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

Chapter 253 Old Yan, you lied to me!
Zhou Meng and Qiu Wanyin entered Nanyan Mountain, then quickly moved to the west and entered the ascension platform.

In winter, the sea of ​​clouds is lingering, the mountain wind is biting, and a tense atmosphere hangs over the mountains.

On the top of the peak, two figures stood in the wind, facing each other, their eyes emitting a cold light like that of swords.

"Master Zhou." Qiu Wanyin sneered and spread his palms. The powerful palm force faintly shook the air, and the sound was like thunder. "You have been poisoned by the poison I carefully prepared. Why do you still struggle in vain?"

"Idiot, look behind you." Zhou Meng's old face was slightly pale, with cold sweat slightly oozing out of the corners of his forehead, but his eyes were still as calm as still water.

"You are already over a hundred years old, don't use such childish tricks, I still have Ruyi Sang watching over me."

"What I mean is that your Ruyi Sang left you a long time ago." Zhou Meng raised his hand and pointed at the opposite side. A black lotus pattern faintly appeared in the palm of his hand. The poison was raging in his body like a dragon, gradually weakening the Qi in his body.

"Eh?" Qiu Wanyin looked behind him and found that there was no one behind him.

"The Iron Chief's men colluded with foreigners to steal our sect's treasure. Even if I beat them to death today, your sect leader probably wouldn't say anything."

"Maybe, he will come over to thank me for cleaning up the mess for him!"

Zhou Meng stood straight, calm and composed, as if he didn't take the pain to heart.

"Use poison? Haha, Qiu Wanyin, didn't your sect leader tell you that victory or defeat is never based on these little tricks?"

Zhou Meng said in a low voice, his feet moved slightly, as steady as a mountain, and his hands slowly performed the Tai Chi starting posture, soft yet strong. The energy in his body instantly surrounded him, like an invisible aura, protecting his body.

"Being able to win is the right path!" Qiu Wanyin shouted angrily, stomped his feet hard, causing the ground to tremble, and struck out with a palm, carrying the unique heavy force of the Iron Palm Kung Fu, pressing towards Zhou Meng like a thousand-pound hammer.

The palm wind cut through the air, making a low whistling sound.

The Iron Palm technique is powerful, but also complex and varied, and focuses on attacking flaws.

"Come." Zhou Meng took a step back, and the round and soft power of Tai Chi was instantly unfolded. His hands pushed slowly like flowing water, which was the "Cloud Hands" of Tai Chi.

A palm came at him, but the palm force was cleverly borrowed. Although Qiu Wanyin's palm was powerful and heavy, it was like a stone hitting the sea, and the force was instantly dissolved.

"The poison hasn't taken effect yet? Come again!" Qiu Wanyin did not show weakness. He roared and struck out with both palms in succession. The fierce force was like an endless storm. Before one palm was finished, the other palm had already arrived, so fast that it seemed as if the air was torn apart.

Purple air surged, and the palm wind carried a strong poisonous gas. Every time he swung his palm, a fishy and sweet smell filled the air, and Zhou Meng's body seemed slightly unstable.

Seeing Zhou Meng's steps become disordered, Qiu Wanyin was overjoyed and shouted angrily: "Master Zhou, no matter how hard you struggle, you will not be able to escape defeat!"

At this moment, Zhou Meng suddenly turned his body and used the unique Wudang light skill "Tiyunzong" under his feet. He moved several feet in an instant and avoided Qiu Wanyin's fatal palm.

Then, he drew a circle with his hands, secretly exerting his internal strength, and the "spiral force" in Tai Chi suddenly erupted. Zhou Meng used softness to overcome hardness, and drew all of Qiu Wanyin's thunderous palm power into the ground. The ground beneath his feet made a muffled sound, and dust flew up.

"How come you have only learned the surface of the Iron Palm's varied techniques?" Zhou Meng said in a deep voice. His body was as steady as a rock. He used his hands to push again, and with the extremely soft power of Tai Chi, he pushed and threw Qiu Wanyin out.

"It was just a little trick that fooled you. Your poison hasn't worked yet."

"Such nonsense! This alone is enough to get you into trouble!" Qiu Wanyin's face was ferocious and he was furious. He raised both palms and attacked Zhou Meng again, this time aiming at his chest.

But this time, there was an obvious sense of decadence and decline.

Zhou Meng's steps were as fast as the wind and his palm techniques were as powerful as clouds. When Qiu Wanyin was exhausted, the "Fa Jin" in Tai Chi burst out instantly, and his palm carried a force of thousands of pounds. Qiu Wanyin felt as if his chest was hit hard, and his whole body was lifted up by the soft force. His body suddenly lost control and flew backwards.

Bang!
Qiu Wanyin's figure slammed heavily on the stone wall at the top of the peak, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

"How...how is it possible...you are clearly poisoned...why do you still have so much strength?" Qiu Wanyin asked, panting.

Zhou Meng smiled coldly, "Keep your mind focused on Tai Chi, how can a mere poison gas affect you in the slightest?"

