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

Chapter 349 Everyone has a bright future

Ma Xianhong jumped onto a branch and the surveillance flying insects spread out. The movements and current situation of the villagers were transmitted back to the detection magic tool, the monocular lens. Scenes like those of an insect's compound eye opened up one by one before his eyes.

The villagers were forced to flee in panic due to the fire, but fortunately no one was injured.

Shang Genqi has already fought with people from the company, and the situation is not optimistic. Zhong Xiaolong was defeated by Hei Guaner, and old man Bi Yuan, who had no intention of fighting, went down the mountain early.

Chen Duo and Zhao Guizhen are missing, Qiu Rang is not in good condition...

"Hold on, wait for me four minutes, I'll be there soon!" Ma Xianhong shouted into the communicator.

“Old Ma, don’t go!” Zhang Chulan waved his arm and blocked Ma Xianhong. “Those people outside are all crazy. Even for Master Ma Benzai, I can’t let you run into them!”

While trying to stop him, Zhang Chulan glanced at the unfinished self-cultivation furnace. There was something missing inside the furnace, so it was not a critical matter. He now had to try his best to give the temporary workers enough time to cut off the upper roots.

“Get out of my way!” The red jade beads hanging on Ma Xianhong’s arms spread out the Qi, which turned into a layer of black armor covering his body.

This bead is called Wu Dou Kai, and it is a high-level magic weapon under the "Shen Ji Bai Lian". It is usually attached to the wrists and ankles with its own Qi. Once the Qi is sealed, it will disperse from the body, dispersing the black armor covering the entire body, greatly improving the body's defense.

"Old Ma, don't be stubborn!"

Zhang Chulan roared, and the dark arm covered with the black battle armor instantly strangled his throat.

After coughing a few times, he was grabbed by the throat by Ma Xianhong and thrown into the ruins nearby where black smoke was emitting.

"Zhang Chulan, I have the friendship of our elders. I really don't want to hurt you."

"Promise me, no matter what the outcome is, don't interfere. I'm going to deal with those people right now."

"Ahem..." Zhang Chulan lay in the rubble, looking up at the not-so-bright night sky, "Old Ma, don't be stubborn, just listen to my advice."

"Okay, Zhang Chulan, if he can be persuaded, he is not Ma Xianhong." Yan Huan stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and pulled Zhang Chulan up.

Whether a person can be accepted or not is determined by the "standard" in his heart, which even transcends good and evil and plays a more decisive role. Ma Xianhong acts without measure and does not consider the feelings of others. It is very painful to have close friendship with such a person.

Wang Ye is gentle, Bilian is transparent, Xiao Zizai is simple, and Feng Baobao is also very smart...

These people can be kind to themselves and understand others at the same time, but Ma Xianhong is different. He has made up his mind about a certain truth and will not change his mind even if what he does causes adverse effects on the outside world.

Ma Xianhong didn't turn around to look at the two people behind him.

After the clouds in the night sky dispersed, a cold silver light fell on his gnashing teeth face.

"Do you want to fight me too?"

Yan Huan said: "As the saying goes, it is good to practice in the Six Gates. For those of you with high aptitude in Biyou Village, there may be better places to go."

"It would be wise to stop in time before there are any casualties. Besides, it would be much better to use the power of the company to regain your memories and your family than to work hard here."

The matter of Biyou Village originally only involved a "Divine Machine" and a "Self-cultivation Furnace", and the situation between the two parties of the company had not reached the point where it could not be reconciled.

In fact, according to the development of the plot, several people with superior talents in Biyou Village were later taken over by the company, and after training, most of them got jobs in the government.

Everyone has a bright future, except Old Ma, who is still in the process of recovering and changing his memory, and his brain is being washed back and forth by Qu Tong using the "Shuangquan Hand".

For practitioners, saving others is also saving oneself.

Therefore, Yan Huan changed the fate of Zhuge Qing, Tian Jinzhong, Er Zhuang and others. Even for the arrogant and domineering Wang Bing, Yan Huan gave him a year to experience the ups and downs of life and reflect on himself.

