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The group sat in the private room waiting for the food to be served.

Li Qinglu leaned out the window and looked out. There were still a few pedestrians on the street, and a few Khitans were leading their horses past downstairs.

"The atmosphere here is indeed different from that in Kaifeng," she muttered, then looked away and sat down in her chair.

Mu Wanqing sat opposite, her face veiled, making it impossible to see her expression, but her eyes were also scanning out the window.

Azi sat next to her, quietly, occasionally glancing up at Wu Feng before lowering her head again.

Wu Xingyun leaned back in his chair, his expression calm and revealing no emotion.

The waiter pushed open the door carrying a tray, followed by two other waiters, each carrying a large plate.

Braised fish, stewed chicken, stir-fried greens, and cold black fungus salad were all served one by one.

Finally, a large bowl of hot soup was served, along with braised beef and peanuts.

"Sir, the dishes are ready. Please enjoy your meal." The waiter bowed, led the other waiters out, and closed the door behind him.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks: "Eat."

The group started eating. Li Qinglu picked up a piece of fish, chewed it, and nodded, "It tastes alright." She then picked up another piece and put it in Wu Feng's bowl.

Mu Wanqing ate slowly, only reaching for the green vegetables and cold black fungus salad in front of her with her chopsticks.

Ah Zi was quite uninhibited. She picked up a piece of chicken and nibbled on it in small bites, her eyes glancing at the table every now and then, eyeing what to pick up next.

Wu Xingyun took a few bites and then put them down, slowly sipping his tea.

Wu Feng ate quickly, finishing his bowl of rice in no time, and then had another half bowl added.

The braised beef is sliced ​​thinly, giving it a chewy texture, and the peanuts are crunchy, making it a perfect accompaniment to rice.

The meal took less than half an hour.

The dishes on the table were almost completely cleaned up, and most of the soup was drunk.

Wu Feng put down his chopsticks and picked up a cloth from the table to wipe his mouth. The others followed suit and put down their chopsticks as well.

He leaned back in his chair, glanced at the group, and said, "I'm going to check out the mountain strongholds outside. You've been traveling all day; let me find you an inn to rest."

Li Qinglu shook her head: "I'm not tired, I'll go with you."

Mu Wanqing also shook her head, her voice not loud: "No need to rest."

Ah Zi quickly replied, "Young master, I'm not tired either."

Wu Xingyun glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "No need."

Wu Feng scratched his head, looked around at the group, and showed no intention of staying. He stood up: "Then let's go together."

After saying that, he pushed open the door of the private room and walked downstairs. The others followed behind.

After paying at the counter, the shopkeeper smiled and said, "Take care, sir."

Wu Feng nodded and led the group out of the restaurant.

The servants in the backyard had already brought out the horses; five horses were tied to the hitching post in front of the gate, their manes fluttering in the wind.

Wu Feng walked over, untied the reins, and mounted his horse. The others followed suit.

He turned his horse around and headed towards the city gate.

It was still early, the sun was setting, but it wasn't yet time for sunset.

Once outside the city gate, Wu Feng tightened the reins and slowed the horse down.

There's a mountain stronghold nearby on the trade route called Qingshi Village, and it's quite large.

The chances of getting a token drop are higher with these large-scale counterfeit stores.

He determined the direction and headed towards a hilltop.

The terrain on both sides of the official road began to rise and fall, with flat land being replaced by hills, and the hills slowly turning into mountains.

The road became narrower and narrower, and more trees appeared on both sides.

After walking for about 15 minutes, we heard the sounds of fighting ahead.

The sounds of ping-pong balls clashing against each other mingled with shouts.

Wu Feng reined in his horse and glanced ahead. At the foot of the mountain, a group of players were attacking a group of NPCs.

The NPCs were dressed in multicolored clothes, carrying knives, spears, and clubs, with the words "Qingshi Village Bandits" above their heads.

There were twenty or thirty players, and they cooperated fairly well, pushing forward wave after wave.

