Fang Yunhan stood in the lobby of the inn, listening to the snoring. He waited until the waiter came in from the back door before asking, "Is there anything to eat?"
"Yes, yes," the waiter replied, "There are freshly cooked mutton offal, whole chickens, geese, and some pickled radishes in the pot. There is wine over there."
Fang Yunhan said, "Then first serve a pound of meat and three ounces of warm wine."
"okay."
The waiter went into the kitchen over there. Fang Yunhan looked around, found an empty table, sat down, and put the sword on the table.
There were four tables and a dozen benches in the lobby of the inn. The guest who was eating meat occupied one table, and the others were empty.
The sound of chopping meat could be heard in the kitchen. The guy was very quick and skillful and soon came out with a bowl of meat.
The bowl was steaming hot, and the waiter was afraid of the heat, so he put a rag on the bottom of the bowl.
"Please eat first, the wine will be ready soon." The waiter put the big bowl of meat on the table, took away the rag, and casually threw it at his waist.
Fang Yunhan glanced at the rag, picked up a pair of chopsticks, stirred the meat in the bowl, and watched the hot steam rising from the bowl wrap around his hand, making the bamboo chopsticks more moist and his fingers a little hot.
The waiter stood by his table, seemingly calculating the time to wait until the wine was warm enough before going to the kitchen to get it.
The inn became quiet, and the lanterns at the back door were blown by the wind, making a slight sound. The little bit of liveliness caused by Fang Yunhan's entry disappeared. Only the snoring upstairs and the sound of the guest eating meat at the next table remained unchanged.
Fang Yunhan suddenly sighed.
"Your disguise is too careless. This bowl of meat is so scalded, and the rag you used to hold the bowl has been worn out over the years and is as thin as a veil. How can an ordinary person's hands be so fearless of the heat and walk up so slowly with it?"
The guy's face changed a little, as if he became a little stiff.
Fang Yunhan didn't wait for him to say anything to refute or defend himself, and continued, "Then there's the person sleeping upstairs. Normally, people snore because they are overworked or have an illness. How can someone's snoring be so long and so steady?"
The man at the counter stopped using the abacus and lowered his head. The snoring from upstairs suddenly disappeared, as if the sleeping person could hear Fang Yunhan's voice, which was not too loud, even from such a distance.
Fang Yunhan sighed again, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said, "Who can you fool with such a careless disguise? It's better to just rob and kill people on the road."
The guy suddenly turned around, his hands already on his belt, a cold light flashing from between the belts.
The person at the next table took action first.
"You're right, well said, take my punch!"
As this meat-eating man punched to the side, his whole body straightened up, as if he was lifted up by his fist. The table in front of him and the bench under his butt were suddenly thrown far away.
When he stood up, Fang Yunhan realized that this man was actually very tall.
He was probably eight feet eight inches tall, with broad shoulders and back, a thick chest, legs like the trunks of old trees, and his hands were as big as a palm-leaf fan when opened, with calluses on the palms that were an inch thick.
He was on Fang Yunhan's left, about three meters away, while the waiter was standing on the right side of Fang Yunhan's table and had already drawn a soft sword from his belt.
In the end, it was the meat-eating man's fist that arrived first.
Fang Yunhan remained sitting, and with his left hand he blocked the force of the punch from a distance, and his body couldn't help but lean back.
The guy's soft sword attacked immediately, and the tip of the sword trembled, which was more than ten times more powerful than the snake king who also used a soft sword. It was as if dozens of sword blades suddenly grew out of his hilt, all of them were as flexible as willow branches and as sharp as saw teeth.
The soft sword attacked Fang Yunhan's legs. The table legs were the first to be affected and were cut into dozens of pieces smaller than eyeballs in an instant.
Fang Yunhan raised his right foot and used his knee to support the table that was about to tilt. He extended his right hand downward and swung it to the side along the outside of his right knee.
