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

Chapter 342: Biyou Village is still too small
"means?"

"Is this the method of the yellow weasel?" Qiu Rang held down his painful and numb wrist, carefully guarding against the bared fangs of the yellow weasel.

If this is a means, then what is the mechanism by which the magic is applied?
Qiu Rang was puzzled, so he tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his wrist. His hand holding the gilded Ruyi was trembling slightly.

At this moment, a yellow figure rushed over like lightning. Qiu Rang had no time to dodge and felt his cheek being scratched by a sharp object. In the blink of an eye, a blood mark appeared on his face.

"Tsk!"

"What a nimble beast!"

As he cursed, the malice mixed in his words gathered again, this time affecting Baimao's stomach.

Gululu...

Qiu Rang felt his stomach cramp and there was unbearable pain in his abdomen. He staggered and curled up, holding his stomach.

"Wait a minute, I have to take a shit!"

"Damn it... why do so many bad things happen today!"

"Shut up first!" Zhong Xiaolong, who stayed aside to watch the fight, sensed something wrong and seemed to have grasped part of the ability of this little weasel.

"Stop scolding him. I've noticed that every time you scold him, you'll be given a special state. First, you'll get poison, then you'll get a stomachache, and I don't know what the next one will be!"

"Eh?"

After hearing what Zhong Xiaolong said, Qiu Rang indeed felt something was unusual.

But at this time he only had simple physical protective devices and no measures against curses.

"This is difficult. I am a weapon refiner. Am I going to be forced to use Ruyi by a beast... a yellow-skinned guy?"

Qiu Rang gritted his teeth, as he really couldn't bear it because of his self-esteem. After thinking for a while, he seemed to paralyze himself and clapped his hands thoughtfully.

"Master Yan, this is your strongest spirit, right?"

"In that case, there's no need for me to hold back!" The copper coin protective magic weapon hanging around Yu Qiurang's neck flashed a light pink glow, protecting his body tightly.

The gilded Ruyi flashed with golden light, and the flowing Qi condensed into the shape of a long whip. With a casual pull, it caused an explosion in the air.

"I'm not strong at all..." Zhengyang felt a little aggrieved. In terms of strength, he could not be ranked among Brother Huan's elves.

Qiu Rang didn't care about all this and just glanced at Zhong Xiaolong beside him angrily.

No matter what, I, the second in command of Biyou Village (self-proclaimed), cannot easily lose face!

"Hey! You little cutie, if I say you are the strongest, then you are the strongest!"

If I can’t scold you, can’t I praise you?

Take my whip!
Qiu Rang's fingers were tightly clasped around the gilded Ruyi, and as he swung it, the long whip formed by the golden light swung straight towards Zhengyang.

The whip drew a brilliant arc in the air, with an extremely fast speed and a clear target.

Snapped!
The whip tip hit Xiao Zhengyang's smooth and bright flank without any tilt or slant.

"Hehehe, it doesn't seem that difficult..."

The whip hit the weasel, but in an instant, Qiu Rang felt uncomfortable in his body.

A sharp pain quickly spread from the chest to the side of the waist.

The golden whip disappeared in an instant. Qiu Rang looked down and saw several scars on his chest and waist. Blood flowed out along the cracks, quickly dyeing his white coat red.

"Counterattack, why!?" Qiu Rang clenched his teeth, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.

Given the strength of the protective copper coin, it would take him four or five tries with his gilded Ruyi to completely break it. Even if he was hit by a counterattack, it would not easily leave a mark on his body.

Zhengyang stood not far away, his tail gently wagging, his clever and cautious black eyes moving from time to time.

Qiu Rang's breathing was rapid, the poison on his wrist was eroding, and the scars on his chest and waist made his whole body tremble unconsciously.

"Give up, this guy's ability is too weird, and it's mixed with a bit of the law of cause and effect." Zhong Xiaolong had been treated by a yellow-skinned man in his hometown a few years ago, and at this moment he had goose bumps all over his body.

When he was a teenager, he once injured a yellow weasel. Afterwards, it was like being possessed by a demon. It started to take off its clothes, dance around, and talk nonsense. Later, a passing expert figured out where the yellow weasel was. It was found in the seed box of the Zhong family's tiller and was finally sent away after much persuasion.

"Shut up! There are many more important things in this world than winning or losing!"

For example, face, dignity...