Out of the desire to restore the spiritual flag, Yan Huan also hoped that the development of Biyou Village could get on the right track, but the temperament of this old horse could no longer be described as stubborn.

I can’t persuade him, I really can’t persuade him!
If the soft method doesn’t work, you have to use the hard method.

"Recruitment?" Ma Xianhong sneered and turned back, "Don't be silly, I'm not from Shandong."

"Besides, looking at what the company has done, I don't trust them at all!"

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Zhang Chulan pursed his lips. Judging from the atmosphere, they were probably going to do it.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the foot of the mountain: "Brother Huan, I won't be in the way here. I'll go down to help." "Go ahead, go ahead. I want to have a good talk with your nephew." Yan Huan waved his hand.

"You can't go anywhere!" Ma Xianhong gave an order, and Ruhua, who was still repairing the workshop and the self-cultivation furnace, stopped working, and rushed forward to surround the two.

Zhang Chulan was shocked: "You, the weapon refiner, are too unreasonable. You just summon a group of summons for Uncle Gan like this!"

"Zhang Chulan, stop being shameless! Are you worthy of these creatures greeting you?"

"This one is enough to deal with you." Ma Xianhong raised his hand and pointed, and Ruhua made way one after another. A black puppet in ancient martial arts clothes walked out from behind.

This black puppet is Ma Xianhong's latest masterpiece. Its power, speed and reaction to Qi far surpass his previous works.

With the blessing of the divine machine technique and the semi-finished self-cultivation furnace, three superior means were transplanted into the black puppet. One of them is ghost walking, which can increase the speed of the caster and erase his own presence.

The second is Grandpa Bi’s “Ghost Gate Needle”, which can be used to cure diseases or seal acupuncture points to kill people, all in a single thought.

The third type is the original poison in Chen Duo's body.

"As for all these Ruhua, plus the white doll beside me, they are all prepared for Brother Yan."

"No, it should be said... Your Excellency the Witch King."

Ruhua turned around one after another, staring at Yan Huan with her lifeless eyes.

"Hey, there are so many puppets. Fortunately, we have a lot of ghosts."

Yan Huan stretched out his hand to grab his waist, but the empty feeling made him feel puzzled.

"Where's my spirit flag?"

"Ah... I'll borrow Brother Xiao for now."

"Then come on!"

Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and the crisp sound echoed in the night. In an instant, the Qi in his body surged, and a layer of light mist surrounded him. A silvery-white light emerged under the night sky, and an indescribable coldness was revealed in the flow of the Qi.

With the sound of a snap of his fingers, foxes and weasels quietly jumped out from his body and landed lightly on the ground.

These little guys stood still on the ground, their fur gleaming slightly in the moonlight, their bright eyes fixed on the puppets in front of them, they growled in unison, bared their sharp teeth, their fur slightly standing on end, ready to strike.

"Go and tear down all the figurines that Village Chief Ma has laid out. Don't hold back."

"Go and teach the elves under His Excellency the Witch King a lesson. You're welcome."

At the command of the two men, the spirit beasts and puppets started fighting, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

Out of the tacit understanding of "king against king, general against general", Yan Huan and Ma Xianhong crossed the dusty battlefield and stood in front of each other.

"Brother Yan, I really don't want to go this far." Ma Xianhong said in a low voice.

Yan Huan smiled and asked, "Old Ma, if I need help in the future, will you help me?"

"Tsk!" Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth, veins crawling all over his forehead like bugs. "In this situation, you can still shamelessly say such things!?"

"Are you angry? But talking to yourself has always been your specialty, Old Ma."

"Cut the nonsense!"

Ma Xianhong tightly grasped the golden bell and waved his arm forward: "Soul-shaking Bell!"

Seeing this, Yan Huan lightly snapped his fingers and rang the bronze bell hanging around his waist.

"Soul Soul Bell!"

when~
Two special ringing tones targeting the soul suddenly collided with each other.

(End of this chapter)