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

Chapter 299 Zhonggong Ding Yuanshen, was your head kicked by a donkey?
"Waste! You are such a waste! How could a fool like you inherit my unique skills?!"

Wang Ye looked up when he heard the voice and looked in the direction of the sound, but there was no one around. The old and hoarse voice seemed to be carried into his ears by the wind.

Or perhaps it was this lingering black fog that was causing trouble.

Standing on the high platform of the stone pillar and looking into the distance, except for the competition field of the Luotian Grand Ceremony, the sky within a radius of hundreds of miles is pure and clear, except for this place where black clouds cover the sky.

This made Wang guess that the fog was created by someone.

"He dares to come to Longhu Mountain and interfere with the game at will. This guy is not simple..." Wang Ye thought to himself.

But after a change of mind, he suddenly understood.

There was private interference in the Luotian Dajiao competition, and no one stopped it midway. Either the spectators were not skilled enough to see the other person's strength and methods, or they saw it but thought there was no need to interfere.

Wang Ye glanced at the old Taoist priest on the viewing platform. At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei was stroking his beard and gazing at the sky calmly.

“Haha, I knew that Xiao Wangye’s master is not just Yunlong.”

"Then it becomes clear, Fenghou Qimen."

"It's the big monkey Zhou Sheng."

Zhang Zhiwei turned his gaze downward and looked at Zhuge Qing who was driving the true fire in the arena.

"They are all outstanding people, and their future is promising."

“Although I feel sorry for this little kid from the Wuhou sect, this will change the situation.”

Zhang Lingyu, who was waiting on the side, had a blank expression on his face, observing the battle situation intently.

"No matter who advances, Zhang Chulan has no chance. If I meet these two..."

Zhang Lingyu lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked at Zhang Zhiwei again, "Will I disappoint my master..."

The black smoke in the sky grew thicker. The old monkey Zhou Sheng looked down at the path below and became extremely angry.

Ever since he knew that Fenghou Qimen had a successor, he was very happy and went back to Wudang Mountain more than once to observe secretly.

Zhou Sheng originally thought that the person who inherited this unique skill was a genius with extraordinary talent and had practiced cultivation since childhood, but he didn't expect that he was a playboy who changed his career halfway.

This Wang Ye not only neglected the few sets of broken fists taught by Yunlong, but also neglected to study one of the eight unique skills, "Fenghou Qimen". What he used most was to open the formation to blow cool wind for himself when he had nothing to do...
"Your family is poor and you need a little electricity money!?"

Whoosh!

The wind was whistling, and the gust of wind suddenly intensified, blowing past Wang Ye's cheek at a very fast speed.

Wang Ye touched his burning cheeks and felt like he was slapped in the face by the fan.

"Why did you hit me?"

"Senior, if you have something to say, just speak up. Am I listening?"

Wang Ye said to the air with a smile.

With the old Taoist priest's level of cultivation, it was impossible for him not to notice that someone had intervened, but since he did not take action to stop it, there was only one possibility: the old Taoist priest knew that the person who came was there to help him overcome the difficulties.

"You are such a fool, you have a very quick mind on this sort of thing."

"After being burned by someone else, you should be obedient now, right?"

Wang Ye scratched his head and nodded as if he understood.

"Honestly."

"Humph." Zhou Sheng snorted coldly, "You're going to be defeated in your first battle. You idiot, it's fine if your soul is burned black by fire."

"My unique skill is really wasted."

Wang Ye's body trembled, he looked up suddenly, and immediately knew the identity of the person who came.

"Wang Ye... pays homage to his great-grandmaster."

The king had only heard of Zhou Sheng, one of the thirty-six thieves, from his grandmaster Zhou Meng.

People nicknamed him "Big Monkey". He was sarcastic and mean by nature, free and easy but also irritable. In the words of the Grand Master, he "didn't look like a cultivator."

He comprehended the treasures left by his ancestors, but could shamelessly call them "his own" skills. To some extent, he was also one of the people who could not let go of the world.

"Stupid, starting from this 'Fenghou Qimen', you have to call me Master, right?" Zhou Sheng said coldly. Even though he was an unlearned lazy man, at least he had inherited his skills.

"Um... my master is Taoist Master Yunlong. If I really want to worship you, I have to go back and discuss it with him."

"It doesn't matter. You won't accept my worship even if you worship me."

"Then uncle-master, what are you doing..."

call!
During the conversation, Zhuge Qing's firefly spread again. The identity of this person was so shocking that Wang even forgot that he was still in the arena.

Looking at the flickering blue fire, Wang Ye didn't need to bother to avoid it; he was moved naturally by Zhou Sheng.

At this point in the game, the onlookers were completely confused about the situation.

