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

At this moment, there was a noise at the door. The team members stood up and saw the door slowly open. There was that familiar white light again. The fat man came out majestically in special combat uniform, with a pistol on his waist, a rifle on his back, and a row of bullets hanging on his back.

The moment they saw the fat man, everyone's eyes widened:

"Wow, is this the Future Warrior?"

The fat man walked out triumphantly. The black special combat uniform indeed made him look a lot thinner.

"Fatty, where did you get these clothes?" Zhang Lingyu asked the fat man in confusion.

The fat man pointed behind him:
"Director Huang gave it to me. How is it? Cool or not?"

Zhang Lingyu nodded in astonishment. Before he could say anything, the fat man looked at Wang Cheng excitedly:

"Smelly Taoist, let's have a fight."

In response to the fat man's sudden challenge, Wang Ben instinctively waved his hand:
"We are not on the same path. You are good at close combat, and I am good at formations. You are no match for me at all."

When the fat man heard this, he glared at Wang Cheng unconvincedly:
"Don't talk nonsense, just tell me whether you dare or not."

Wang Cheng was not someone who could be easily provoked, and he waved his hand firmly again.

At this moment, Huang Miao's voice came:
"Wang Cheng, Fatty is getting excited, why don't you try with him? There's nothing else to do today, so let's just watch the fun."

As soon as Huang Miao finished speaking, the other team members understood what he meant and moved away from each other, forming a circle and surrounding Wang Cheng and the fat man.

Since Huang Miao said so, Wang Cheng couldn't say anything more. He nodded to Huang Miao, then looked at the fat man and assumed a Tai Chi stance:

"Fatty, come on. Don't accuse me of bullying you..."

"Stop talking!"

The fat man jumped up and threw a punch at Wang Cheng. Wang Cheng's Tai Chi was indeed perfect, and he easily avoided the fat man's punch with a little force, and then slapped the fat man with a palm.

However, the next second, the one who was pushed back was not the fat man, but Wang Cheng.

Everyone was surprised to find that at the moment Wang Cheng slapped the fat man, the special combat uniform on the fat man flashed a dark golden light.

Wang Cheng looked at his palm in disbelief, then looked at the fat man's clothes, and said in surprise:

"What's wrong with your clothes? It seems to have a special power."

The fat man smiled triumphantly and pulled out the two pistols from his waist:
"Damn Taoist priest, it's my turn now!"

As he spoke, the fat man raised his two guns, and under the dark golden light, bullets poured out instantly.

"Oh my goodness!"

The team members took a few steps back, and Wang Cheng cursed with a dark face:
"You have no moral principles!"

However, the bullet was already very close, and Wang Cheng could only quickly form a seal. The formation plate under his feet flashed, and he instantly disappeared from the spot and appeared from another direction, barely avoiding the bullet.

After hitting the ground, these bullets quickly dissipated, as if they had never existed physically, but only condensed the fat man's power.

The fat man stood still and started rapid-fire mode. Wang Cheng, who was always calm, could only keep changing his position in the formation, and failed in his several attempts to approach the fat man.

As if he was not satisfied yet, the fat man retracted his two guns, placed the rifles horizontally in front of him, and picked up a large-caliber bullet and loaded them into the rifles.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and Wang Cheng suddenly felt a cold current approaching. The bullet hit the ground, and a burst of frost quickly spread, and he found himself fixed in place.

When Wang Cheng raised his head, the fat man had appeared in front of him with a gun pointed at his forehead.

"Are you satisfied?"

Looking at the smug fat man, Wang Cheng shook his head unconvinced:

"I don't agree, you are cheating!"

The fat man didn't care at all. He proudly put away his gun and clapped his hands:

"This is a cheat given to me by Director Huang. What can you do about it?"

The other team members gathered around, looking at the fat man's equipment curiously, with envious expressions on their faces.

You know, if it weren't for this equipment, Fatty's ability would have been restrained by Wang Cheng. Wang Cheng's agility made Fatty's Three-Coin Destiny Technique unable to exert its power at all.

But now, Wang Cheng was quickly defeated by the fat man.

This is enough to show that with the help of this equipment, the fat man's ability has been improved by more than one level.

Huang Miao had expected this result. He looked at the team members and said:
"Okay, that's enough of the fun. Who wants to follow me in next?"

Now everyone knows that good things are waiting for them once they get in, and they all express their desire to go first.

In the end, Wang Cheng won. After all, he had been in a bad enough state and it was time to make amends.

When Wang Cheng followed Huang Miao into the Qiankun Pavilion, he was quickly shocked by the scene inside.

