Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms.

Chapter 168: Feng Wuxiang, Zhuluhui

Qiwu?

Zhou Yan watched all this outside the teahouse, feeling a little curious.

He didn't expect that this term, which seemed to be the source of the current disaster, would appear before him so soon.

He couldn't help but take a few steps forward, wanting to see what the crazy man in black was going to do.

Unexpectedly, after taking only two steps, a hand gently pressed towards me from behind.

Zhou Yan's heart moved, but he didn't move, allowing the hand to pat his shoulder.

"Brother, please don't come near me, or you will suffer misfortune."

A clear male voice came from behind.

Then, a young man with long hair, wearing a green tight-fitting long gown and looking handsome, walked past him.

The young man entered the teahouse and walked straight towards the man in black, with a gentle smile on his face: "My dear brother, you practice evil skills and your mind is confused. Why don't you come back with me? Maybe you can still be saved."

At this time, the storytellers and tea drinkers reacted, realized the danger, and quickly retreated to the edge of the teahouse.

The man in black suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot, and looked at the young man with an extremely ferocious expression: "Who are you!?"

The handsome young man said with his hands behind his back and smiled, "I am the leader of the Fierce Wind Hall of Zhulu Association, Feng Wuxiang. Please give me your guidance."

"Zhuluhui! Good! Die!"

The black-clothed man's eyes glowed red, and he attacked directly in an instant. His hands hidden under the black clothes suddenly stretched out in the shape of claws, and attacked Feng Wuxiang's head and chest respectively.

"Green Devil Hand!"

Zhou Yan could see clearly that the surface of those hands seemed to be covered by a layer of green light, reflecting a strange metallic light, giving them a sense of unparalleled sharpness.

Moreover, there seemed to be the shadow of an evil ghost howling in the flowing light.

Faced with this attack that was launched at such close range.

The handsome young man named Feng Wuxiang misstepped and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

As the wind blew hard, the man in black struck the air with his claws.

The next moment, Feng Wuxiang appeared behind the man in black like a ghost, and chuckled, "This big brother——"

"Ah!" The man in black turned around quickly and attacked with his claws, but only hit Feng Wuxiang's afterimage.

Then there was a weight on his head and he was stepped on by Feng Wuxiang.

Feng Wuxiang stood with his hands behind his back, and his foot on the head of the man in black, with a gentle smile on his face: "You are too impatient."

Zhou Yan looked at all this and his mouth twitched.

What? Feng Wuxiang, your last name is Nie, right?
The man in black suddenly raised his claws, but still missed. He saw Feng Wuxiang's green figure floating backwards, and fear finally appeared in his eyes. He turned around and ran away on the spot.

The direction was exactly the gate where Zhou Yan was standing.

The man in black was extremely fast. Seeing Zhou Yan standing still, he couldn't help but shout loudly and suddenly blasted out with his claws that were glowing green.

"Go away!"

Feng Wuxiang had just landed on the ground and had no time to say anything cool when he saw this scene. He immediately rushed forward and said hurriedly, "Thief."

Splash!

Before he could finish his words, blood exploded all over the sky, with dots of scarlet liquid and white brain matter spurting out.

Feng Wuxiang's eyebrows jumped, and he quickly stepped forward with his left foot. The floor shattered and a wall of wind appeared out of thin air, blocking all the debris in mid-air.

He couldn't help but praise: "The inner Qi is restrained, the Hun Yuan is as good as it can be. This young man has such a domineering horizontal training kung fu!"

It's not that I have restrained my true energy; I just don't have any true energy at all.

Pure horizontal training!
Zhou Yan complained in his heart, calmly retracted his right fist that had blown the black-clothed man's head, and with a slight shake, the blood and flesh debris hanging on it were shattered.

[Kill the "Qiwu Practitioner" and gain 420 spiritual points]

A few third-level minions.

He glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention. Instead, he looked up at Feng Wuxiang on the opposite side: "These are just some crude moves, which cannot compare to your miraculous skills."

Feng Wuxiang saw that Zhou Yan was easy to communicate with, so he couldn't help but step forward and said with a smile: "My name is Feng Wuxiang, may I ask your name, young man?"

"Okay, my last name is Zhou." Zhou Yan smiled slightly but did not say his full name.

Feng Wuxiang bowed to him and said, "Mr. Zhou is an excellent martial artist. I am interested in making friends with him. Would you be willing to go with me to Zuixianju, the place with the most fragrant wine in Luocheng, to drink together?"

Zhou Yan nodded and said with a smile: "Let me make it clear first, Zhou is down and out and penniless, so Master Fengtang must be prepared to treat us."

Feng Wuxiang laughed carefreely: "That's right, please!"

He no longer cared about the headless body of the man in black on the ground, and walked out of the teahouse directly. He stretched out his hand and motioned Zhou Yan to follow him.

"it is good."

*
"Luocheng is a well-known city in the south of Taiyuan Country. The waterways in the city are well developed, and many people have become wealthy by relying on the convenient water transportation. It is a truly prosperous place."

Zhou Yan and Feng Wuxiang were walking on the road along the river.

Feng Wuxiang pointed at the boats passing through the river and said, "During the day, these are merchant ships and fishing boats. At night, they are transformed into pleasure boats with singing girls with excellent vocal skills. That's when it gets lively."

"Yes," Zhou Yan nodded slowly, "Master Feng, since Luocheng is a southern city, then it is within the scope of your Zhulu Association."

Feng Wuxiang smiled and shook his head: "Not today yet, but tomorrow." Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Feng Wuxiang curiously: "From what Master Feng said, are you coming here to conquer this city?"