All everyone knew was that this was a contest in which the strength was completely beyond that of their peers.

"Oh, it feels so good to have someone playing for me. I finally understand why so many people risk getting their accounts banned to use cheats when playing games."

Wang Ye floated lightly in the air, looking down below him. Zhuge Qing stepped on the earthen wheel and closed the distance between them.

But the clouds and mist moved, enveloping Wang Ye and widening the distance again.

"Do you understand the limitations of your Fenghou Qimen?" Zhou Sheng asked.

The king nodded and said, "I understand. This game is too small. If you want to be the king, you have to continue to expand your territory."

Zhou Sheng: “…”

"I'm gonna fucking kill you big ass!"

boom!
Wang Ye was lifted up into the sky by the wind, then thrown to the ground, back and forth five or six times, his body bouncing like a bouncy ball.

The onlookers were stunned. "No, what did Zhuge Qing do? He threw Wang Ye around like a toy."

Zhuge Qing stepped on the waves of rubble, shattering the surrounding stone pillars, and looked at the opposite side in confusion.

What moves does Taoist Wang use?
It looks no different from self-mutilation. Is this also Fenghou Qimen’s method?
"Ah..." Zhuge Qing yawned, "I can't take it anymore. I'm getting more and more tired. I'm about to fall asleep..."

"Although I have made some progress under the guidance of my ancestors, my physical strength and soul toughness are still a flaw. I must practice hard after returning to make up for this shortcoming..."

"what--"

Wang was also dizzy from the fall, "No... Uncle Master, are you here to help me... or to harm me?"

It was painful enough to have the soul damaged, and now even the body was hurt.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng cursed: "You damned fellow, you are expanding the territory, fighting wars, and trying to change the situation at will. You are nothing more than a tyrant who plunders and oppresses people! You are nothing but a king!"

"No matter how big the game is, it will eventually come to an end. Can you still be so arrogant as to include the whole world in your game?"

"Moreover, the Empress is restrained outside and cannot move. She will always be stretched to her limits when facing endless external difficulties. Don't you understand, you idiot?"

Wang Ye felt that his body had finally calmed down. He stood up in a panic and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"What Uncle Master said, if the Empress is restrained outside, then I will..."

Ok?
The king's body trembled. Could it be that he wanted to fix the empress in his body?
"I really chewed the rice into pieces and fed it into your mouth!" Zhou Sheng's roar suddenly sounded in his mind.

Uh... Wang Ye pursed his lips. This description was a bit disgusting, but it did give him a new understanding.

It’s just that in this complex and ever-changing arena, he doesn’t have enough time to think.

"It doesn't matter. That guy is almost reaching his limit." Zhou Sheng said in a low voice as he looked at Zhuge Qing who was stepping on the gravel and earth waves.

Wang Ye scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's quite embarrassing to say that in the end, you had to move things back and forth so that I could escape. This descendant of Wu Hou is really not simple."

The wind died down for a moment, and the outside world became inexplicably quiet.

After a long while, Zhou Sheng slowly said, "Don't feel guilty, brat. Breaking through the enemy line is not as simple as it seems. We are all sorcerers and can predict the future. Why don't you ask?"

Hearing this, Wang Ye immediately counted with his fingers.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and blood also flowed from the corners of Wang Ye's eyes, and his pupils trembled slightly.

"I can't figure it out. I just saw a very tall shadow, and then there was nothing..."

"Yes, even I can't figure it out. Who knows what the kid opposite is carrying behind him?" Zhou Sheng said.

what?
Wang Ye curled his lips and said, "You can't figure it out with your cultivation level, and you still want me to figure it out. Aren't you harming me?"

Swish!
A few balls of real fire flames flew by like arrows, and in a flash, Wang Ye was pulled away by Zhou Sheng again.

After dragging it back and forth for a while, Zhuge Qing gradually became exhausted and his fox eyes slightly opened.

"Can he shuttle through such a dense cluster of fire points without changing his body shape? Or did he directly change the spatial layout in the bureau?"

"Ah——I'm so sleepy..."

Wang Ye concentrated his mind and suddenly had a guess in his mind.

Even though Zhou Sheng kept calling Wang Ye a "stupid donkey", Wang Ye was actually very smart and could definitely be considered a clever person among his peers.

In that instant, all his thoughts came together.

A piece of gossip that once circulated inside the Jianghu Inn said that in order to obtain the ancestral unique skills, the Wu Hou Sect asked the Yan family in Jiangxi to stage a drama to perform a god, hoping to rely on the worldly belief in Wu Hou to interpret their own ancestor.

These things may sound fantastic to outsiders, but there is one more person involved - Yan Huan.

Wang also knew that no matter how bizarre something was, as long as it involved Lao Yan, it would become commonplace.