Unlike the fat man who was simply shocked, Wang Cheng could still see some clues.

"Director Huang, have you set up a space formation in this room?"

Huang Miao glanced at Wang Cheng approvingly:
"Yes, you can tell at a glance that there is a space formation in Qiankun Pavilion. But you are wrong about one thing. There is not just one space formation here. There are more than 17."

"what?"

Wang Cheng's eyes widened. You know, the space formation is the most profound formation. Just like his eight-door transport, it is the most difficult to master in Fenghou Qimen.

Not to mention Huang Miao, who stacked 17 space formations layer by layer, without conflict or mutual restraint. This was extremely difficult, and the slightest mistake would cause all the formations to collapse. This made Wang Cheng admire Huang Miao even more. This method, except for Huang Miao, could not be done by anyone else.

"Okay, don't worry about it, go choose the equipment you want..."

Compared to the fat man, Wang Cheng was more assertive. He quickly bypassed the weapons area. In his words, he was not good at using weapons at all. The magic array was his best means of attack, and he did not need weapons to assist.

Therefore, Wang Cheng quickly stopped in front of the defensive equipment. Facing the dazzling array of protective gear, one item soon caught his attention.

It was a Taoist robe, with light blue light flickering between the cloud-like patterns, and the same was true for the Bagua formation behind it.

"Director Huang, I want this, is that ok?"

Facing Wang Cheng's question, Huang Miao smiled and nodded:

"You have good vision. In my opinion, this Qiankun Liujin Robe is more suitable for you. Not only can it greatly improve your defensive ability, but it can also help increase your speed. Combined with the formation's eight-door transport, it will be extremely difficult for your opponent to touch you."

Wang Cheng quickly walked out of Qiankun Pavilion wearing a golden robe. At this time, he looked like a hermit.

What's even more amazing is that when Wang Cheng injected his own power into the clothes, the cloud patterns on the Qiankun Liujin robe began to change and recombine, making the clothes appear in another form.

Wang Cheng was very satisfied with the clothes. The first thing he did after coming out was to point at the fat man and say:

"Fatty, come on, do it again!"

The fat man who had just tasted the sweetness of victory naturally would not refuse. Without saying a word, he took out his gun and started shooting at Wang Cheng.

However, at this time, Wang Cheng only left an illusion at the original place, and his real body had long disappeared.

He couldn't hit it, and he couldn't touch it. After a few seconds, the fat man put away his gun and waved at Wang Cheng:

"No more fighting, no more fighting. Hiding here and there is no manliness at all."

Wang Cheng has his own reasons for this:
"Come on, I'm a sorcerer. Using swords and guns is for you warriors. Fighting a warrior in close combat? Do you think I'm stupid?"

While the two were arguing, Huang Miao had already brought the old smoker into Qiankun Pavilion.

Finally, the old smoker chose a letter without words. This thing perfectly fits the old smoker's method of summoning gods to fight.

In Huang Miao's words, the imperial edict can reach the sky, so that the old smoker no longer needs to use complicated means when summoning the gods. After all, the battle situation changes rapidly, and relying on this imperial edict can greatly improve the strength of the old smoker.

The next one came was Taoist Qingfeng. Without giving him a choice, Huang Miao directly handed him a peach wood sword and a copper coin sword.

"Master, when we were in the ghost market, you were not yet a member of the Nine Gates Feng Shui Bureau, but you fought with the members. In that battle, your peach wood sword and copper coin sword were all destroyed. I always remember it.

Now the time has come, I will give you another one. These two items are different from what you have used before, you have to discover their power by yourself."

Taoist Qingfeng excitedly bowed three times to Huang Miao, carefully put the copper coin sword on his waist, put the peach wood sword on his back, and walked out of Qiankun Pavilion.

Next, the other team members entered the Qiankun Pavilion one by one and chose their favorite things.

Huang Miao was not stingy. As long as the players selected it and it was suitable for them, Huang Miao would give it to them without saying a word.

Except for the two older and more mature team members, Old Smoker and Taoist Qingfeng, the first thing the other team members did after leaving Qiankun Pavilion was to clamor for a competition...

Feng Baobao picked the Demon Subduing Rod in Qiankun Pavilion. This weapon is shaped like a baton and can transform the power of spells and release it. She fell in love with this unremarkable weapon at first sight, until Huang Miao told her that this weapon seemed to have an indissoluble bond with her and was a destined choice, although he could not tell her the reason. Although Feng Baobao did not quite understand, she was full of joy in her heart and was eager to find the team members to test the power of this weapon.

