Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 234 Wang Bing: I am courting death

The poisonous weeds were crushed, the juice splashed, and a disgusting smell filled the air.

Wang Bing waved his hands to cover his mouth and nose, with veins bulging on his forehead.

"Poisonous miasma?"

The poisonous vines are intertwined, making it difficult to move forward.

"Pfft!" San Xiao Taoyuan couldn't help but laughed secretly.

Guan Ling curled his lips and said to the two brothers in a sarcastic tone, "You said so many lofty words and acted so pretentiously, but in the end you can't even enter someone's house. Is this the heir of the Wang family?"

puff!

Wang Bing turned around angrily, pointed at the Three Little Peach Gardens of Tianjin and cursed, "You three beasts, be careful when you talk to me!"

“Ahem!” Feng Xingtong suppressed the corners of his mouth that kept rising, and waved his hand in the air to suppress it, “Brother Wang, why don’t we forget about it today? It’s the same if we visit another day.”

Wang Jiang raised his head and said, "Feng Xingtong, do you have the right to speak here?"

"If the Gao family, one of the four great families, hadn't experienced any changes, do you really think your father would have been qualified to join the ranks of the Ten Lords?"

"The Tianxia Club recruits talents from all over the world. People in the circle say that your father is respectful to the wise, but to be honest, I don't care about any of your Feng family, big or small."

"What a bullshit of respecting the wise and humble. In my opinion, you are just a lapdog who licks the face of others and begs for favors. I heard early in the morning that Tianxia Group started construction in Qunling Mountain. Seeing you rushing down the mountain in a hurry with dust on your face, is it because you didn't flatter the person you are trying to please, but got a cold shoulder?"

Feng Xingtong's face darkened, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his gentle eyes. "Xingtong really needs to learn and improve in dealing with people, but you said this about my father in front of me..."

"I would like to learn from the Wang family's painting and sorcery skills."

A sinister evil aura emerged behind Feng Xingtong, and two ravens with scarlet pupils landed on his shoulders.

The three little peach gardeners saw that the situation was not good and the tense atmosphere was rising. They quickly ran to the mound of earth beside the road and sat down. Each of them had a sausage in their hand and started to watch while eating.

Wang Bing smiled contemptuously and made a provocative gesture, "The little dog can also show his teeth sometimes, then come on!"

"Dark crow flies across, possessing the body!"

Feng Xingtong shouted, and two red-eyed crows flew into the sky, scattering black feathers.

The two intertwined black air streamed down and were about to enter Feng Xingtong's body, but at this moment, the two circling dark crows suddenly hovered in the air.

"Ok?"

"What's wrong? Why don't you come down?"

"Hehehe~" Wang Bing put his hands in his pockets, his eyes, which were filled with darkness, gleamed faintly.

He raised his black hand, which was full of evil spirit, and grabbed at the air, saying, "You two beasts, come here!"

Swish!
The two ravens turned around and fell into Wang Bing's hands. They flapped their wings and struggled, making hoarse screams of "wa quack quack".

"Come back to me! Bastard, how do you know how to summon spirits and generals?" Feng Xingtong grabbed forward, and the raven flapped its wings more and more violently. The black feathers fell to the ground one by one, and were crushed into powder in the breeze.

Wang Bing grinned and said, "For such a half-baked spirit, it is not worth risking your life. Don't be so stingy, Feng Xingtong. Just give me these two beasts."

"Otherwise, with your half-baked skills of summoning spirits, it would be a waste to keep the spirit in your hands."

As the two sides were struggling, Feng Xingtong felt increasingly overwhelmed.

"Bah! I have learned this art of summoning spirits and generals better than anyone else!"

"That's of no use! Don't say that your brother Wang is unkind. Today I will let you see the real use of this magic!" Wang Bing shouted angrily, opened his mouth and bit off the bird's head.

Feng Xingtong staggered back a step, his face full of horror.

This guy isn't possessed by spirits, he's eating spirits!
"Bastard!" Feng Xingtong rushed over.

