Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 302: Eternal Chang'an
"Yeah! I just broke through two days ago and haven't had time to hunt for the seventh soul ring." Wu Xuan said with a smile.

"Ah~! God is so unfair. Why did I have to be born in the same era as this pervert!" Qiangu Ming suddenly wailed.

Wu Xuan's face suddenly turned black: "If you keep doing this, I'm leaving!"

"No, no! My grandfather came here specifically to see you this time. How can I explain to you if you don't go, Brother Xuan?" Qiangu Ming laughed awkwardly.

"Then lead the way!" Wu Xuan said unhappily.

"Okay! Okay! Brother Xuan, please come this way!" Qiangu Ming smiled and pointed the way to Wu Xuan.

Qingyun Hotel!

The Qingyun Hotel was quite deserted today. Even the usually bustling first-floor lobby was completely empty. Only two young girls in red skirts stood guard at the door. When Wu Xuan and Qian Guming arrived, they bowed respectfully but didn't bother them.

Wu Xuan looked at Qiangu Ming in surprise, and the other party understood instantly from his look.

"In order to show respect, my grandfather has booked the entire hotel today," Qiangu Ming explained.

"Not bad! Your grandfather is very thoughtful!" Wu Xuan praised.

"Hehe! Of course. You lead the way." Qiangu Ming smiled, then looked at the two maids and gave instructions.

"Yes, sir." The two girls in red skirts bowed slightly, then quickly led the way.

The top floor was a room unlike any other. Constructed entirely of extremely precious, thousand-year-old wood, it was at least a hundred square meters in size. Besides the expansive views, the lighting was excellent. Decorated with exquisite relief murals and a variety of rare flowers, its luxury rivaled any private room at an auction.

Qiangu Ming's forward steps suddenly stopped, Wu Xuan's originally slightly smiling expression suddenly became solemn, a silver light suddenly flashed in his dark pupils, and the aura around him suddenly changed drastically.

His legs were crossed and slightly apart, and his left fist, flashing with a faint silver light, suddenly punched out to the side.

Wu Xuan seemed to have foresight. As he threw out a punch, a big, strong and powerful hand collided with Wu Xuan's punch.

With the point where the two fists collided as the center, a twisted air wave swept out and directly knocked Qiangu Ming away.

"Damn! Why is it always me who gets hurt?" Qian Guming covered his butt with a depressed look on his face.

He smashed four or five solid wooden chairs directly, and the originally luxuriously decorated private room instantly turned into a car accident scene.

"Haha! What a king! He's worthy of being Moon's last disciple." A deep voice laughed and praised. He was extremely shocked by the probing punch just now. He was amazed by the young man's concentrated soul power and profound foundation.

Talent was secondary. To be valued by that old fellow, Moon, and to be taught the art of ruling the world, his character and character were undoubtedly flawless. He already had a plan in mind.

Only then did Wu Xuan clearly see the man who had struck him. He was an extremely sturdy old man, undoubtedly over two meters tall, a full half a head taller than Wu Xuan. His muscles were flowing and powerful, like a perfect work of art. With short dark gray hair and bright, powerful eyes, it was clear at first glance that he was a rare and powerful warrior, perhaps only a step away from becoming a Super Douluo. Qian Guming naturally couldn't grasp the artistic conception of the previous exchange of punches, but he could see shock and unparalleled admiration in his grandfather's facial expression.

He knew it was a success.

Qiangu Ming didn't dare to jump out of this situation anymore. He stepped forward and introduced: "Brother Xuan, let me introduce you. This is my grandfather, the current patriarch of our Qiangu family, Qiangu Chang'an!"

"Grandpa, this is my good buddy and my boss, Wu Xuan."

"Senior Chang'an!" Wu Xuan didn't put on airs when he saw this and bowed to the old man.

"Well! Young friend Wu Xuan, you are truly a young talent. My Xiao Ming is nothing compared to you." Qiangu Chang'an shook Wu Xuan's hand with great satisfaction.

"Grandpa, is this how you see me? I admit that I am no match for Brother Xuan, but who among the rest of my peers can be my match?" After hearing Qiangu Chang'an's evaluation, Qiangu Ming was immediately furious.

"Hmph! What is the core principle of the Panlong Staff Technique? It is indomitable! How can you ever hope to master the Panlong Staff Technique if you are content to be inferior to others and have no ambition?" Qiangu Chang'an immediately scolded him with a frown.

"I am not an orthodox Panlong Stick Soul Master. My Evil-Breaking Dragon Soul has mutated into that, so why would I need an indomitable will? Besides, Grandpa, haven't you never defeated the opponent you regard as your lifelong enemy?" Qiangu Ming shouted indignantly, but his voice obviously became smaller and smaller towards the end.

"What did you say? Say it to me again?" Qiangu Chang'an was so angry that all nine soul rings were activated, as if he was going to slap Qiangu Ming to death in the next second.

Qiangu Ming let out a strange cry and instantly hid behind Wu Xuan.

"Come here, little bastard. I promise I won't beat you to death." Qiangu Chang'an clenched his fists, and the sound of his muscles and bones crackling scared Qiangu Ming so much that his scalp went numb.

"Senior Chang'an, please calm down for a moment?" Wu Xuan hurried forward to offer his words of comfort. Regardless of whether the grandfather and grandson were acting for him or not, he simply went along with it.

"My friend Wu Xuan, don't worry about this matter. I will definitely teach this good-for-nothing grandson a lesson today. He can even abandon the indomitable will of our Qiangu family. What else can't he do?" Qiangu Chang'an said with his eyes wide open.

Qian Gu Ming was about to continue to refute, but Wu Xuan raised his hand to stop him.

Wu Xuan clenched his left hand into a claw, and with a flicker of silver light, the swirling, flowing body of the Soul-Breaking Spear appeared before the three of them. Wu Xuan bowed and said, "Senior Chang'an, I have a question for you. Is his martial spirit, after undergoing a thorough second mutation, still the same as before? Just like this spear of mine, do you think it still looks like the original Soul-Breaking Spear?"

Qiangu Chang'an was shocked at first, then fell silent. Finally, he sighed and said, "No, although there are still some shadows of the Soul-Breaking Spear, it is no longer the Soul-Breaking Spear."

Wu Xuan nodded slightly and said, "My Soul-Breaking Spear is a spiritual attribute weapon spirit, so it's no longer a Soul-Breaking Spear. The same goes for Xiao Ming's Coiled Dragon Stick. It's a fire elemental weapon spirit, so it's no longer the original Coiled Dragon Stick."

"Following the path taken by our predecessors may be smooth and easy to reach the destination. But for us, the so-called martial soul inheritance and martial soul combat skills of our family are no longer suitable for us. Perhaps taking another path is the most correct choice for us. What do you think, senior?"

Qiangu Chang'an was silent for a long time, then he sighed and said, "I'm not unreasonable. Okay! From now on, I won't care about that little bastard anymore."

(End of this chapter)