After a while, the voices gradually rose, and everyone in the inn got up. After a while, the shopkeeper came over and said, "I prepared a gift last night. Later today..." Han Yiming intercepted him and said, "Old man, it's not that I don't know what you said. Why do you have to go in the evening? I'll leave during the day. Anyway, they want to follow, so I'm not afraid of following them." The shopkeeper smiled and said, "That's right, then I'll go after lunch, not far away. It's only a few dozen miles away. I've prepared a mule and it's dark. It's here. Take more people, and they won't dare to make things difficult for you on the road."

Han Yiming thanked him for his kindness and saw that he was busy and he was careful here. He saw that Qian Ruohua and his group were also living in this inn. He looked at him, but he was not afraid of him seeing him. But there were not as many people as yesterday. He was relocating soldiers. I wonder when their reinforcements would come? Han Yiming looked at others again, but he didn't live in the inn at home. I don't know where they were going, and I don't bother to inquire.

The shopkeeper really prepared a healthy mule, two of which were equipped with red and green gifts, and the rest were saddles. There were also several big men standing on the side with their chests and belly folded. They were all strong and fit. After lunch, the shopkeeper sent them out. Han Yiming saw Qian Ruohua and others watching. When he knew that he had left, they followed and thanked the shopkeeper, stepped on the healthy mule, and went with them.

He had always been used to flying with swords, and he had a few mounts. At this time, he was still stable when he sat on it. Several strong men surrounded him, walked out of the city and headed north. Pingbo Gate followed him from afar, and there were a few people who had been following him before, which were also faintly visible. Han Yiming wanted to find an opportunity to leave, but he couldn't. The mule was not walking fast, but he was extremely steady and did not slow down. He walked until the sun set and his feet were still strong.

Along the way, Han Yiming left quietly, and the people who followed him were very attentive, so that he could not escape. Behind him were the Pingbo Sect and those who were planning benefits, but the strong men who were walking with him could not see it. The shopkeeper had a kind intention, but although these people were strong, they were not the opponents of those wolves and tigers behind him? If you really want to start, those weak people would definitely be unexpectedly ruthless. It would be better to leave earlier and let them go safely.

As he thought about it all the way, he finally looked at the sky until afternoon. The man in front stopped moving forward and turned around and said, "It's almost here. Let's take a break here and let our feet rest. We'll be angrily before dark." So everyone got off the mule back and looked for a rest. Han Yiming felt sore all over his body. It turned out that riding a mule horse was so tiring. It was much more tiring than flying on a sword. The sword flying and the tip of the sky had never tired him like this. The strength of riding a foot made him so tired. He sat down shortly after seeing no one pay attention, and quietly lie down into the grass behind him.

These strong men were laughing and cheerful all the way, but Han Yiming didn't say a word. First, he was not a talkative person, and second, what they said had nothing similar to his experience, so there was no need to interrupt. But when they listened to their simple and happy things, they felt that they were too far away. It turned out that people who were extremely simple and those who were extremely simple had endless happiness. Not everyone should be outstanding, and only those who were outstanding were happy.

When he got into the grass, it was when they were laughing and laughing. Han Yiming was light and he had never sat in a pile with them. When he got into the grass, he didn't pay attention. He stepped back, walked away from the grass, straightened his waist, and walked to the other side. He took a big step and walked forward. But after walking out for more than ten steps, he heard someone screaming behind him. When he looked back, he saw that there was a slight light of inspiration from the place where he came from, and there was also a light of inspiration coming here. He wanted to leave the hands arranged by the shopkeeper, and he didn't want to take them into tiring himself, but when he heard the sound, there was no way to go back.

He turned around and ran towards the voice. He had just walked away for a while and ran back very quickly. He had already run in front of him in a blink of an eye. Several strong men were shrinking into a pile, with two mules on the ground, and there were no scars on their bodies, as if they had died. Several Pingbo Sect members were surrounding these strong men, and a few people who had followed along the way were also standing aside. They came closer and saw that they had disappeared, so they made things difficult for them. Han Yiming moved his fingers, and the Mingyuan sword on his back came out of the box. He swung his sword from a distance, and the Pingbo Sect members flew away. After a sword light passed, a deep crack suddenly appeared on the ground!

Han Yiming didn't expect that he would be so powerful when he had a casual sword. He looked at the Mingyuan sword. The sunset was as bloody as it was, and the Mingyuan sword was also a bit ferocious. However, no matter how you look at it, the sword was not like an extremely sharp thing, but it was so sharp that it was unpredictable. Han Yiming watched them escape and did not pursue them. He looked at the strong men again, all of whom were open their mouths and stunned, looking at him as if he was looking at a ghost.

After taking away Mingyuan's sword, Han Yiming walked to the two mules and horses that were lying on the ground. The two mules and horses were dead. At first glance, he knew that they were killed by magic, and they must be to intimidate these strong men. Seeing that they were healthy, they had no chance to fight back when they met Pingbo and others. He had walked away, but at this time he did not dare to walk away at will. If he walked away by himself and Pingbo's subordinates came to make things difficult for them again, wouldn't he have harmed them?

A few strong men came back to their senses after a moment, and were very afraid of him. Han Yiming said, "Let's go quickly, they're still here, we'll be more at ease to rush there earlier." The strong men saw his words as Lunyin at this time, and immediately set off, first mules came together, then led a horse to him, and asked him to ride on it. Han Yiming was not willing to ride it, only asked the strong man, "How far is it?" The strong man said, "It's more than ten miles." Han Yiming said, "You can ride it, I won't ride it." The strong man was not willing to ride it again and again, and Han Yiming said, "It's not that I boasted that more than ten miles is really nothing to me. Let's go now, and you can ride it, so you can avoid delays all the way."
Chapter completed!