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"Roar! Roar!" Lin Feng roared out three words, "Demon, Dragon, Roar!"

The wine bowls on the table shattered with a loud crack.

The iron plate used to serve the food buzzed loudly, and a table full of food was scattered everywhere.

The bandits present were so shocked by the sound that their eardrums hurt, and they covered their ears and rolled backward.

Lin Feng only used one-tenth of his strength, and the roar was brief, which is why no one was injured.

Zhao Dadan stood at a distance, watching Lin Feng with lingering fear.

He is still in shock, and his heart is pounding.

His gaze toward Lin Feng was somewhat resentful. "I invited you for a drink, and you overturned my table."

This is far more than just ruining a banquet.

It almost scared everyone at the table to death.

This martial art isn't very lethal, but it's extremely frightening.

However, he also knew that the other party was holding back; otherwise, at such close range, if they had used their full power, everyone at the table would have been killed.

Zhao Dadan clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Brother Zhang, excellent skill!"

The skinny guy next to him, with a piece of vegetable stuck to his face, chimed in, "Great skill!"

The others also praised Lin Feng's kung fu skills.

Lin Fenglu's move has already proven that he is a skin-refining martial artist with internal strength.

Of all those present, only Zhao Dadan had reached the Skin Refining Realm; the rest were all second-rate martial artists.

Zhao Dadan then asked, "Brother, could this skill be the Demonic Dragon Roar, a superior martial art of the demonic path?"

Lin Feng smiled. He was afraid that these people were not knowledgeable enough to recognize this martial art, so he called out the name of the martial art.

"That is precisely the merit."

"I wonder how Brother Zhang learned demonic martial arts?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "My martial arts skills are not something I learned by randomly practicing from a manual."

Back then, my mentor, Wuchang Longying, came to travel in our righteous territory and happened to meet me.

Seeing my exceptional talent, he passed on this martial art to me.

Zhao Dadan was startled. "So you're a true follower of the demonic path?"

The orthodox path of demonic cultivation is equivalent to a disciple of a righteous sect, holding a very prestigious position.

Lin Feng scratched his head, feigning ignorance, "If I were a true follower of the demonic path, why would I be here?"

He only taught me this martial art; he didn't take me as his disciple.

"Oh." Zhao Dadan understood; the other person had just been happy to teach him a little bit of martial arts.

They probably felt he wasn't qualified enough, so they didn't take him on as a disciple.

However, this is also a good opportunity.

Not everyone has the opportunity to learn superior martial arts; most people learn only mediocre skills.

To master this martial art to this level, it would take at least twenty years of arduous training. It seems this person's identity is probably not in question.

Zhao Dadan sat back down at the table. "Someone, tidy up the table and set up another banquet for my brother Zhang."

The bandits in the mountain stronghold were also divided into different classes, some doing odd jobs all day, and others standing guard and keeping watch.

Only the core group of people can do no work, occasionally go down the mountain to rob merchants, bully the people, practice martial arts, and enjoy life.

A bandit ran in and started packing his things.

Before long, another banquet was set up, with wine and meat, almost as good as the restaurants in the county town.

The Heavenly Serpent Gang of bandits had the support of the city lord's mansion, and they lived a very comfortable life.

Zhao Dadan toasted Lin Feng, saying, "With Brother Zhang's skills, he should be able to take the position of leader."

"His status is much higher than mine, Brother Zhang, you'll have to take good care of me in the future."

Lin Fengxin said, "If you can save your life, I'll send you up the mountain to mine."

Lin Feng drank a cup of tea instead of wine, saying, "No problem, no problem. When I become successful in the future, I will definitely not forget Brother Zhao's recommendation."

After a satisfying meal, Lin Feng was led to a guest room to rest.

Lin Feng stayed in this small mountain stronghold for half a month. Every day he chatted with the people, sparred with them, and then ate and drank to his heart's content.

Lin Feng learned that the Heavenly Serpent Gang had fifteen smaller villages of similar size to this mountain stronghold, with a population ranging from one hundred to five hundred.

This is already a considerable force.

These fifteen branch villages guard the main stronghold of the Heavenly Serpent Gang.

The main stronghold of the Heavenly Serpent Gang is several times larger than all fifteen branch strongholds combined, and it is also protected by the demonic beast Heavenly Serpent and his descendants.

Lin Feng felt that the Qinghe County Ma Yiwei (a type of guard) was simply no match for this group of bandits.

During this period, Lin Feng did not show that he was in a hurry.

He figured the bandits must have sent someone down the mountain to investigate him.

If his identity cannot be confirmed, he will not be sent to the main camp.

The appearance of the human skin mask was very similar to the description on the wanted poster, making it difficult to distinguish.

It turns out that Zhang Dazui has almost no friends, making it even more difficult to find someone to verify this.

There will be almost no flaws in their identity.

Lin Feng was practicing his sword in the courtyard when Zhao Dadan found him. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Brother Zhang. I'll take you to the main camp tomorrow."

The main stronghold has already gathered thousands of skilled martial artists.

A martial arts tournament will be held soon to select seven leaders.

Brother Zhang will surely be among them.

Lin Feng was shocked. The Heavenly Serpent Gang had actually recruited thousands of martial arts experts. It seemed they hadn't been idle lately. This news had to be relayed back to the Hemp-Clad Guards.

After lunch, Lin Feng compared the information he had gathered during this period with the Divine Land Chronicles, converted it into codes, and wrote it down on several sheets of paper.

Then wrap the paper with waterproof oil paper.

They also sprinkled special spices on the oiled paper.

In the afternoon, he made an excuse to go hunting and took the opportunity to roll up the paper and hide it in a tree hole.

The carrier pigeons trained by the Ma Yiwei could smell the spices from a great distance.

The carrier pigeons would fly over following the scent of the spices, carry the paper away, and deliver it to the headquarters of the Hemp-Clad Guards.

This spice is difficult for humans to smell; only specially trained homing pigeons can detect it.

Lin Feng felt that this method of communication was quite secretive, but there was also a risk of loss.

So he made several extra copies.

The next morning, Lin Feng and Zhao Dadan had breakfast together.

Zhao Dadan washed his face clean, shaved off his beard, and changed into clean clothes.

He managed to transform himself from a bearded man into a pretty boy.

Lin Feng was a little puzzled and asked, "Brother Zhao, what are you doing? Should I tidy myself up too?"

Zhao Dadan shook his head and smiled, "You don't need to. I need to meet the second-in-command at the main stronghold."

The second-in-command is a clean freak and prefers men who are clean-cut.

You haven't met the second-in-command, so you don't know.

The second-in-command, dressed in red, was as beautiful as a fairy, and all the brothers in the village wanted to fall at her feet.

However, the second-in-command isn't someone anyone can just meet whenever they want.

Only a handsome man like me could catch the eye of the second-in-command.

Lin Fengxin thought to himself, "If you're considered a handsome man, then there's no word that can describe how handsome I am."

Lin Feng smiled and flattered, "Brother Zhao, you're so lucky with women! I'm truly envious."

Zhao Dadan looked smug.

Lin Feng didn't care about whether the woman was beautiful or not; he was reminded of the fleeting red figure in the city lord's mansion.

Could there be any connection between the two?