"You haven't seen it, right? Although this method of subduing spirits is far less powerful than asking spirits to possess me, the power I gain from it can be used by me forever."

“Feng Xingtong, ah Feng Xingtong, your spiritual nourishment is really good, and the taste is excellent, but compared to the one I just got today, it is simply dwarfed.”

Feng Xingtong leaped up, and reached out with his hands wrapped in yin energy to grab behind Wang Bing.

"Then lend me the person behind you!"

"Let's talk about it after we can get it! Half-witted!"

Before Feng Xingtong could catch Changbai Mountain Liu Tiancheng, a hand was already pressed on his face.

Wang Bing took advantage of the situation and smashed Feng Xingtong's head down, and he fell heavily into the mud on the mountain.

"Come on, Feng Xingtong! Tianxia Group is a big company. Your father Feng Zhenghao has prepared many excellent spirits for you, right?"

"show me."

A heavy punch hit Feng Xingtong's face hard.

"Let me see it!"

Another punch followed, and Feng Xingtong's face began to bruise. He coughed heavily, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

A pair of trembling hands were raised and pinched Wang Bing's neck. The weak force almost made Wang Bing laugh.

Zhang Cai swallowed the sausage in a huff. "Brothers, we are cooperating with the Feng family boy anyway. Wouldn't it damage the great reputation of Tianjin Wei San Xiao Taoyuan in the martial arts world if we just watched Party A get beaten?"

Liu Fang and Guan Ling thought for a moment, threw away the half ham in their hands, and felt that what he said made sense.

"Although the Wang family is a big family, except for Sister Baoer, the three of us brothers have never been afraid of anyone. This time we have changed our ways and become familiar with Brother Si'er. Then we are also half public servants, and the company is half our backer."

The three of them suddenly had an idea in their minds, and they felt that this was the opportunity they had been longing for in their lives, and they could do a favor for the Tianxia Group.

The three little peach gardeners in Tianjin rolled up their sleeves and stood up from the pile of dirt by the roadside in unison.

"Wang family boy, you've gone too far!"

Two and a half minutes later, the three men were beaten like rags and hung on the branches in the forest.

"Fuck! Those three bastards thought they could really fight." Wang withdrew his gaze from the woods and looked down at Feng Xingtong below him.

"If you don't give it to me, then I'll come in and find it myself?"

The king pressed his hand on Feng Xingtong's chest, and evil spirits accumulated. He bent his fingers and grabbed, and a fat and adorable dog spirit was pulled out.

"What a waste."

Wang Bing frowned and continued to explore deeper. After withdrawing for a while, he suddenly looked happy and touched a Qingfeng ghost that was of some quality.

It's an old guy.

Not only is this spirit nearly a hundred years old, but what makes Wang Bing even more happy is that this guy has something that "Qingfeng" shouldn't have - blessings and good deeds.

“Grandpa Wang Zizhong! Ahhhhhhhh!”

Feng Xingtong stood up angrily, pushed Wang Bing over and punched him in the face.

Nosebleed flowed down Wang Bing's face. At this moment, he had a blank expression on his face, staring straight at Feng Xingtong, who had a bruised face.

"You hit me?"

"court death!"

Snapped!
One hand tightly grasped Feng Xingtong's neck, "Don't mention that your father's foundation among the Ten Lords is not stable. Considering the cause and effect of your ancestors, even if I beat you to death, Feng Zhenghao will not dare to fart in front of my grandfather!"

Feng Xingtong concentrated his mind and took Wang Zizhong's spirit back into his body, protecting it with gritted teeth.

"Don't even think about leaving!" Wang Bing still grabbed forward without giving up.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from behind the two of them. The poison barrier woven by poisonous grass slowly fell away, and the juice attached to the serrated sharp grass melted into the mud again.

An extremely wide road was opened up, allowing for unobstructed traffic.

Fox Ghost and Fox Yan'er, with a charming figure, walked out with graceful steps and knelt down to salute.

"Since you are an old friend of yours who has come to Qunling Mountain, we must be hospitable. The road ahead is open, please go into the mountain!" Feng Xingtong blinked and looked into the mountain wearily, "Old friend?"

