Under One Person: Damn it, I have all the magic to defy the heavens

In reality, ten minutes ago.

In the eyes of the audience, Wang Ye and Qin Feng stood in the center of the venue, staring at each other.

"What are they doing? Why don't they fight? Are they playing a game where whoever blinks first loses?"

"I know this is the final step in the battle."

"Don't talk nonsense. They are just fighting each other in the inner world. Warlocks like to play this kind of game."

"Fuck, then we won't be able to see it."

"I have a bold idea. Now that the two of them are obsessed with the inner world, if I jump down and use my Ice Palm to hit each of them, will I...will I be able to become the most talented among the talented and top the Luotian Grand Ceremony tomorrow?"

"That's a nice thought. What do you think the referee is doing? If you're still not clear-headed, look at the old Taoist priest on the opposite side."

The two of them remained in a stalemate for more than ten minutes, and the audience was almost falling asleep. Finally, Wang also moved.

Wang Ye’s face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled, and his eyes widened as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.

Then, with a "puff" sound, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, shooting into the air like an arrow, forming a scarlet arc.

Wang Ye fell heavily to the ground, his body twitching unconsciously, bright red blood gushing out of his eyes, his mouth, and his ears. It was as if there was some kind of violent force stirring inside his body, destroying his internal organs, blood, flesh, and meridians.

The blood quickly soaked through his clothes, and a blood flower bloomed under him, which grew larger and larger. He looked even paler, as if he would die at any moment.

Last time I wanted to vomit blood because of the alcohol I sprayed out, but this time I really vomited blood and it looked very serious.

After many twists and turns, Wang Ye finally fell into Qin Feng's "poisonous hands".

!!!

what happened! ?

The audience exploded immediately.

Taoist Xingqing, who was the referee, immediately jumped into the field and wanted to check on Wang Ye's condition.

At this time, Qin Feng also returned to the real world from the inner scene, and it was only a few seconds before and after Wang Ye fell down.

"Master Wang!"

Qin Feng rushed over and grabbed Wang Ye, but was also frightened by his bloody appearance.

What should I do?

Taoist Wang looked like he was dying.

In his anxiety, he suddenly thought of a way to use the source of Qi.

Don’t worry about it anymore, just try it now.

Qin Feng took a deep breath, mobilized the pure innate Qi in his body, and gathered it in his palm.

Soon, countless thin and transparent Qi threads extended from Qin Feng's palm. These Qi threads were shining with silvery white light, and they moved on Qin Feng's palm like elves, one by one.

Qin Feng carefully controlled these Qi threads and used them to wrap Wang Ye.

The Qi silk flowed along Wang Ye's meridians like spring rain moistening the earth, penetrating into every part of his body. These spiritual silks gently wrapped around Wang Ye's damaged parts, nourishing them slowly and firmly.

The broken meridians are repaired, the blocked blood vessels are unblocked, and the body, soaked in the pure innate Qi, is revitalized.

As energy flowed, Wang Ye's body's repair and reconstruction proceeded at an extremely high speed. His body began to heat up, sweat seeped out of his forehead, and some impurities were excreted from the body as metabolism progressed, forming a gray-black layer on the surface of Wang Ye's skin.

Gradually, Wang Ye's originally pale face began to turn rosy, and his breathing became much more stable. He no longer looked like he was about to die.

Seeing Wang Ye calm down, not only did Qin Feng breathe a sigh of relief, but the audience also felt relieved.

"Oh my god, I was scared to death. The blood coming out of Master Wang's seven orifices was really horrifying."

"That's right, I thought there was going to be an accident."

"And what about Zhang Lingfeng? What are those thread-like Qi on him? Wrapping Wang Ye up like this will cure his injury."

"It should be using Qi to repair the meridians, and then react to the body, like the Golden Light Mantra of the Tianshi Mansion. If it is retracted to the meridians and organs inside the body, it also has this kind of repair effect. But this is the first time I have seen such a thin Qi thread and such pure and clear innate Qi."

"This Zhang Lingfeng is so unreasonably strong. I thought he was a mage, but he turned out to be a warlock. I thought he was a warlock, but now you tell me he can also be a priest. If he goes to a dungeon, wouldn't he be able to take up all the damage, support and supplies by himself? In a dungeon with 24 people, he can push through it all by himself?"

"Well, maybe we still need a MT. I'm looking forward to the day when he can master Taijutsu."

The audience is just there to watch the fun, but the big guys in the stands have a lot more to consider.

Qin Feng's use of Qi silk for treatment immediately aroused the vigilance of these big guys.

Condensing Qi into silk?

This way of applying and manipulating the innate Qi is really similar to what Zhang Huaiyi showed!

You know, many of these forces had disciples who had fought with Zhang Huaiyi before, so they have a certain understanding of the legendary origin of Qi body.

Although grand masters can condense Qi into threads, there is generally no need to deliberately squeeze Qi into threads.

It's like you can write with a brush or a pen, but most people wouldn't bother to write with a toothpick.

This Qi thread seems to be unique to the operation of the source of the Qi body. As long as you don't deliberately change it, it will naturally appear like this when used.

Could it be that this young man, while mastering the top-level thunder technique and top-level Qimen numerology, is also the owner of the source of Qi body?

These big guys' emotions were up and down; their eyes were excited, greedy, gloomy, or confused.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Tian Jinzhong looked at those pairs of eyes. Memories were brought back and his worry surfaced uncontrollably again.

"Oh, Brother, what should I do?"

"From today on, the child is completely exposed to the eyes of all parties."

"He can't go back anymore."

"The Wang family, the Lu family, the Shuzi Sect, the Yaoxing Society... I'm afraid these forces are ready to make a move and are secretly discussing taking action against him."

"...Brother?"

However, Zhang Zhiwei did not answer his question.

Tian Jinzhong raised his head, and then he was surprised to find that Zhang Zhiwei had an inexplicable smile on his face. His eyebrows and beard seemed to be raised, and he was obviously in a good mood.

What's this? What's the happy thing?

......

Since Wang was the only representative of Wudang and none of his fellow disciples came with him, the task of taking care of him fell on the Taoist priest of Tianshi Mansion.

But to everyone's surprise, Zhuge Qing jumped out halfway and volunteered to take on the task of taking care of Wang Ye.

In the evening.

As soon as Wang Ye woke up, he saw Zhuge Qing's big face.

"You are..."

"Ah, Master Wang, you're awake."

"Do you need anything? Would you like some water? Or I can peel you an apple."

"How do you feel? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"

Zhuge Qing's attitude was very good, strangely good, and unexpectedly enthusiastic, but his face was tense, as if he was enduring something.

Wang Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a moment, then snorted.

"Don't be so tense. Look at the way your mouth is twitching. You can't hold it back any longer."

Hahahahahaha——

Zhuge Qing laughed wildly.

Although he knew that this was not good, and although he knew that this mentality was a bit mean, he couldn't help it... he was really happy.

Just think about it, the person who used Fenghou Qimen to crush you a few days ago and denied your family's unique skills passed down for thousands of years was crushed by another person in the blink of an eye.

This is really...something that makes one secretly happy.

After this smile, Zhuge Qing's knot in his heart about Wang Ye was completely untied.

When he was defeated a few days ago, his mind was full of humiliation and unwillingness, and he even had the evil thought of obtaining Fenghou Qimen.

But now...

Fenghou Qimen was defeated as well.

Oh, never mind.

Instead of complaining that the magic skills passed down from ancestors are not powerful enough, it is better to do your best and study how to break through difficulties and take the magic skills to a higher level.

After all, our ancestor Zhuge Wuhou had the courage to do something even though he knew it was impossible.