The fellow's sword blade, which could cut through bluestone as easily as cutting through mud, hit his palm, which had smooth skin and no scars. The flashing sword light suddenly disappeared, and the sharp sword blade was firmly grasped by his palm, and with a pinch of his five fingers, it was shattered into pieces.
The soft sword broke and the guy retreated immediately. His body movements were somewhat similar to Gu Qingfeng who had chased Lu Xiaofeng, but much more agile and swift.
On the left, the second wave of attack from the meat-eating man was coming. He stepped to Fang Yunhan's side and hit Fang Yunhan's head with his fist as big as a casserole.
At the same time, there was a sound of doors and windows breaking on the second floor, and a figure swooped down from the air.
Fang Yunhan was still sitting there. He took the long sword with its scabbard on the table with his left hand, grabbed the scabbard near the guard, and used it as a short stick to hit the meat-eating man's fist.
The right leg that was supporting the table lifted up, and the whole table flew up, meeting the figure that was rushing down from the second floor.
The piece of soft sword fragment held in the palm of his right hand turned into a beam of white light and shot out as he exerted force from his palm, piercing the head of the guy who had retreated to the right and leaned against the wall.
Bang! Snap! Snap!
The meat-eating man was hit by Fang Yunhan's scabbard and took three steps back.
The figure in mid-air smashed the table and was also knocked to one side by the recoil. The bowl of boiling hot meat fell to the ground along with many pieces of wood. The soup splashed on the man's face, which he wiped off viciously with his left hand.
This was an old man, his right hand was broken at the wrist and there was an iron hook on his wrist. He glanced at the guy with a hole in his head, who was slowly sliding down against the wall. There was a look of surprise and fear on his face, but he seemed to have something bigger to rely on, and soon became arrogant again.
"No wonder you were able to ruin Luoyang's event. Your martial arts skills are really impressive. It's a pity that you don't understand what kind of person you are provoking."
The old man with the iron hook sneered, "Yaksha ordered you to die. You must remember to keep your eyes open in your next life."
Fang Yunhan glanced at him and was too lazy to answer.
The shopkeeper at the counter still had his head down, but Fang Yunhan was paying at least 50% of his attention to that person.
Because he couldn't tell the depth of this person, it was as if he really didn't know any martial arts.
The big man on the left has amazing kung fu. He was hit by the scabbard of the sword that he used 60% of his strength, but he only took a few steps back and didn't even have a minor injury. He is also worthy of special attention.
In comparison, although this old man with Iron Hook's kung fu is also strong and may be as good as Doctor Wuqi, he is the least threatening one here.
The big man on the left who was eating meat roared at this time. His already tall torso seemed to have grown half a foot taller. Veins bulged on his forehead and hands. He used the most basic move in Jianghu boxing, the "Li Pi Hua Shan" (Forced Splitting of Huashan).
But this most basic boxing technique was flawless when used by him at this moment. An incomparably powerful true energy enveloped his whole body and even overturned several tables and chairs five or six meters away. It was like an undercurrent under a big river, washing over in the air as he swung his fists.
The old man with the iron hook also approached, and the hook in his hand attacked at an unimaginable ghostly angle. His other intact hand also struck out with a ferocious intent like a shark hunting a giant whale in the sea.
Fang Yunhan stared and thought for a while, and decided to fight quickly and decisively. He suddenly stood up and drew his sword. With a flash of sword light, the iron hook in the old man's hand and the palm of his left hand were broken one after another. A head rolled down and blood spurted out three feet.
The iron sword, without a drop of blood on it, had changed direction. One sword pierced through the strong wind surging around the meat-eating man, leaving a deep scar on his fist. The second sword contracted and thrust out like lightning and pierced into the man's throat.
Fang Yunhan didn't even look at the expression on the big man's face. He shook the sword and knocked the corpse down while pulling out the sword. All his attention was focused on the shopkeeper behind the counter.
This man seemed indifferent when his three accomplices were killed. He kept his head down and his hands on the counter.