Are you talking about Wang Bing?
Given Brother Huan's character, how could he make friends with such a bastard who is worse than an animal?

Wang Bing looked in the direction of the sound in confusion and saw that the fox ghost was graceful and had a beautiful figure. Although the fox head was a little strange, there was a hint of charm in its clear eyes.

Is this the elf possessed by the mountain master Yan Huan?

I want it! I want it!

Wang Bing grabbed Feng Xingtong's neck and threw him to the side of the road.

"Your master is quite considerate, but I am not his old friend."

Come to think of it, there are countless people who want to curry favor with the Wang family these days.

What Witch King?
Maybe he is just a sycophant.

"lead the way···"

As soon as Wang Bing finished speaking, Hu Yan'er looked up and bowed to the half-dragon hovering in the air, saying, "Mr. Liu from Changbai Mountain, the young master has been waiting for a long time. Please enter the mountain, Mr. Liu."

"My son's name is Yan Huan."

Half-dragon's eyes flashed, and he looked far toward the top of the mountain, "Is this Master Yan's territory?"

As it was thinking, it suddenly felt the restraints on its body loosen, and a stronger force swept over from the middle of the mountain, slowly pulling it into the mountain.

Liu Tiancheng swung his snake tail, his body flew across the sky, and swam towards the Qunling Mountain.

“Ah…Ah!?”

Wang Bing's mind froze for a moment, "Where are you going, you evil creature? Come back here!"

A pair of black hands grabbed towards the air, and in an instant, he felt his arms tense, as if he was in a tug-of-war game, while the opposite side seemed to be a towering mountain, standing still.

Oh shit!

"It's hard to find such a great elf in this world. I haven't had enough of it yet, how could it escape?"

Fox Ghost Fox Yan'er raised her hand and made a gesture of invitation, "After Mr. Liu, please also go into the mountain together."

Swish!
Wang Bing felt a surge of evil in his chest, and half of his snake body cried and howled as it rushed into the mountain.

Wang did not stop. When he passed by the fox ghost, he glared at her fiercely and said, "Just wait, I will take care of you sooner or later!"

···
Qunling Mountain, halfway up the mountain, in front of the tomb of Yan Xuan and his wife.

Yan Huan lit the incense and placed it in the incense burner in front of the grave. Green smoke rose up in curls, slowly reaching the blue sky.

"Dad, Mom, we have guests coming to visit. Please excuse me for leaving you for a moment."

Yan Huan raised her hand, and a green vine crawled out from under her feet, holding up a morning glory as big as a wine glass.

Honey wine appeared out of thin air in the flowers. Yan Huan's hand slowly tilted down, and the wine sprinkled a silver curtain in the air. After the honey wine fell, he crushed the morning glory. The petals flew away in the wind, took root on the ground, and bloomed into flowers all over the ground.

I got up and left. The rugged path down the mountain began to wriggle, swallowing up the small and hard stones on the road and becoming flat and smooth.

A ray of thick and dark energy that covered the sky flashed through the air and gradually condensed into shape at the edge of the sky.

"Why did you leave Changbai Mountain and come to visit Jiangxi?"

The half dragon closed his eyes and nodded, "Liu Tiancheng from Changbai Mountain, nice to meet Master Yan!"

"To reply to Master Yan, the young man in my family was incompetent and was captured by someone. I left the mountain in anger, but I didn't expect to be captured by someone else."

"I was arrogant and lived in Changbai Tianchi for too long. I forgot how vast the world is. I didn't expect that there are people like Master Yan in the world who have such extraordinary skills."

“Therefore, he was also captured…” Liu Tiancheng sighed.

Even if one has cultivated for a hundred years, any spirit can only be ordered around by the "Confine the Spirits and Dispatch the Generals". This is the unreasonableness of the "Eight Wonderful Skills".

As soon as Liu Tiancheng finished speaking, a small black snake with a long misty tail pounced over.

