One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

Chapter 436 Destroy the enemy
Wang Cheng and the fat man did as they were told, and soon, although they closed their eyes, the images appeared in front of them.

The straw man came to the stairs leading to the second floor again. This time, under the control of Taoist Qingfeng, the straw man stepped onto the stairs without hesitation.

As they expected, when the straw man stood on the stairs again, poison arrows attacked from all directions again.

But the straw man was not afraid of the erosion of the poison. Under the control of Taoist Qingfeng, it continued to move towards the second floor step by step.

Although the straw man had been stabbed like a hedgehog and venom was dripping from it, it was lifeless and was not afraid of these things at all. So it quickly came to the second floor.

However, when the straw man stood at the stairs on the second floor, he discovered that many masked men in night clothes and carrying samurai swords had already ambushed there.

These people didn't seem to expect that the person coming up was actually a straw man.

The leader's expression changed from hesitation at the beginning to surprise. After thinking for a while, he raised the samurai sword but did not fall down.

At this moment, a pair of hands pushed aside the crowd, and a man with a wretched appearance looked up and down at the straw man with a surprised expression.

He spoke in fluent Japanese:

"Oh no! A Feng Shui master is approaching. Find him quickly and get rid of him!"

As he spoke, the wretched man took out a compass from his arms, but this compass was different from the one used by Zhang Lingyu and the others.

He held the compass in a strange gesture, and a chrysanthemum appeared in his other hand.

After chanting a spell, the man slammed Chrysanthemum on the compass.

Instantly, the compass flashed a strange black light, and then the man slammed the compass hard on the straw man.

Almost at the same time, Wang Cheng and the other two opened their eyes. Especially Taoist Qingfeng, who was controlling the straw man, took several steps back as if he had really been hit hard.

“This man should be a Feng Shui master from Dongdao Island. The medal he wears is an eight-petal chrysanthemum.

In other words, he is not the Jiujiu master we are looking for, but he is definitely related.

The straw man has already cleared the trap for us, so we can just go straight up. But those ninjas he sent out are a problem."

Just as Taoist Qingfeng finished his words, several dark shadows shuttled across the beams.

Seeing this scene, the fat man said with disdain:
"It's a different era now, but East Island still retains the ninja system.

These guys are all clowns. If they really get us entangled, it will be more trouble than gain."

However, at this moment, the fat man suddenly felt a cold wind approaching.

It turned out to be a ninja lurking around, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

When the fat man was about to fight back, he found a dagger blocking him.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that it was Zhang Zhibiao who was lying in ambush nearby who came to the rescue in time and blocked the attack.

Seeing that this trick didn't work, the ninja quickly threw out a smoke bomb and disappeared in the smoke.

When he reappeared, many ninjas had gathered behind him, ready to fight.

At this moment, Zhang Zhibiao looked at the ninjas expressionlessly and said:
“Three of you, just leave them to us.

Just go find the people you are looking for. These so-called East Island ninjas will never amount to anything great.

Am I right? "

Zhang Zhibiao's voice was soft, but full of fighting spirit.

Just as he finished speaking, the soldiers who were lying in ambush in various places came out with daggers in hand.

They all stood behind Zhang Zhibiao and stared at the ninjas.

When facing the enemies from East Island, the people of East University will always naturally inspire stronger fighting spirit.

At this moment, the soldiers tightly grasped the daggers in their hands, with fighting spirit flashing in their eyes, staring at the ninjas who were wrapped tightly with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Qingfeng patted Zhang Zhibiao on the shoulder:

"In this case, this place is left to you."

Then he looked at Wang Cheng and the fat man:

“Now that we’ve been discovered, there’s nothing left to hide.

Hurry up and get going!"

Wang Cheng and the fat man nodded, and then followed Taoist Qingfeng into the factory.

Zhang Zhibiao clamped the dagger with his arm and slowly pulled it out.

At this moment, the other party seemed to want to talk, and the leading ninja kept speaking something in the Toujima language.

Zhang Zhibiao interrupted him without changing his expression:

"Can you speak Chinese?"

The leading ninja was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't understand at all.

"Oh shit!"

Zhang Zhibiao spat and waved his hand:

"Fuck them!"

This opportunity is rare for the soldiers. Which soldier has not fantasized about being able to personally fight against the people from East Island?