"Why aren't you moving?" Fang Yunhan took cautious steps and moved closer. The dust on the ground was slightly startled by his footsteps and was blown onto the corpses by the wind.
Hearing Fang Yunhan's footsteps, the shopkeeper who had his head down finally made some movements. His arms trembled slightly, and his head seemed to be about to be raised.
Fang Yunhan had already approached the counter. Suspicion grew in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to lift up the shopkeeper's face with his sword to take a look.
Suddenly, an extreme coldness enveloped his entire body, and all his pores were stimulated to close. Eternal death seemed to have swallowed him up at that moment.
An incomparable sense of crisis spread throughout my body.
A blinding light burst out, like lightning striking beside you on a rainy night.
It was a sword light that actually pierced out from the ground.
Before the sound of the floor cracking reached Fang Yunhan's ears, the sword light was about to cut Fang Yunhan's flesh.
This sword was probably much faster than the sound.
If Fang Yunhan was really the best at swordsmanship, he would definitely not be able to escape this stab, because with the power and moves of swordsmanship he had demonstrated before, when all his attention was focused on the shopkeeper, he would definitely not be able to withstand the attack from under his feet.
Moreover, the person who drew the sword was far more powerful than any opponent Fang Yunhan had ever encountered in this world.
Even with the help of the martial arts character template, after practicing the Divine Sword Technique to this day, it is estimated that he is only 50% or 60% as proficient as Yan Nantian. How can he withstand this thrust?
But!
A person's martial arts is not just about swordsmanship. His internal strength, the perfect consistent magic skill plus the 60% wedding dress magic skill, can almost be said to be unrivaled in the world.
At this critical moment of life and death, when he was unable to bend his knees and exert any strength at all, Fang Yunhan simply let out a long roar, and his internal force rushed out from the Yongquan acupoints on both feet. His body floated up into the air, like a flag-flower rocket, rising more than two meters and almost hitting the roof of the inn.
The man with the sword broke out of the ground, and the stone bricks shattered into dust under the bombardment of his sword energy, and fell to the ground. The dazzling sword light tore through the dust and continued to rise.
"you!!!"
Fang Yunhan shouted angrily in the air, slapped the beam of the house with his backhand, and almost pierced through the solid wooden beam. With a bang, he took advantage of the huge reaction force and fell from the sky at lightning speed.
The man who rushed out from underground held a sword in his hand that was like a white rainbow piercing the sun, tearing the air like lightning, and met Fang Yunhan's attack with a powerful sword energy that was enough to cut a solid iron man in half.
He raised his head only after he drew his sword, revealing a terrifying face that was completely covered with old scars, with no trace of the original facial features.
But his eyes revealed surprise the moment he raised his head.
Because when Fang Yunhan descended from the sky, he did not swing his sword, but instead struck out with his palm.
Fang Yunhan used his bare palms to fight with a sword that could cut gold and jade, and slice iron like mud. The speed was faster than the sound, and it was like a rainbow piercing the sun!
BANG!!!
At the moment when palm and sword collided, in the eyes of the assassin, everything seemed to slow down. He saw hundreds of cracks appear on his sword in an instant. He felt his internal strength being crushed and shattered by an unparalleled force.
As the palm pressed down, the sword began to collapse and disintegrate from the tip, with pieces of debris flying out. This indescribably fast collapse spread all the way to the hilt, then to the hand holding the sword, and finally to the person wielding the sword.
Bang.
The body fell to the ground in a mess.
Fang Yunhan landed on the ground with both feet, gnashing his teeth and laughing angrily. The golden light in his eyes seemed to spread out and fill his entire pupils.
"hehe!"
It took him dozens of seconds to calm his breathing and let the excitement, which he didn't know whether to call it excitement or fear, gradually subside. He lowered his head and found the only remaining hard object in the muddy corpse.
A black token, stained even darker with blood, engraved with fangs protruding outwards, round eyes and no eyebrows.
Its name – Yaksha!