"I'm just here to take a look at the situation. The brothers from the Fierce Wind Hall will arrive early tomorrow morning."

Feng Wuxiang stopped and pointed upwards:

"We've arrived at a famous restaurant in the whole city, and even in the whole south - Zuixianju."

Zhou Yan had already seen this magnificent and luxurious building and smiled: "Then today, I will accept the blessing of Master Feng and let a country boy like me taste the fine wine of this big restaurant."

The two of them entered swiftly, and immediately several beautiful girls, carrying a faint scent of flowers, came to greet them.

Seeing the handsome leader Feng Wuxiang and the handsome Zhou Yan beside him, all of them were dazzled.

"Welcome to Zuixianju, gentlemen--

"Excuse me, do you want to have a drink on the first floor, or go to the second floor?"

"Of course I'll go upstairs. I want the best seat!"

Feng Wuxiang laughed loudly and walked directly towards the stairs.

Soon, the two of them sat down in a private room. The carved window opened outwards, and when they looked up, they could see the sparkling river outside and the crowds of people surging on the road.

Fine wine and delicious food were brought to the table one after another. Two beautiful maids served the two people dishes and rice. In the corner of the room, there was a female zither player covered by a veil sitting in the inner room. She played the zither and sang softly, which was very pleasant to listen to.

Feng Wuxiang smiled and looked at Zhou Yan: "Mr. Zhou, the food and wine at Zuixianju are pretty good. I hope they suit your taste."

Then, he picked up a glass of wine and gestured to Zhou Yan: "Feng, let me toast first."

After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass.

Zhou Yan smiled slightly and drank a glass with him.

When the wine went down my throat, it tasted sweet and refreshing. It didn't feel like wine, but rather like a clear spring in the mountains.

He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the wine in this world would be so delicious. It was very different from the white wine that he hated so much when he was on Earth.

"This wine is called Lanqiao Fengyue, and it is a fine product of Zuixianju." Feng Wuxiang put down the wine glass and smiled gently at Zhou Yan, "Mr. Zhou, please forgive me for asking, but what are you going to do in Luocheng this time?"

Zhou Yan also smiled calmly and said, "I am alone, following my heart all the way, and it is just a coincidence that I came to Luocheng."

"Oh!" Feng Wuxiang leaned forward, "Can I understand that you, Mr. Zhou, have not joined any sect?"

Zhou Yan smiled and nodded: "That's right."

Feng Wuxiang's face was filled with joy: "Great! Very good! To be honest, I feel very close to Mr. Zhou. If you don't mind, would you like to come to our Zhulu Club and work with me?"

Zhou Yan's lips curled slightly.

Although it was somewhat unexpected that Feng Wuxiang was so easy to get along with.

But the current situation is exactly what he wants.

After all, for this walking mission, the survival time given by [Order] is sixty-six days, which means that He has a rough estimate of the time it will take Zhou Yan to complete the task.

This is also a long-term mission.

For this kind of long-term mission, or in a large open world, it is of course wiser to directly rely on mature forces rather than slowly exploring and searching for mission targets by yourself.

So Zhou Yan took the initiative to ask: "Master Feng, you don't seem to be curious or suspicious of my origins and purpose. Is this really okay?"

Feng Wuxiang looked calm, "Mr. Zhou may not understand the customs of the Zhuolu Society. When Lord Ba Jue recruits and promotes talents, he never asks about their past, nor does he care about their purpose. As long as they can be used by him and abide by the rules after joining the society, the Zhuolu Society will treat them equally."

"And if someone violates the rules of the Zhulu Club after joining it, or even betrays the club, they will naturally be removed by relevant personnel."

When he said this, his tone was calm, as if he was talking about something ordinary, and there was no threatening tone at all.

Zhou Yan nodded: "Then, Master Feng, I will take care of you in the future."

"it is good!"

Feng Wuxiang smiled carefreely: "From now on, you don't need to call me Hall Master, just call me Wuxiang."

Zhou Yan also smiled back: "Then I won't hide it anymore, you can just call me Zhou Tian from now on."

"Zhou Tian, ​​what a good name!" Feng Wuxiang's eyes lit up.

Then he said directly: "Zhou Tian, ​​after we take over Luocheng, I will take you back to the Zhulu Club headquarters and personally find the leader of the Bajue Club to get a suitable position for you."

He said confidently: "The leader of the Ba Jue Society has always valued talents. Seeing a young and skilled person like you, he might even teach you some unique skills."

Zhou Yan's heart moved slightly. It's true. If he could learn the martial arts of this world just by joining the Zhuolu Club, he would really be looking forward to it.

He took the opportunity to ask curiously, "Wuxiang, what martial arts is the leader of the Bajue Society good at?"

Feng Wuxiang looked very happy. He took the initiative to drink another glass of wine. "The master's skills are unprecedented in history. The most popular skill in the martial arts world is of course his infinite profound skill. He also divided his infinite profound skill into different powerful martial arts. For example, my Wuxiang Leg and Junior Brother Yun Wuchang's Wuchang Hand are all derived from the master's infinite profound skill."

Zhou Yan nodded: "Wuxiang, what you said makes me look forward to it."

"I will definitely not let you down." Feng Wuxiang smiled. "It just so happens that I have to go to a banquet tonight. You can just work with me for now."

Zhou Yan: "What party?"

Feng Wuxiang smiled faintly:
"It is the reception for the Lord of Luocheng, Shen Jiuchong."

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Chapter 2 is here, a little late, but it's here after all

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