Wu Feng and his five companions appeared on horseback. One of the players looked up, paused for a moment, and then continued to grind monsters.

Wu Feng glanced at the members of the Qing Shi Village gang. They were all low-level monsters, around level 20.

He jumped off his horse and handed the reins to Azi: "Hold the horse."

Azi quickly took the reins, gathered them together, and took a few steps back.

Wu Feng turned around and walked towards the group of Qing Shi Zhai gang members.

He didn't walk fast, but each step he took was significant.

As he approached, a member of the Qing Shi Zhai gang turned around, holding a knife in his hand. Before he could even shout, Wu Feng struck him with a palm.

The man was struck in the chest and sent flying backward, crashing into a tree trunk behind him before turning into a white light and disappearing.

Several gang members nearby reacted and turned to pounce on him.

Wu Feng didn't stop. He unleashed his Iron Sand Palm with ease, killing one enemy with a single, clean strike.

Those gang members in their twenties were practically made of paper in his hands; they would fly away if touched, and die if bumped.

The group of players stopped what they were doing and turned to look at them.

Some people had their mouths open, while others had their knives raised halfway but forgot to strike.

"Who is this...?" a player with a sword muttered under his breath.

Wu Feng ignored him and continued walking forward.

We went uphill, taking pictures of everything we saw.

The Qing Shi Zhai gang members stretched from the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountainside, densely packed, but they couldn't withstand a single encounter with him.

After walking about a hundred steps, the group of players behind them were still standing in the same spot. Someone took a step forward to catch up, but was pulled back by the person next to them.

"Don't go, you can't compete with them."

"Just take a look."

Wu Feng pushed his way through the mountains and soon reached the mountainside.

The mountain path narrowed, with rocks and shrubs on both sides.

Several members of the Qing Shi Zhai gang hid behind rocks and fired arrows. As the arrows flew over, he dodged to the side, lightly touched the ground with his foot, and swept past them with both palms. Those men were gone.

Behind them, Azi led the horse, panting heavily.

Mu Wanqing rode her horse, her eyes fixed on Wu Feng's back.

Li Qinglu was used to it; riding on horseback, her expression didn't change much.

Wu Xingyun walked at the very back, his expression calm.

After walking uphill for a while, the mountain became steeper, and at the end of the road appeared a wooden gate, about two zhang high.

The door was open, and you could see rows of wooden houses inside.

Watchtowers stood on both sides of the gate, with archers on top, looking down.

At the entrance of the stronghold, a group of people were patrolling. The leader was a man wearing iron armor, carrying a ghost-head knife, with the words "Third Leader of Qing Shi Village" above his head. Behind him were more than a dozen elite Qing Shi Village soldiers at level 30.

Wu Feng stopped and turned to look at A Zi and the others: "You guys wait here."

The group nodded and stood aside.

Wu Feng turned around, said nothing more, and walked directly toward the gate of the village.

When the patrol saw him, the third leader raised his dagger and shouted, "Enemy attack!"

The archers on the watchtower immediately sounded the horn.

A low, mournful horn sound echoed through the valley, instantly igniting a commotion throughout the entire mountain village.

The door of the wooden house was pushed open, and bandits poured out, some shirtless, others putting on clothes as they ran, carrying knives, guns, and clubs, making a ruckus.

The third leader led his dozen or so gang members to charge forward first.

He ran in the lead, holding his dagger above his head, cursing under his breath.

Wu Feng didn't even pick up his weapon; he simply pushed off with his feet and his body accelerated instantly.

He used the Lingbo Weibu technique and arrived in front of the third leader in the blink of an eye.

The third leader's eyes widened suddenly, but before the knife could strike, Wu Feng had already slapped him in the chest.

The Six Yang Palms of Tianshan were incredibly powerful. The Third Leader was sent flying backward as if he had been hit by a truck, knocking over two of his henchmen behind him. He rolled several times on the ground, then vanished in a flash of white light.