.

He looks a little feminine, if he weren't wearing a man's clothes, maybe he could pretend to be a woman with a little rouge.

"Hurry up!! At noon, we must rush to Yangzhou City, give me time!! ”

As he slowly approached, the young man looked at the sweaty, panting slave behind him, and roared in a thick voice.

His voice sounded strange, obviously a young man, and his voice was not only not crisp, but very rough.

If this is in a restaurant, if you want to read a book, you may have to sigh when you hear it, it's a pity for this look, as soon as he spoke, the kind of goodwill brought by his appearance disappeared in an instant.

The group of bandits in Feihu Mountain also watched the dishes, after all, the people who came and went in the nearby Yangzhou City were all martial arts masters, and although the young people looked around, they were not too worried.

It is expected that the group of wrecks in Feihu Mountain should not dare to rob them.

He didn't know that at this time, there were more than a dozen people in ambush in the woods around the official road, all with masked faces and trembling with big knives.

Especially the one in the lead trembled the most.

Ye Zhi couldn't stand it anymore, so she raised her foot and kicked him: "Hey, move smaller!" ”

If you shake it again, even the blades of grass next to it will rustle, and what should you do if you startle the people over there.

"Strong, strong man......"

was kicked, and the boss of Feihu Mountain didn't dare to complain, he whispered, stammered, and pitiful: "Strong man...... They're a lot of people......"

It's just a matter of robbing a powerless woman?!!

Helpless??? Woman??? Where?!!!

The boss is very bitter inside.

What they do in Feihu Village is indeed not a good thing, but they are also desperate, they want to do a serious job, the city people don't want them, go home and farm, the squire in the field is too seriously exploited.

There is no way, so I can only rely on my strength to occupy the mountain as the king and be a bandit.

This bandit is also trembling, robbing only the little that is needed, and he doesn't dare to take it all, just for fear that the young man will stand up for the heavens.

Because of this way of survival, they have lived a very nourishing life over the years, how could they have thought of the sudden bad news today.

An old monk came to the door with two young people, a man and a woman, saying that he wanted to borrow a place and see if he could ask them to help him.

They are a group of big men, can't they be afraid of an old monk?

Regret, now it's very regretful.

Knowing that those two people were martial arts masters, didn't he agree a long time ago.

Now not only has he become a prisoner of others, but he also has to take the entire cottage to ambush on the official road to rob some weak woman.