Then, Zhang Lingyu came in. He chose a seemingly ordinary treasure chest, but it was actually a space array that could hold many things. Huang Miao also gave him a privilege to pick some more things in the room and put them in the box. When Zhang Lingyu left, he only took one box, but no one knew how many treasures were in it.

Wang Siqi chose a single whip called the Yin-Yang Whip, which could connect yin and yang, making it easier for him to arrange the Feng Shui layout.

Finally, it was Feng Baobao's turn. She followed Huang Miao into the armory, but she was not as surprised as the others. Huang Miao asked her to pick a weapon, and she walked around slowly. It took half an hour, and Huang Miao could feel that she had been standing there without moving.

Finally, Feng Baobao came back with a shovel in her hand! Huang Miao was stunned and asked her why she chose this. Feng Baobao said, "To bury someone." Huang Miao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and advised her that this could be seen everywhere, so there was no need to choose it specially. Feng Baobao seemed to be persuaded.

Huang Miao took the shovel and put it back, then turned around to find a suitable weapon for her. After a while, he came back with a sharp knife. The knife looked like an ordinary fruit knife, but it was extremely sharp. As soon as Feng Baobao grasped the handle of the knife, the Qi in her body surged, and the blade flashed a light blue light. She tried it and nodded happily.

In this way, Feng Baobao gave up the shovel and chose this knife, and named it "Okamoto 0.01". The team members were all upset when they heard it, only the old smoker and Taoist Qingfeng didn't understand what it meant. No one explained it, just thought that this name really fit Feng Baobao's style.

Now, everyone has found the equipment that suits them, and the next step is to test their own strength. Huang Miao took Feng Baobao out of Qiankun Pavilion. The team members had been waiting for a long time, and they all looked at Feng Baobao's new weapon curiously. They didn't expect it to be a small knife, and Feng Baobao named it like this, everyone was shocked.

Huang Miao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly changed the subject: "Okay, everyone, pair up in pairs and find an opponent to practice with, to see if you and your equipment are a good match."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Baobao pointed directly at Wang Cheng: "You, be in the same group with me."

Wang Cheng shrank back in fear when he heard this. He could be in a group with anyone except Feng Baobao. Others would stop when they reached a certain point, but Feng Baobao was determined to bury him.

Before Wang Cheng could refuse, the other team members had already moved away. No one wanted to be in the same group with Feng Baobao, she was too amazing and unpredictable.

Wang Cheng had no choice but to accept his fate. The other team members quickly paired up and started a one-on-one contest.

Feng Baobao's first move was a fierce one, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling. Fortunately, Wang Cheng was also a speed type, and with the blessing of the Qiankun Liujin Robe, the two fought hard, leaving only phantoms.

Feng Baobao chased after him relentlessly, while Wang Cheng dodged left and right. After a while, Wang Cheng appeared in front of everyone, panting: "Auntie, who are you? Aren't you tired?"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Baobao had already arrived and stabbed Wang Cheng with a knife: "Not tired..."

Wang Cheng could only continue to flee. The other team members saw it and were happy in their hearts, feeling lucky that they did not run into the pervert Feng Baobao.

Fatty and Feng Baobao also started a fight. Both of them were warriors and had a high opinion of themselves. Fatty's fighting power soared, and he quickly closed the distance with Feng Baobao. If Feng Baobao pulled away, he would suppress her with guns. In this way, no matter who fought with him, they would be passive.

But Feng Baobao was no pushover, and without the need for a spirit to possess him, he fought the fat man on equal terms with the demon-suppressing stick in his hand. Both of them gained a lot of insights during the fight, and the collision of their powers even caused a small vibration.

The contest between Taoist Qingfeng and the old smoker was much more harmonious. Both of them gave each other face and tried their best to cooperate with each other. The old smoker used a wordless edict to ask for the help of Erlang Zhenshen. There was a golden light flashing between his eyebrows, as if he had opened his third eye and burst out with considerable power. Taoist Qingfeng was not to be outdone. He used a peach wood sword and yellow talisman paper together. His moves were simple but powerful.

Wang Siqi and Zhang Lingyu faced off in a Feng Shui duel. Huang Miao set up a formation to allow the two to compete in a balanced Feng Shui force. Otherwise, if they exerted their full strength, the Feng Shui of Lianyun City would be turned upside down.

After the competition, the team members all felt the improvement in their strength due to the equipment. Everyone was overjoyed and thanked Huang Miao before returning to the training room. They still needed time to get used to the equipment. (End of this chapter)