Journey through the Worlds from the Wilderness

Chapter 133 Test
"Well, yes, it is a material that can be made."

King Zhuanlun looked Gaofeng up and down, observed his figure, arm length, palms, face, temperament, eyes, nodded at the end, and praised in a hoarse voice.

In order to conceal his identity, the King of the Wheel often wears a black robe and a mask to cover his face. Although no one will associate the fierce Lord of the Black Stone with the nine-rank eunuch who is in charge of letters in the palace, as long as he shows up on the road In the rivers and lakes, he would wear this outfit.

But in this Drunken Spring Tavern, surrounded by people organized by Heishi, it is natural to remove some disguise, of course, the microbeard on the corner of the lips is not included, and the same is true for the hoarse voice.

It is naturally impossible for a castrated person to regrow a beard, and it is impossible for a hoarse and deep voice.

Compared with the black robe and mask, these are the true cover and camouflage of the Wheel-Running King.

The King of the Wheel can tell at a glance that he is a majestic and dignified person. Although he is sixty years old, he is tall and strong, with a wrinkled and old face, but his eyes are clear and bright, revealing an indifferent divine light, which makes him invisible. A kind of cold and fierce power exuded from within.

"Gao Feng, I have met the leader."

Being praised so much, Gao Feng couldn't keep his mouth shut, and immediately stepped forward with a serious expression and bowed his hands in salute.

"Ah."

Zhuanlun Wang doesn't care about Gao Feng, the newcomer in the Blackstone organization. Blackstone is a killer group that covers the world. Even the appointment of court officials must be approved by Blackstone. There are at least a few thousand killers in the sect. Well, the Wheel-Running King naturally wouldn't deliberately remember the name of an ordinary killer, even if the killer completed the task he assigned well.

Therefore, he immediately stood up as soon as he responded casually.

"That's the end of this matter, Liansheng, and someone will notify you if there are any more missions."

After leaving this sentence, the Wheel-Running King pulled his cloak to cover his face, and walked away.

"It's a reward."

Fatty Chen came up at this time, took out a national exchange bank note from his sleeve and put it on the table, raised his eyes to look at Liansheng, and said in a low voice: "Liansheng, what you have done this time has made the leader very uncomfortable. If you are not satisfied, please pay attention in the future."

After saying this, Fat You Chen stood up to his round identity, turned around with light steps, and chased after the King of the Wheel.

The black stone killers hiding in the darkness outside the tavern also left one after another. The sound of feet stepping on tiles, the sound of treading on the ground, the light sound of landing and the footsteps gradually becoming lighter and farther away, reached my ears. Withdrawing his gaze, he turned his head to look at the rope.

"They've all been evacuated."

"Ha ha!"

Liansheng picked up the silver ticket with two fingers, his eyes flashed coldly, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he laughed at himself and said, "Silver is 5000 taels. Is this the price that my colorist, Liansheng, is worth?"

Gao Feng raised his eyebrows, but he could see that Lian Sheng was already dissatisfied with King Zhuanlun.

"go!"

Liansheng slapped the table with his palm, stood up immediately, looked at Gao Feng and said, "Change to another place and fill your stomach first."

"good idea!"

Gao Feng clapped his hands and smiled when he heard the words, he agreed with it.

After drinking and eating, stay at the inn for one night.

On the second day, Liansheng left Gao Feng with 1000 taels of silver notes and left alone.

Not long after, someone from the Blackstone organization approached him and arranged for him the next task.

……

"This man's name is Chen Xinhu, nicknamed Qi Tiangun. He once wandered in the northwest, eradicating bandits and ruffians, and made a name as a chivalrous man. He is good at wielding a long iron stick. He has natural supernatural powers. He should be a foreigner's kung fu, so he is not a good hand. , it is appropriate for you to get rid of it."

In the early morning at the inn, the window of Gaofeng's guest room was knocked. When he opened the window to check, a note was caught in the gap of the window.

"Li Zhai at the entrance of Li Zong Hutong", the address is written on the note, asking him to come here to accept the task.

The person who spoke was named Li Fu, a very common and vulgar name, and he had an ordinary face that was neither ugly nor handsome but slightly vicissitudes of life, and it was absolutely impossible to identify it easily among the crowd.

His demeanor is no different from that of ordinary people. Compared with the one disguised as a street vendor at the gate of the city, it can be said that there is a difference between being like an ordinary person and not being an ordinary person.

Of course, it could also be that Li Fu was simply arranging tasks for the Blackstone killer. The amount of blood stained on his hands was enough to make the same person show two different postures.

After receiving the portrait handed over by Li Fu, simple ink lines outlined a rock-solid heroic face, Gao Feng glanced lightly, and looked at Li Fu suspiciously.

"What should be? Could it be that Black Stone is still not sure about this?"

Gao Feng asked puzzled.

"This is not about our Blackstone, so the information is a bit incomplete, but there is an explanation about you, so this matter can be regarded as a test for you."

Li Fu raised his eyelids, with a smile that was neither close nor distant, and said casually: "Besides, no rejection is allowed."

Gao Feng nodded, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he secretly thought about who the so-called 'above' was referring to. He turned the portrait over, and the location of Chen Xinhu, Qitian Gun, was already written on it.

'Three days later, I arrived at Qixia Mountain. '

……

Qixia Mountain is only [-] miles away from Nanjing City. Gao Feng arrived the second day after receiving the mission, and then prepared to intercept him on the road two days later.

Why did Qi Tiangun Chen Xinhu come to Qixia Mountain?Why did Blackstone assign the order to kill it?
Gao Feng didn't know about all of this, and no one would explain to him that as the killer of Black Stone, he didn't have much to do, he just needed to complete the mission and kill people.

Two days later.

Between Wangjiazhuang and Heishangou, on the path beside the Maple Leaf Forest.

A gust of wind subsided, the leaves rustled down, and the corners were slightly withered and yellow, indicating that autumn was approaching.

Gao Feng stopped in his tracks, exhaled and stretched, the blush on his cheeks gradually dissipated under the guidance of the five internal organs Daoyin technique, and raised his hand to pick up a fallen leaf.

The fallen leaves were split into two halves, and a neat and smooth trace lay across it, as if a sharp weapon had been swiftly slashed across it.

That sharp weapon is the knife in his hand.

It's not a Xiuchun knife, but an ordinary knife. The material is worse than the Xiuchun knife, and the sharpness is even worse. But as long as it is in his hand, whether it is a Xiuchun knife or an ordinary knife, The knife can be used to cut other people's throats, just like this moment.

But at this moment, the knife has become a broken knife.

"Phew! It's true that you practice external kung fu, but you can't be considered a master if you practice it to the point where you can generate internal strength from the outside to the inside?"

Throwing away the broken knife in his hand, Gao Feng leaned against the maple tree to calm his breath, and glanced at Chen Xinhu who was lying on the ground, still glaring furiously, but had lost his voice.

It is completely different from the information given by Black Stone. This person is indeed good at using an iron rod, has natural supernatural power, and has indeed practiced martial arts, but he is definitely not not a good player as Li Fu said, or even the opposite. Man is simply a master.

In the fight just now, for the sake of caution, he violently attacked from behind, his extraordinary physique and the explosive power of the five viscera guidance technique inspired a knife at the same time.

However, that fierce and swift knife failed to accomplish anything.

(End of this chapter)