"Let people enjoy such lowly plots as slapping someone in the face in novels. I will let this little cutie know what the cold reality is!"

Qiu Rang leaned forward, pretending to be tough, but he was extremely scared in his heart.

At this point, I was in a dilemma.

Before he could figure out how to respond, the little yellow weasel lying on the ground opposite him straightened its legs and stood up with its little hands folded.

The mist that had just been exhaled from his mouth became thicker and thicker, spreading a chilly and eerie air under the scorching summer sun.

"You're not going to do it? It turns out that it's easier to talk than to do it. I'm sorry, if it comes to talking, you win. After all, I'm not very good at talking..." Zhengyang nodded his round head with a little guilt.

"You little..." Qiu Rang was about to speak when Zhong Xiaolong covered his mouth from behind him.

Zheng Yang asked in confusion, "If we don't fight, do we have to admit defeat? Brother Huan said that when traveling abroad, it is important to find a happy marriage, to be lenient with others in everything, and especially not to bully the weak."

"What did you say!?" Qiu Rang, who broke free from Zhong Xiaolong's restraints, said angrily.

"I said, I don't like bullying the weak. I'm different from you. After all, you think that we, as 'beasts', have low abilities, so you speak rudely, right?" The little face with dark brown spots tilted in confusion.

"But you are not even as good as us 'beasts'..."

"Weapon refiners have noble status, and 'Divine Machine Hundred Refinements' is one of the Eight Great Skills that everyone is vying for. There should be no problem with this technique, so why would he lose with such a powerful technique?" Zhengyang expressed his surprise.

Qiu Rang kept silent for a moment, then suddenly became furious, with veins on his forehead throbbing.

"I'm so pissed! Zhong Xiaolong, get out of here! I'm going to fight this little cutie to the death today!"

"Today I am... woo..."

Qiu Rang felt a little chest tightness and shortness of breath. There was an obvious abnormality in the beating of his heart. The precordial area tightened and he felt a squeezing pain.

thump!
The next second, his face turned pale and he fell to the ground.

Yan Huan half-knelt on the ground and stretched out his palm. Little Zhengyang jumped on his palm and returned to his shoulder in a few steps.

"Knowing how to be contented will keep you from being humiliated, knowing when to stop will keep you from being in danger. You and Lao Ma should take care of yourselves."

Yan Huan glanced at Chen Duo's residence, stepped onto the steps in front of the mountain, and continued walking towards Ma Xianhong's small workshop.

Zhong Xiaolong shook Qiu Rang helplessly, but was unable to wake him up.

After a while, an old man with gentle manners and elegant temperament came from not far away.

The visitor is named Bi Yuan, one of the top talents and the honorary director of the admissions office of Quanxing. He was the enlightenment teacher of Ding Shimaan, one of the "two heroes" when he joined Quanxing, and he is also the master of Gong Qing, the former head of Quanxing. He is very skilled in using the "Ghost Gate Needle", which can be used for acupuncture to treat people, and can also be used to seal the acupoints of people to make them lose the ability to move.

"Let me take a look." Bi Yuan took out a bag of silver needles and told Zhong Xiaolong to turn Qiu Rang over. Several "ghost gate needles" were inserted into Quchi, Hegu, Taichong and other acupuncture points.

Bi Yuan urged his Qi, and the tip of the silver needle trembled slightly. Qiu Rang coughed a few times, then suddenly opened his eyes, still gasping for breath, unable to utter a word.

"alright···"

"Mr. Bi, what happened to him?" Zhong Xiaolong asked puzzledly.

"Dysfunction of internal organs, hyperactivity of liver yang, insufficiency of heart and spleen..."

Seeing Zimao's confused look, Bi Yuan immediately changed the topic: "To put it simply, he was so angry that his blood pressure was high and his heart was having problems."

Bi Yuan, who had witnessed everything that had happened before, looked down at Qiu Rang who was breathing heavily, shook his head helplessly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the stone steps leading into the mountain.

"You must know that there are always people better than you, and there are always things better than you. The world outside is so vast. This Biyou Village is still too small after all."

Bi Yuan stopped in front of the stone steps on the first floor, looking up at the figure disappearing in the lush forest.

It has only been a year since the last time we met. After traveling for a year, I didn’t expect that he could even defeat Xiao Ding. What an amazing talent.

(End of this chapter)