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The remaining gang members were stunned for a moment, then rushed forward in a swarm.

Wu Feng gave them no chance. He moved swiftly, striking each of them with a single palm strike, sending them flying. Those people turned into white light in mid-air, not even having time to finish their screams.

The group of players down the mountain had caught up and were watching from a distance, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Some people gasped in shock, while others nearly dropped their weapons.

"What kind of damage is that... one-shot kill?"

"The third leader looks to be at least level 40, right?"

"Who is this person...?"

Standing behind, Azi watched Wu Feng's retreating figure and muttered softly, "Young Master is so strong."

Mu Wanqing didn't speak, but the surprise in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Li Qinglu was used to it, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

Wu Xingyun stood at the very back, his expression calm, as if he were watching something very ordinary.

After dealing with the group of people at the entrance, Wu Feng looked up at the watchtower, where several archers were firing arrows.

With a light touch of his foot, he rose into the air, unleashing his Cloud Ladder technique, and leaped directly onto the watchtower.

Before the archers could even turn around, he slapped them down one by one, sending them crashing off the tower and turning into white light.

He jumped down from the watchtower and landed inside the village gate.

There was a dirt road in front of us, with wooden houses on both sides and a large open space in the middle.

The open space was already packed with people, a dense, dark mass, at least a hundred.

Two people stood at the front of the crowd. One was burly with a full beard, carrying a machete, and wearing the words "Chief of Qing Shi Village" on his head.

Beside him stood a tall, thin man, holding a long spear, with the words "Second-in-Command of Qing Shi Village" on his head.

The leader glanced at the ground—there was still a crater where the third leader had been knocked away.

He raised his head, glared at Wu Feng, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "Kill him!"

The second-in-command was the first to rush forward, his spear twitching as the tip aimed straight at Wu Feng's face.

This attack was swift and fierce, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking through the air.

Wu Feng dodged to the side, then reached out with his right hand and grabbed the gun barrel.

The second-in-command was stunned for a moment and tried to pull the gun back, but the shaft seemed to be welded to Wu Feng's hand and wouldn't budge.

With a flick of his wrist, Wu Feng transmitted the power of his One-Finger Divine Skill through the gun barrel. The second-in-command's hand went numb, and he instinctively released his grip. Wu Feng then struck him in the chest with a palm strike, sending him flying.

The leader had already charged forward, hacking down with his axe.

This guy is only a second-rate martial artist, but his axe is imbued with internal energy, making him far stronger than the third and second leaders.

Wu Feng formed a palm with his right hand and met the attack with the Tianshan Six Yang Palm.

The axes clashed with a dull thud.

The leader took two steps back, his hands going numb, and he almost dropped the axe.

His eyes widened, and before he could react, Wu Feng had already caught up. He reached out with his left hand, and the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand grabbed his wrist. With a twist and a pull, the leader fell forward.

Immediately afterwards, a palm struck his back, and the leader groaned, collapsing to the ground and turning into white light.

When the remaining bandits saw that their leaders were dead, they immediately fell into chaos.

Some rushed forward, some ran backward, it was a mess.

Wu Feng rushed into the crowd, unleashing his Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, Tianshan Six Yang Palm, and One Yang Finger in turn.

These ordinary gang members couldn't withstand a single move; one palm strike sent them flying, another finger pierced them down, and they could hit wherever they were pointed.

One after another, flashes of white light appeared, accompanied by screams of agony.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the open space became quiet.

The last bandit was knocked to the ground and vanished in a flash of white light.

Wu Feng stopped and stood in the center of the open space, glancing around.

The cabin is still there, the watchtower is still there, but the people are gone.

The entire village was deserted.

He bent down and began to pick things up. There were many orbs of light scattered on the ground, all of which had been dropped by the bandits.

Silver, medicine, weapons, and some white and green equipment.

He picked them up one by one and casually tossed them into his backpack.

When he picked up the pile belonging to the leader, his hand paused.

Lying inside the ball of light was a sign, black with gold lettering, heavy with weight.

He picked it up and glanced at it—it was a counterfeit construction token.

Wu Feng's lips curled up slightly.

Good luck, this was revealed.

He then looked through the other things the boss had revealed.

There's also a purple armor piece with decent stats, increasing defense and constitution. I can give it to Li Qinglu or Mu Wanqing later.

Several bottles of wound medicine, several whetstones, and several hundred taels of loose silver.

He packed his things, stood up, and then checked the loot dropped by the second and third leaders. The second leader had dropped a purple spear with decent stats.

The third leader found a martial arts manual, a second-rate sword technique. It was a sword technique he had already learned, and he could give it to the country in exchange for some resources.

The loot dropped by the other low-level minions was nothing special; it was all blank, without even a single green item.

He finished packing up all his spoils and opened his backpack to take a look.

The total amount of silver was over a thousand taels.

The equipment includes three purple items and several blue items.

There is one second-rate manual and several third-rate ones.

There was also a bunch of miscellaneous medicines and materials.

There is only one token, and it's the one in his hand.

He held the token in his hand and looked at it again.

It's about the size of a palm, slightly cool to the touch, with the words "Shanzhai Construction" engraved on the front and some patterns on the back.

Wu Feng put the token into his backpack.

Wu Feng stood in the center of the open space and glanced around.

He turned to look towards the village gate and waved to Azi and the others.

"Come in, let's search the village for anything good."

Azi was the first to run in, her steps light and quick, her eyes darting around, her face full of curiosity.

Mu Wanqing led her horse behind her, tethered it to a pillar next to the village gate, and then walked in.

Li Qinglu dismounted, stretched her wrists, and glanced at the wooden houses: "Wu Lang, should we search all these houses?"

"Okay, let's look at each one one by one, don't miss any."

Wu Xingyun walked at the back, his pace neither fast nor slow, his face expressionless, but his eyes were also taking in the surrounding buildings.

The group of players from the foot of the mountain had already caught up and were standing outside the village gate, craning their necks to look inside.

Someone swallowed hard; the sound wasn't loud, but it was quite clear in the quiet mountain village.

"This must be a big shot here to farm tokens..." a player with a sword muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on Wu Feng's back, his tone filled with envy.

"So fierce! They wiped out the entire stronghold in just a short while." A player dressed in cloth next to him chimed in, still holding his knife and forgetting to put it down. "It was a struggle for us, with twenty or thirty people, to take this stronghold. We pushed it from the foot of the mountain to the middle for almost an hour, but they took it all by themselves, like it was nothing."

"Look at his companions, none of them made a move, they just stood by and watched," another person said.

"Their strength is not even in the same league..." The player with the sword shook his head, sheathed his weapon, and turned to walk down the mountain. "Let's go, stop looking, it's still someone else's anyway."

The group exchanged glances, and although they were somewhat unwilling, they still followed along.

Wu Feng ignored the people outside and led A Zi and the others deeper into the village.

Qingshi Village is not small. Walking from the village gate, you follow the dirt road through an open space, with rows of wooden houses on both sides.

Some of the wooden houses had their doors open, but it was dark inside, and you couldn't see what was inside.

Some doors were closed, and they creaked when pushed.

Wu Feng pushed open the door of the first wooden house and glanced inside.

The room was dark, with only a few rays of light coming through the cracks in the windows.

A wooden plank bed covered with dirty bedding, several broken earthenware pots piled in the corner, and a few old clothes lying on the ground.

There's nothing of value here.

He turned and went out, heading to the next room.