Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 162: Feng Yan escaped, Xiao Wu couldn’t escape
Night falls and the sky is dotted with stars.

As 'Xue Qinghe' announced the start of the banquet, the lights in Tiandou Hotel were bright, and a grand celebration banquet was in full swing.

In the hall, the crystal chandeliers cast soft light, reflecting on the exquisite silverware and sparkling champagne glasses, sparkling with an alluring luster.

The guests, dressed in gorgeous costumes, walked between long tables covered with flowers and tasted delicacies carefully prepared by top chefs.

The live performance of the band added a touch of elegance and vitality to the banquet, and the cheerful rhythm was like the continuous flow of water.

Not all soul masters have their brains full of muscles. For example, Oscar took Jiangzhu to the center of the dance floor.

Several pairs of dancers danced gracefully, with flying skirts and light steps, adding a lot of color to the banquet.

Laughter and conversations rang out one after another, and the young soul masters of Shrek Academy shared the joy of victory and the glory of success accompanied by fine wine and delicious food.

Except for rumors.

"Brother Yan Feng, what is your real name? It should be Feng, right? I am also a genius with full innate soul power. But compared to you, why do I feel like I am nothing?"

"You are too obsessed with creating your own soul skills. Who can be blamed for this?"

"Ah?! How do you know I have my own soul skills?"

In order to avoid Tang Yuehua's sight, Feng Yan sneaked to the Blazing Academy and the Divine Wind Academy to watch Huo Wu cause trouble for Tang San.

I took the opportunity to chat with Feng Xiaotian, who was very outgoing.

Of course, Feng Yan simply ignored Feng Xiaotian asking him his name.

After all, a name like 'Feng Shui' is too embarrassing.

As for what Huo Wu and Tang San were doing, Feng Yan didn't even watch it. It seemed like they were having a drinking contest or something, and if Huo Wu won by drinking, they would fight.

Feng Xiaotian's question still attracted Feng Yan more, "If creating your own soul skills can't make your cultivation level increase synchronously, then why would you develop it when your level is low?"

"How to say?"

"Tsk! You can create your own soul skills at any time. But don't you think that if you cultivate to the Titled Douluo earlier and then create your own soul skills, with a higher realm, you will have a deeper understanding of the role of soul power, and your self-created soul skills will be stronger, right?"

Feng Yan's words were spoken in a light smile, but Feng Xiaotian understood them clearly.

But even though he understood, he was still not convinced. Feng Xiaotian even cited Feng Yan's example, "That's what he said, but isn't your father, Sword Demon Douluo, fine?"

What do you mean he is the same? How can he be the same? He has a matching mind method!

Feng Xiaotian’s words immediately awakened Feng Yan’s attribute of being the king of confrontation.

"Let me ask you, do you cultivate soul power while using your self-created soul skills?"

Feng Xiaotian shook the wine glass in his hand and answered simply: "No."

"Let me ask you again, do you retain your energy with your self-created soul skills?"

"How is this possible?" Feng Xiaotian shrugged.

"Then can practicing your self-created soul skills increase your cultivation?"

"Don't be ridiculous, this is not my own creation..."

Feng Xiaotian's face froze, and he only felt that his mind became clear in an instant.

"Brother Yanfeng, so it is precisely because your father was able to do these things that he was able to become a Titled Douluo at the age of twenty?!"

"You're quite good at guessing... But you can understand it this way."

Since Feng Xiaotian was willing to listen, Feng Yan didn't mind saying a few more words, "It also has something to do with the fact that one's cultivation level is high, and one can absorb higher-age spirit rings and gain a lot of extra energy."

All soul masters know that absorbing soul rings can gain extra soul power. Since Feng Yan had his seventh soul ring, he has been hunting soul beasts that are over 100,000 years old, some of which are ferocious beasts.

With the blessing of Bei Ming Divine Art, it would be strange if his soul power did not grow rapidly.

With his constantly honed physical and mental strength, Feng Yan hunted down the Bear King and his cultivation level surpassed that of a level 95 Super Douluo in one step.

After more than ten years of polishing, it was easy to break through level 99.

It was the first time that Feng Xiaotian had heard of this. The cultivation methods of some high-level soul masters gave him a sudden epiphany.

"Hiss...Brother Yanfeng, you sound very open-minded! These are all secrets that cannot be passed on, right?"

Seeing Feng Xiaotian looking both excited and grateful, Feng Yan didn't know what to say and could only clink glasses with him.

"You might as well say that listening to your words is better than reading for ten years..."

"That's a fitting remark!"

Although he was chatting with Feng Xiaotian, Feng Yan's attention was on Tang Yuehua.

After Feng Zimu greeted Tang Yuehua, he started chatting with Xue Ke about the past of Sword Demon Douluo.