After hearing this, Qiu Wanyin's expression completely collapsed, and he fell to the ground, no longer having the strength to resist.

"Boy, tell me now, what do you want to do by teaming up with that little devil to steal my peach wood sword from Wudang Mountain?"

"How should I know!" Qiu Wanyin said angrily.

"Then what are you here for?"

"If you think it's fun, then come! Besides, this Ruyi-san is from the Iizasa family, and the Shinto-ryu is also a famous family in Japan. I am also very curious about the sneaky things he does."

"Who would want to miss the chance to fight with the head of Wudang?"

"I didn't expect you to be a martial arts madman." Zhou Meng thought for a moment and then shook his head, "With such a superb disguise technique, it shouldn't be just for fun." "Well, I'll beat you up and bring you back to the Iron Palm Sect to question you."

Zhou Meng gathered his Qi and slapped his palm on Qiu Wanyin's chest, destroying all his skills. He then raised his hand and crushed the black lotus in his palm.

"You'd better not lie. You should know that Wudang Mountain is also known as 'Little Yan'an'. If you collude with those little devils and do something illegal, I can twist your head off even in front of your sect leader."

The sound of wind gradually died down on the mountain peak, and only Zhou Meng stood tall like a pine tree. His figure seemed somewhat lonely in the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Yan Huan glanced down from mid-air, "With his mind focused on Tai Chi, it's no wonder that Senior Zhou was not affected by Feng Hou Tu."

Speaking of which, when these two men exchanged moves, they were just using fists and feet, which was really simple and unpretentious.

Yan Huan originally wanted to help Zhou Meng detoxify, but after watching, it seemed that there was no need to do so.

He quickly pulled himself away and flew into the cave. Because the mountain was shaking, a lot of rubble had accumulated at the entrance, blocking the passage tightly.

Yan Huan waved his hand casually, and all the rocks melted into the mountain.

Wang Yehu stood in front of the old man on the high platform, surrounded by scattered rubble and dust.

"Is everything settled?"

Yan Huan nodded, "I didn't expect it to be so smooth."

"It's thanks to the developed transportation nowadays. Otherwise, with your love of traveling, wouldn't you be exhausted to death in ancient times?"

“Even ancient wizards couldn’t walk on their own.” Yan Huan laughed, and five ghosts emerged from his body.

Wang Ye looked at it carefully and said in amazement, "Wow! You have mastered all the Five Ghosts of Shangqing. Are you proficient in all the witchcraft in the world?"

"No, it's just a little bit." Yan Huan made a gesture of pinching something, and continued, "I won't stay for long today. There is a man hanging on the cliff at the top of the peak. If you have nothing to do, can you help me keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't die."

Wang Ye scratched the back of his head lazily, "Hang someone?"

"Sometimes, I really don't know what you want to do, Lao Yan."

"Where are you going after this?"

Yan Huan replied without hesitation, "Go back to the Northeast and visit Jilin."

During the Anti-Japanese War, after the death of the previous sword holder of the demon sword Hirumaru, Eita Nikaido, his body and sword were left in the sky-high cave used by the Jilin hunters to escape the war.

Now, the remnants of Higashi-Shinobu, led by their leader Butterfly, are obsessed with the demon sword Hirumaru. Once the demon sword appears, the hostile foreign forces lurking in the dark will come out in full force. At that time, we won't have to look for them one by one, as someone will naturally come to us.

It just so happened that Liu Tiancheng, who had just come down the mountain alone, was still possessed by his spirit. So he went back and released two snake spirits, one old and one small, back to Changbai Mountain.

"Looking for spirits again?" Wang Ye shrugged helplessly. He knew his friend's personality very well. He couldn't get gold and jewelry, nor could he get a BMW or a luxury car. The only thing that could shake his mind was probably a spirit.

Yan Huan sighed, "It can be considered as searching for a spirit, but this time the search is a little different."

After saying that, Yan Huan said goodbye to Wang Ye and walked straight out of the cave.

The cave returned to dead silence, with only the heavy breathing of Gao Tai Fang Lao and Wang Ye's heavy sigh remaining in the air.

"Something is wrong, something is wrong, this old Yan is hiding something!"

After stroking his chin and thinking for a moment, Wang Ye started fiddling with his fingers.

After a while, Wang, who was bleeding from all seven orifices, also shouted in the cave, "You old Yan, you lied to me!"

"You agreed not to get involved, but why are you involved in such a mess behind the scenes? Is this the easy way you want to go?"

call!
As Yan Huan came out of the cave, he transformed into a crane and flew into the sky. Behind him was Wang Ye's voice, which had a hint of the echo from the cave.

Although Wang Ye claims to be a poor man living in the mountains, he is very concerned about the direction of the alien world.

Yan Huan looked back at Wudang Mountain and wondered, "I'm really impressed by you sorcerers. You like to spy on the secrets of heaven when you have nothing to do."

Besides, what's not easy about the path I've chosen? Zhou Sheng, who is proficient in using the 72 changes of the solar terms and has attained the "Great Freedom", can't be as free as I am.

(End of this chapter)