Now that the opportunity is right in front of them, the soldiers are all as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

The East Island ninjas responded to the challenge one after another, but they were already suppressed in terms of momentum.

The soldiers were proficient in fighting skills, and even though the daggers they held were much shorter than the enemy's samurai swords, they were still able to gain the upper hand.

Although it is often said that a weapon that is an inch longer is more powerful and an inch shorter is more dangerous, the soldiers' desperate fighting style makes their fighting spirit even higher.

The leading ninja even began to wonder if these people were crazy.

But no matter what, the soldiers led by Zhang Zhibiao did succeed in restraining the ninjas, winning precious time for Taoist Qingfeng and his two companions, allowing them to quickly enter the factory and head straight to the second floor.

All the ninjas were sent out, leaving only the wretched man wearing the eight-petal chrysanthemum medal. He stood at the stairs with his arms folded, as if waiting for the arrival of the three people.

As soon as Taoist Qingfeng and the other two went upstairs, they looked directly at the man, but he pointed at them in Dongda dialect and said in a provocative tone:
"You three are Feng Shui masters from Dongda, right? I admire your courage. You dare to come here with these crude Feng Shui techniques and go against our Jiujiu sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man suddenly spat and shouted angrily:
"Grandson, you are too shameless! In terms of Feng Shui, our Dongda is your ancestor. You look wretched, but you have beautiful thoughts. Do you still want to be our enemy?"

As he spoke, the fat man quickly threw out the three copper coins in his hand, then jumped up:

"I want to see how many punches you can take from me!"

The wretched man obviously didn't expect that there was a warrior among the three. Looking at the fat man jumping up, he hurriedly made a strange handprint and slapped the ground. In an instant, the ground in front of him seemed to turn into a muddy quagmire, and then some ghost soldiers wearing ancient armor and with hideous faces crawled out of it.

The faces of these ghost soldiers have turned into skeletons, and the armor on their bodies is also in the East Island style.

After summoning these ghost soldiers, the wretched man was very proud, as if he was sure of victory.

"I have signed a contract with the heroic spirits of our empire's predecessors. With the help of these heroic spirits, you will eventually become ghosts under the sword!"

However, the fat man did not feel threatened at all. He turned around and looked at Wang Cheng and Taoist Qingfeng, and said calmly:
"Leave him to me, and you guys hurry up and find the mastermind."

Wang Cheng and Taoist Qingfeng nodded, then quickly ran into the factory.

The wretched man wanted to stop them when he saw this, but was stopped by the fat man:
"Grandson, your opponent is me! Do you think I'm afraid of just some ghost soldiers?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around the fat man suddenly increased, and three copper coins slowly floated up from his hand and surrounded him.

Then, the fat man's hands began to flash with a pale golden light, and some complex symbols appeared on his skin.

"Ever since Director Huang taught me the Three-Coin Destiny Technique... I haven't had the chance to fully display its true power."

The fat man's eyes glowed with gold, and he looked at the wretched man and said:

"I'm going to use you as a test today... not because you're worthy, but because it will make me feel better."

Before he finished speaking, the fat man's speed increased suddenly and he rushed towards the evil soldiers in an instant.

Seeing the fat man fighting so hard, the wretched man smiled with disdain.

In his opinion, those ghost soldiers could kill the fat man with just one blow.

This was indeed the case. Seeing the fat man rushing towards them, the ghost soldiers raised their ghost swords and chopped at the fat man with all their might.

However, faced with such an attack, the fat man not only did not retreat, but instead quickened his pace.

Seeing the ghost knife falling, the fat man shouted:
"Land money, pardon!"

He quickly formed the Vajra Seal with his hands in front of his chest. At the same time, a copper coin seemed to be summoned and suddenly stopped in front of his eyebrows.

The fat man grabbed the copper coin and then faced the ghost soldier's sword with his bare hands.

When the wretched man saw this scene, he thought the fat man was too naive.

He quickly controlled the ghost soldiers, using almost all his strength.

With this slash of the knife, the wretched man seemed to have foreseen that the fat man would be skinned alive if not killed.

……

At the same time, Taoist Qingfeng and Wang Cheng were getting closer and closer to the room with flickering fire.

However, at this moment, a shirtless, muscular, bald man with a gloomy face appeared in front of the two and blocked their way.

