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

Chapter 300: Yan Yu's second stage of acting as a god, the lotus is about to speak

"Hey, uncle-master, you haven't left yet?" Wang Ye touched the back of his head and said respectfully.

Even his appearance has changed. It seems that he has not even grasped the edge of Fenghou Qimen.

Zhou Sheng snorted coldly, "I only took a closer look because I was worried. If I leave first, you will die here right after I leave!"

“Take your time to comprehend it, you blockhead!” After saying that, Zhou Sheng turned into a ball of black smoke and rolled into the air.

"Okay, I'll see you off to my uncle-master~" Wang Ye bowed towards the place where the smoke had dissipated and relaxed his body exhaustedly.

"Oh, everyone is working so hard! I am exhausted, but there won't be any more troubles next time, right?"

Ok?
Wang Ye turned around suddenly and saw a huge cloud of dust rising in the center of the stadium. A group of people hurriedly chased after him.

The three older sisters at the front were full of anger, holding long swords and axes, and leading the way.

"I remember these are... Zhuge Qing's fan club!"

"Good boy! May you be blessed with infinite happiness!!"

With a sigh, Wang Ye, who was already exhausted and sweating profusely, started to run away again.

"Stop! Bull nose!"

"Dead Fish Eyes, don't run! You're preventing us from seeing Ah Qing's heroic performance next. What are you going to do in return?!"

"Do you know how hard our Qingqing works? She practices for sixty hours every day, and even with a high fever of ninety degrees, she still insists on the Oil Hammer Initiation!"

Wang Ye stretched out his legs and yelled at the back while running, "Big sister, warlocks don't practice oil hammer initiation!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Anyway, you made Ah Qing's efforts go to waste! You must have used some tricks!"

Wang Ye smiled bitterly and ran towards the suburbs, hearing screams and shouts behind him.

"Stop it right there, you little brat!" An old voice was heard amid the angry shouts.

Wang Ye looked back and was stunned for a moment. It turned out to be Lu Jin, one of the Ten Lords.

He paused, turned around and said to Lu Jin: "Mr. Lu, how come even you..."

Lu Jin waved his hands expressionlessly and roared, "Who is chasing you? I am chasing the person next to you! Don't run, Huan boy. I caught you as a flame clone yesterday, but today I finally caught your real body!"

"Huh?" Wang Ye turned his head to look to the other side in confusion, and saw Yan Huan running past him like the wind.

As Yan Huan ran, he turned back and said to Lu Jin, "Mr. Lu, you are being disrespectful. Winning and losing are common. Why are you doing this?"

Lu Jin's face was filled with anger, his long beard fluttering, and he said sternly: "It's not about winning or losing, but about the means of the game!"

Yan Huan disagreed and replied, "Who said before that we shouldn't get angry with the younger generation?"

Lu Jin frowned, and with anger burning in his heart, he shouted sternly: "With your strength and cultivation, how can you be a junior at all!?"

"You sat in the row of the Ten Masters when watching the game, and now you want to sit at the children's table when eating!?"

After saying that, he casually drew a five-thunder talisman out of thin air. In an instant, lightning flashed, thunder exploded, and the momentum was terrifying.

Seeing that things were not going well, Yan Huan spread out his arms, and his body turned into a light flying bird. He flapped his wings and flew away in an instant, as fast as a passing gust of wind, and disappeared in the distance in the blink of an eye.

After the incident, he did not forget to remind Wang Ye: "Old Wang, be careful, this Mr. Lu is serious."

"Okay, okay! You still have this trick up your sleeve, right?" Lu Jin was stunned at first, then he put two fingers together and lightly tapped the talisman.

"Take my thunder talisman first!"

The thunder from the explosion of the Five Thunder Talisman surged in the sky above the forest path, flashes of lightning radiated in all directions, and the huge sound of thunder was almost deafening.

Wang was also startled by the sudden sound. Lightning exploded beside him. Several tiny and dazzling lightning splashed three inches away from where he stood, burning out charred pits.

"Old Yan, you never do anything good except cheating me every day!"

"No... This is too unlucky!" Wang Ye sighed inwardly, and kicked his feet suddenly. His figure moved around swiftly, dodging the exploding thunder in a panic.

"Mr. Lu, you hit me accurately! We didn't offend you at all!"

At this time, on a big tree nearby, Feng Baobao sat quietly on the trunk, holding a shovel in her hand, and calmly watched the harassment on the road. After observing secretly for a while, she silently jumped into the bushes beside her and disappeared in the green shadow.