One likes to speak, the other likes to listen.

Tang Yuehua did not get involved in the affairs between the younger generations, and just kept looking at Yan Feng.

Feng was about to collapse under such a gaze. Thinking back to the last time he saw her, it was when Feng Yan was fifteen years old, and it was almost like this at that time.

However, the organizer of the banquet that year was not 'Xue Qinghe', but Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi was only in his early twenties at that time, and like Tang Xiao, he was at an age full of vigor and vitality.

Tang Yuehua is only one year younger than Feng Yan. Back then, she had a very good temperament and was more pure, but not like she is now.

Tang Yuehua is now wearing a silver palace dress, which looks so fitting for her.

If Feng Yan had to compare her with someone he knew, in terms of temperament alone, probably only Bibi Dong could be compared with her.

Her movements were natural and elegant, revealing a graceful demeanor.

When talking with Feng Zimu, every frown and smile was so friendly.

But now, Feng Yan just wants to stay away from her.

Tang San still doesn't know that Tang Yuehua is his aunt, and Feng Yan is also sure that he has nothing to do with her.

If you establish a relationship after talking to them, you're doomed.

For example, the 'Xue Qinghe', also known as Qian Renxue, who was standing next to Xue Ke and looked very lonely.

She thought Xue Di was Yan Feng's mother.

If this were a pair of confessions, Feng Yan's identity being exposed would be the least of his worries. The biggest issue would be how to deal with the mess he would cause and whether Tang Dachui would go crazy. Such consequences would make Feng Yan feel the most desperate.

However, although the excitement of Tang San and Huo Wu attracted most people's attention, some people still focused their attention on Feng Yan.

"Ayan, can I dance with you?"

The moonlight outside the window was like water, pouring into the gorgeously decorated ballroom and also pouring onto Shui Bing'er's slightly blushing face.

Feng Xiaotian realized that he was redundant, so he raised his glass and tactfully stepped back.

However, even if the girl took the initiative to invite him out, the rumors would still spoil the mood.

He whispered in Shui Bing'er's ear like a thief, "I don't know how to do it!"

Shui Bing'er was not willing to comply, and an aggrieved look immediately appeared on her little face.

She stretched out her slender hand to Feng Yan, her eyes revealing a firmness that could not be refused.

"Jump!"

"Okay... okay..."

Now Feng Yan didn't dare to refuse.

Holding Shui Bing'er's small hand wearing an ice-blue silk glove, Feng Yan walked to the center of the dance floor with gritted teeth.

The music in the banquet hall was still flowing slowly, its melody gently spinning in the air, inviting every guest to step into the embrace of the dance floor. Shui Bing'er had a graceful figure, she was like the ice crystal condensed in winter, clear and cold.

Compared to Shui Bing'er's ease, Feng Yan seemed unusually uneasy.

His mind is full of practicing martial arts, how could he possibly come up with such a thing?
Faced with Shui Bing'er's invitation, his heart felt as if Xiao Wu had given him an eight-section beating, with hesitation and uneasiness swirling in his heart.

After all, so many eyes were looking at him.

But refusing would hurt Shui Bing'er's heart, so Feng Yan could only walk to the center of the stage amid the sound of Xue Qinghe's clenched fists, Zhu Zhuqing's cold gaze, Xiao Wu's shaking legs, and Ning Rongrong's more audible teeth grinding.

After standing still, Feng Yan took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner waves, then followed Shui Bing'er's movements and stared stiffly at her expectant eyes.

Following the guidance of the music, Feng Yan clumsily followed Shui Bing'er's steps.

Feng Yan's movements seemed stiff and unnatural at first, but Shui Bing'er did not show any ridicule or disappointment. She just smiled and guided him patiently.

Slowly, Feng Yan began to relax.

Lingbo Weibu is far more beautiful and complicated than this dance step. Feng Yan quickly adapted to the simple dance step, and the distance between the two gradually narrowed as the dance steps rotated.

Everyone present was not an ordinary person. Seeing Feng Yan’s increasingly familiar steps, the two’s eye-catching looks added more color to the banquet hall.

For a moment, regardless of whether it was genuine or fake, the entire venue burst into thunderous applause.

Looking at this scene, Tang Yuehua's graceful temperament seemed to have pressed the pause button.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Zu Mu, this child is so different from his father."

Feng Zimu nodded in agreement, "That's right, my eldest brother is most afraid of women. Asking him to dance would probably be more painful than killing him."

Although it was a brief exchange, this scene happened to be seen by Xue Ke, who didn't like Yan Feng and didn't follow the crowd.

She turned around and pulled on Xue Qinghe's sleeve, "Brother, does the teacher have any relationship with Sword Demon Douluo?"

At this moment, Xue Qinghe's body was extremely stiff, and he almost didn't jump up when Xue Ke pulled him like that.