Wang Cheng sighed helplessly:
"Why is there another one? Is this never going to end?"

This bald man was the one who had thrown himself into the woman’s arms before, and was called Mr. Matsushita.

At this moment, he looked at the two of them with a gloomy face and said something in stiff Dongdao dialect.

However, before he could finish, Wang Cheng interrupted him impatiently:
"I don't understand your nonsense. Either speak Dongda language or shut up!"

The man looked at Wang Cheng coldly, and then actually said something in Dongda dialect:
"I haven't even started investigating you yet, but I didn't expect you to come to my door. You have disturbed Lady Mu Shang, and you must die here!"

Looking at this half-dressed man, Wang Cheng showed a look of contempt:

"No way? You East Island people are so perverted?"

Wang Cheng naturally remembered that Huang Miao had said before that the faction leaders within the Jiuju sect were generally women, and these women would also be respectfully called Mu Shang by the people below.

He said this just to disgust the man.

Sure enough, a cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and then he quickly tied the kimono around his waist.

Then, he gently picked up the chrysanthemum in his hand, silently chanted a few spells, and then made a hand seal:
"rise!"

In an instant, the doors all around opened, and stiff corpses came out one after another, surrounding Wang Cheng and Taoist Qingfeng.

These corpses were all male, and most of them were naked from the waist up, with purple skin and eyes wide open but lifeless. Although their movements were stiff, their strength was astonishing.

The man quickly pulled out a red silk string from his chrysanthemum and wrapped it around his finger. As he pressed his finger, the corpses around him seemed to be controlled by him and began to slowly approach Wang Cheng and Taoist Qingfeng.

Seeing this scene, Wang Cheng was a little surprised, but he quickly regained his composure. He glanced at the room behind him with the door open and the firelight, and whispered to Taoist Qingfeng:

"Master, let me handle this. I think the mastermind must be in that room. Go quickly and don't let him get away."

Taoist Qingfeng looked around and said with some concern:
"There are corpses everywhere that are possessed by evil spirits. Can you handle it alone?"

Wang Cheng smiled helplessly and shrugged:

“Master, don’t underestimate the power of our Wudang’s lost secret martial arts, Fenghou Qimen. Although I have only learned a little bit, it is more than enough to deal with these corpses.”

After saying that, Wang Cheng quickly took a stance, showing the Yin-Yang state of Tai Chi. But what appeared under his feet was not the Yin-Yang fish, but the Bagua plate emitting a light blue light.

"In this round, I am the master..."

A light blue light flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes, and as his aura continued to spread, gusts of wind even blew around him.

Taoist Qingfeng finally nodded upon seeing this and said:
"Be careful!"

Then he was about to go straight to the open room. However, the man holding the chrysanthemum blocked his way and said gloomily:

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man quickly snapped his fingers, and the corpses around him attacked Taoist Qingfeng one after another.

At this critical moment, Wang Cheng quickly stood in front of Taoist Qingfeng and endured the attack of all the corpses alone. At the same time, he used Tai Chi Jinfa to clear a path for Taoist Qingfeng to move forward.

"Master, hurry up!"

Taoist Qingfeng also knew that the situation was urgent and could not be delayed any longer. Although he was reluctant to leave Wang Cheng alone to face all this, finding out the real culprit behind the scenes was the key to this operation.

He gritted his teeth, forced himself to quicken his pace, and quickly rushed into the room where the firelight flickered.

As soon as he entered the room, the door that was originally open suddenly closed. Taoist Qingfeng found himself in a very strange room. The walls were engraved with the logo of the Jiujiu Sect, and there were many translucent gauze partitions in the room, like a specially made maze.

Taoist Qingfeng could only grope his way forward in the darkness, following the faint light of the fire. He took every step very carefully, fearing that he would trigger some mechanism.

However, the next second, when his footsteps landed, the surroundings suddenly changed. In the blink of an eye, Taoist Qingfeng found that the room he was in disappeared, replaced by a sea of ​​fire. There were wailing sounds everywhere, and countless bloody people kept crawling out of the sea of ​​fire.

Taoist Qingfeng frowned and tightly grasped the peach wood sword in his hand. Suddenly, several hands stretched out from the ground and desperately pulled him down.

(End of this chapter)