After a while, when Lu Jin's anger gradually dissipated, the power of the talisman also weakened. Yan Huan turned back into human form, stepped back to Lu Jin, and said softly: "Mr. Lu, don't forget that we are sorcerers. We have the means to explore souls and call back souls. If it doesn't work, I will go and take a look at your great-granddaughter?"

After hearing this, Lu Jin calmed down a lot, but still snorted coldly.

"I don't doubt your ability at all, but Linglong's problem has been going on for a long time."

"If it hadn't been brought out by your sister's tricks, I would have thought it had stopped."

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The Lu family has an ancient and elegant style and a pure family tradition.

The lobby is neatly decorated, with several ancient paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls, revealing a strong Confucian elegance. The long carved table in the center is filled with ancient books, and next to it are three or four pots of green plants in full bloom, with an alluring fragrance.

At this time, a straw mat was spread in front of the lobby. Lu Linglong, dressed in plain white clothes, was sitting cross-legged on the mat with a calm expression, cultivating her mind and cultivating her character.

Her plain white dress and pretty face made her temperament at this moment as pure and elegant as an orchid, giving people a feeling of being out of touch with the world.

Next to Lu Linglong, cousin Lu Lin sat upright on a chair, just watching silently without saying a word.

After a long time, Lu Linglong slowly opened her eyes, let out a long breath, then supported her arms behind her back and relaxed her tense body.

Seeing this, Lu Lin said, "Everyone has adjusted their breathing, so what happened in yesterday's competition?"

Lu Linglong raised her head and thought for a moment, then smiled calmly, "It's no big deal, it's just that I didn't have the right heart. Besides, I won! But I didn't hold back when I ran away, and I hurt Sister Yan Yu, so I have to go and apologize."

"Huh - your temper..." Lu Lin let out a long sigh. He knew his cousin's character best.

That’s why I was skeptical about the game I didn’t see yesterday.

"Where is the master?" Lu Linglong raised her head, leaned back and looked at the empty armchair.

"He went out early in the morning and said he was going to look for someone. I guess he wanted to ask someone to handle your affairs." Lu Lin replied.

Lu Linglong simply replied, "Oh."

Because of the trauma she experienced when she witnessed her mother being murdered as a child, she developed severe self-destructive tendencies, a penchant for wasting blood, and a mentality that bordered on addiction.

When Lu Linglong was choosing a master, she finally picked Baiyun Temple of the Quanzhen Longmen Sect. The reason was that Baiyun Temple was the first of the ten monasteries in Quanzhen, and there were many talented Taoists living in the temple. The techniques of cultivating the mind and tempering the character were very helpful in polishing the mind and resolving hostility.

After so many years, that self-destructive tendency has indeed been suppressed, but it has not completely disappeared.

The Lu family tried many methods and invited many talented people, but most of them were of no avail.

In terms of therapeutic effect, it is not even as good as Lu Linglong's own cultivation skills.

It is precisely because of the above reasons that Lu Linglong now has almost no confidence in the means of external interference.

"Hmm..." The two people in the hall looked at each other in silence. Lu Linglong let out a long sigh and started talking.

"Then tell me about yesterday."

"Brother, do you know the divine mask of the Jiangxi Yan family?"

The disciples of the Lu family learned different things, and they also came from various sects and schools. Seeing and hearing about some extraordinary people's methods was not a rare thing in Lu Lin's eyes, so he was naturally clear about it.

"know."

"Yan Yu's performance as a god was normal at the beginning. He was only able to change the trajectory and strength of the surrounding airflow. This can be simply understood as the ability to utilize the wind..."

“But after entering the second stage of God Acting, something was wrong.”

Lu Lin raised his hand to his chin and thought carefully for a moment. This divine mask requires a certain level of performance, and it is extremely difficult to steal faith. Among the existing older generations, few can safely enter the second level.

It is not easy to achieve such accomplishments at such a young age.

"I know what you're thinking, brother." Lu Linglong said, "She relies on the deeply rooted image on the screen, and she plays herself."

"After entering the second stage, the special ability brought by the godhood, according to Yan Yu himself, is called 'Lotus is about to speak'."

Lu Lin nodded thoughtfully: "It sounds quite artistic..."

"Yes, it's very artistic. It has made me so exhausted." Lu Linglong rolled her eyes at her cousin next to her.

The lotus is so beautiful that it wants to speak, but it worries the boatman...

(End of this chapter)