"Haha... I don't know about that. Little sister, don't you want to listen to Teacher Feng Zimu's story about Sword Demon Douluo?"

"Listen!"

Originally, everyone's attention was attracted by the two people on the dance floor, and Xue Ke's story was no longer relevant.

Seeing that Xue Ke liked Feng Zimu very much, Xue Qinghe said, "Teacher Feng Zimu has said so much, you can also invite him to dance with you, little sister."

"Well, it's his story that should be thanked."

However, Xue Ke is not the only one who wants to dance.

"Ahhh! I can't stand it anymore! Zhuqing, let's go! Let's use Lingbo Weibu!"

Ning Rongrong's brain was trembling, and she pulled Zhu Zhuqing to the dance floor.

The temperaments of Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong are far beyond the reach of their peers.

At this moment, they are more like elves, one black and one blue, and their figures are more lively under the moonlight.

Regardless of how Feng Yan and Shui Bing'er danced, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong saw the fighting spirit in each other's eyes, and then leaped into the center of the dance floor as lightly as a swallow skimming the water.

Their steps seem casual, but in fact they contain subtle changes. Every step seems to be on the water, with ripples spreading out, but no footprints can be seen.

Zhu Zhuqing has a nimble figure, her movements seem natural, as swift as a Netherworld Spirit Cat, and her figure is as light as willow catkins.

Ning Rongrong is as gentle as jade. A natural aristocrat, her every move is delicate and elegant, and every turn reveals endless charm.

Their every frown and smile was a combination of divine light and the interaction of yin and yang.

The graceful and ethereal Lingbo Weibu and the flowing wind and snow were performed vividly by them.

Just like the original meaning of Lingbo Weibu, they were floating and wandering without a trace, more like walking on the water waves, leaving no trace, and their silk stockings were covered with dust.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's cooperation has almost reached a perfect level in the past two years.

The audience stared with bated breath, deeply attracted by this double feast of vision and hearing. Even Feng Yan and Shui Bing'er couldn't let others take their eyes away.

This is good for Feng Yan, as he could slip away if no one noticed him.

As Shui Bing'er looked on in disbelief, Feng Yan put his arm around her waist, followed the same Lingbo Weibu technique, and slipped out of the banquet hall in just two or three steps.

However, this whole scene was seen by one person.

"Hehe! Little Wu Sister, I don't like watching dancing. I've caught you! I'll let you, Little Wu Sister, watch over you while you're in the Far North!"

……

The night slowly descended like a huge velvet curtain, and the stars dotted on it, like inlaid diamonds, shining brightly.

Under the hotel's rooftop, the moonlight is poetic. It not only illuminates the city at night, but also gives it a unique charm and emotion.

"Ayan, do you know how much I missed you? You didn't come to look for me even after arriving in Tiandou City..."

"Bing'er, it's no use for me to find any more excuses, right?"

"Of course it's useless!"

In such moonlight, couples in love can find the tranquility and beauty that belongs to them.

Excuses are useless, rumors can only be proven by actions.

Let all words turn into this deep kiss, engraved in this intoxicated moment.

"Cough cough!"

Just when their lips were about to touch, a clear cough interrupted the feelings of Feng Yan and Shui Bing'er.

Xiao Wu leaned against the rooftop door, holding the tip of the whip wrapped around her scorpion tail braid in her hand, and looked at the embarrassed Shui Bing'er playfully.

“Hehe! Little Bing’er, how ridiculous! Even if you send me, Xiao Wu, back to the Xingdou Great Forest, Xiao Wu will never let you run away!”

"Little dance!"

"What are you doing? When you two were having endless xx in the north, you did it in front of me, Xiao Wu! Now you don't allow me to punish you?"

"You were..."

Feng Yan was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat and he gritted his teeth.

When changing clothes, the rabbit made the most noise, tempting him from time to time, insisting on seeing him make a fool of himself.

In addition, Feng Yan is often exploited by Xiao Wu, so it is obviously impossible for him to hold one in one hand.

"Bing'er, come on! Catch her! Let's teach her a lesson!"

"oh oh…"

"Tsk! I won't even take Sister Xiaowu with me to escape, let's see what you can do~"

Xiao Wu is a veteran. The more annoyed Feng Yan is, the happier she is. She is not afraid at all.

She even lifted up her skirt and fiddled with her neckline.

Feng Yan is not without a solution for such a rabbit, and his study materials are not read in vain.

Flashing behind Xiao Wu, Feng Yan immediately pressed on Xiao Wu's Ren and Du meridians, sealing her soul power.

"Heh! Do you know there is a way to play called 'Idle'? Bing'er, let's study Teacher Xiao Wu's teachings and let her guide us!"

"Eh?"

(End of this chapter)