With a wizard king who is well versed in matters of the soul, coupled with the tremendous faith of hundreds of millions of people across the country, it is not surprising what the final outcome will be.

Wang also put his fingers together, looked serious, and said, "In other words, the one I'm facing might be the Zhuge Wuhou who is only one step away from ascending to heaven?"

boom!
A piece of gravel hit Wang Ye on the head.

"You are worthy enough to fight Zhuge Kongming? Not to mention you, even if the two of us were combined, we would not be qualified! Little Wang, you are facing a junior of the Wuhou faction."

"To put it bluntly, my help to you today is just..."

"I understand, I understand! For your little bit of face, after all, your tricks failed me, and it won't sound good if you tell others about it." Wang Ye smiled foolishly.

He secretly thought to himself, with a somewhat arrogant and vain nature, how was his uncle better than others? Why was he the only one who comprehended the "Fenghou Qimen"?
Bad words don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Zhou Sheng was so angry that he said, "Bullshit! I should see you being burned by fire. This wouldn't be the good intention of that old guy Zhang Zhiwei!?"

"Eh?" Wang Ye asked in confusion, "Like Grand Master, have you also been humiliated by the old Heavenly Master?"

"Does he think he can deal with me?" Zhou Sheng asked stubbornly.

"Oh..." Wang Ye thought for a moment and nodded, "I thought so. No wonder I didn't hear that after you mastered Fenghou Qimen, you went to compete with him..."

"Hmm?" Zhou Sheng was puzzled. Why did it sound like this kid had something else to say?

"Alright, I've dragged you along for so long, you should be content. You can figure out the rest on your own!"

The black fog dissipated, the sky returned to its previous clearness, and the sunlight was so bright that it hurt people's eyes.

Wang Ye brushed off the dust on his body and thought about it carefully.

Luan Jin Tu was the highest order he could currently issue in the Fenghou Qimen Bureau, but Lao Yan could not be controlled in the bureau because he was a world of his own.

The opponent is the king and you are also the king, so naturally you cannot influence the opponent in this game.

"If you want to completely control yourself, you have to place the center palace inside your body, but this position..."

Although the body is no longer controlled by the outside world, every part of the body is still in operation, and the moment of settling in the center requires peace and tranquility.

Wang Ye has been practicing for some time, and there is only one place in his body that he can think of.

That is - the soul!
"Uncle-master, I understand. As long as the center palace is fixed in the soul, the game will be done!" Wang Ye said happily, and looked at Zhuge Qing who had broken the pillar again.

"Come on! This is the last one."

"Make me a king!"

Zhuge Qing shook his head, distributing the fire points of the true fire more finely. There seemed to be fog around him, and everything seemed hazy and unclear in the dark blue.

The final clash of two warlocks!

The king also concentrated his attention, trying to stabilize the central palace at the level of his soul.

In an instant, yellow sand swept in, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and a black shadow quickly moved through the sand.

No one could see the situation on the field clearly anymore, and the onlookers became angry. This once-in-a-century match could not be missed in vain.

"Why is the wind blowing suddenly? The stadium is so clean, where did the yellow sand come from?"

"Is there anyone in charge? I can't see what's going on inside. What if something shady happens?!"

"I can't see it anymore!rnm, give me back my money!"

Swish!
The true fire swept down at an extremely high speed, and Wang sat cross-legged on the ground to comprehend it. It was a race against time, but Wang had not yet completely entered into meditation when he felt a heavy blow on his face.

boom!
After a loud bang, the smoke dissipated and Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye, each occupying the east and west sides, fell down.

No one could have guessed this situation.

The Taoist priest in charge of refereeing looked around and jumped off the field. Zhuge Qing looked calm, and did not look like he had been seriously injured. Rather, he looked like he was asleep.

As for Wang Ye on the other side, his right face was swollen and left a bright red hoof print.

"Hey, Master Wang, you're still awake!"

Wang Ye's mind was a mess and he looked around in confusion.

"What happened? It feels like I was kicked in the head by a donkey!?"

"Where is the donkey on this field?" The Taoist frowned and gestured to the surroundings: "The winner will be the king!"

Wang Ye looked at Zhuge Qing, who was lying on the ground, with lingering fear, and felt relieved.

It was an incredible game. Although I don’t know what happened, fortunately the result was intact.

He dragged his exhausted body towards the outside of the venue. Near the exit of the passage, a sanitation worker wearing a baseball cap raised his head and glared at him angrily.

"I knew you were up to no good, you idiot!"

"Madam, God is so clear! If you set up such an ever-changing situation in God, I will let you do it. Not to mention that your life will be ruined! You will never be able to turn over!"

(End of this chapter)