It landed in front of Yan Huan, its head buried deep inside, its front half still in shape, its black scales gleaming with oily luster, but the long tail on its lower body was only like wisps of black smoke, diffuse and shapeless, floating in the cold wind.

The black snake was extremely weak, and trembling with grievance, said, "Master Yan, my tail was eaten... and half of my body was bitten off..."

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner can be used to cultivate the spiritual body. Please enter my banner first." Yan Huan picked up the incomplete half of the snake spirit and put it into the Soul Banner.

At the same time, the shadow ghost in the banner became impatient.

"It's him. He was the ghost eater who caught ghosts and consumed them in Xiaodou Mountain in Taicang, Jiangsu!"

"Be patient." Yan Huan flicked his finger at the soul flag, and the spirit flag space instantly became quiet.

Wang Bing jumped out of the path angrily and looked around. The mountain scenery was deep and quiet, but also monotonous and boring.

Looking up at the half-dragon in the air, he wrapped his hands with Yin energy and used the "Confine the Spirit and Sent the General" technique to grab it into the air.

The power that was playing against it seemed to be getting stronger.

"This is, summoning spirits and sending generals?" Wang Bing's eyes widened. In addition to the Feng and Wang families, there was also a third party who could "summon spirits and send generals."

Moreover, this kind of suppressive power is definitely not comparable to the half-baked level of Feng Xingtong.

Wang Bing narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is it complete?"

"At the beginning, Feng Tianyang and my great grandfather swore an oath with the Great Forbidden Technique that they would never teach the Feng family the complete method of Binding Spirits and Sending Generals, and that the Wang family would suppress the Feng family from generation to generation. This complete version can only be obtained from the Wang family..."

Wang Bing gritted his teeth and thought, "Could it be that one of the direct descendants of the great master has an illegitimate child outside?"

Yan Huan folded his arms and looked Wang Bing up and down. This was the first time he had seen a case of using the spirit-control method. The soul was smelly, the three yin elements of the lungs, spleen and kidneys were vigorous, and the yang energy of the heart and liver was insufficient.

Although the soul was cleansed by some unknown method, the deathly aura in the body became more and more serious, gradually deviating from the way of the living.

Yan Huan had no intention of paying attention to Wang Bing's doubts.

After all, the oath that Feng and Wang made at the beginning was that Feng Tianyang would never pass on the complete version of "Conquering the Spirits and Sending the Generals" to future generations, but Feng Tiansheng is his eldest brother, the eldest brother, and cannot be considered a descendant.

Therefore, what remains in Feng Yunyi's hands is naturally the complete version.

Although this so-called complete version is incomplete in Jin Jingqingming's eyes.

"Young Master Wang, are you using this 'Spirit Subduing Method' to your liking?" Yan Huan asked.

"You really know how to use spirits. It looks like we are using the same method."

"That's not the case. After all, I have never..."

Before Yan Huan could finish his words, Wang Bing interrupted him angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, you son of a bitch, give my soul back to me!"

Wang Bing gathered all his Yin energy and rushed forward without thinking.

Yan Huan's expression froze, and he looked back at the winding mountain road. The cemetery that had just been built for his parents was hidden halfway up the mountain, and the edges of the cemetery could no longer be seen at a glance.

He raised his hand and waved it lightly in the air.

In an instant, the mountain rolled, and countless huge rocks emerged from the mud, condensing into the shape of a palm. The bluestone palm was angular and extremely hard, perfectly replicating Yan Huan's movements.

boom!
Wang Bing turned his head and saw a cold stone pressing down on him. Under the huge impact, he was crushed into the mud like a stink bug.

puff!

A mouthful of turbid blood spurted out of his mouth, and Wang Bing suddenly felt an overwhelming pain sweeping across his body, as if all the bones in his body were crushed and embedded into the broken mountain like mud.

With a "woooo", he spat out another mouthful of dirty blood. His throat felt sweet, but he couldn't make any sound. His lips and teeth touched lightly.

From the difficult mouth shapes, Yan Huan could barely recognize that this guy had been shouting:
"Grandpa..."

(End of this chapter)