Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 151 Five Plague Messengers (Please subscribe and vote.)
At this time on the field, except for Liu Hongzhong and Jia Zhengliang, the other two were already fighting fiercely.

Jia Zhengliang was holding his cell phone, speaking with a western accent, calling his mother as if no one was around: "Hello, Mom, I'm on the court now, it's okay!"

"Don't worry, this is not a place for random private fights. Everyone knows their limits. I've already said it before, with the seniors from the Ten Lords in charge, this is a fair competition."

"Otherwise I wouldn't have come. Oh, I know, Mom. I've already told you that my brother is such a bad boy. He's going to fall sooner or later."

"Look, look, I just got here and I ran into the victim. I was caught and scolded. I can't even hold my head up when I have such an unlucky brother..."

"Hey, you guys over there, are you two going to fight or not?"

At this time, the two people who were fighting fiercely looked at Liu Hongzhong and Jia Zhengliang. Seeing that the two had no intention of fighting, they couldn't help but question them.

However, Jia Zhengliang did not choose to hang up the phone. Instead, he took out a flying knife from his waist and threw it casually. The flying knife went straight towards the man using the nunchaku.

The man knocked him away with his nunchaku, and then said disdainfully: "Humph, you are a flying knife player, and you are embarrassing yourself with this kind of street show?"

Unexpectedly, the flying knife suddenly changed direction and attacked him again, as agile as a swimming fish.

The man quickly put the nunchaku behind his back, turned the stick, and knocked the flying knife away again.

"This is... the art of controlling objects. I didn't expect there would be such a person in this scene!" another person exclaimed at the right time.

At this time, the man using the nunchaku shouted to Liu Hongzhong and the man who just sighed: "You two, why don't you help me!"

"Ohhh, join forces!"

The two looked at each other and said, "Let's go together!"

Only Liu Hongzhong remained standing there, watching the fight in silence.

"Hey, the one with orange hair, are you dead?"

The fight over there was very intense. Jia Zhengliang took out two flying knives while talking. The three immortal-slaying flying knives slashed at the three people present respectively.

"Oh, you guys were too permissive with my brother in the past, so now you have to control everything about me. Not to mention causing trouble, I rarely even leave the village."

"I really didn't run away because I didn't want to go on a blind date with the village chief's daughter. Mom, do you believe me? When have I ever told a lie..."

"Besides, Mom, what's wrong with liking pretty girls in the city? Why do you insist on letting me date the village chief's daughter? Oh, I really don't have any other ideas, so don't worry about it."

Jia Zhengliang complained while talking on the phone, not realizing that he had already put a lot of pressure on the two people.

"Ah, three!"

Unlike the other two who were panic-stricken, Liu Hongzhong smiled slightly and looked at the Flying Knife flying towards him before he moved. He pushed his glasses and his body was covered by five colored auras.

In an instant, a dark mist rose up and reached the sky.

Five gods appeared from mid-air, wearing five-colored robes and holding an object each. They were the Five Plague Ghost Lords, commanding all the plague ghosts.

These five gods were like guardian gods, with proud beards and majestic looks, protecting Liu Hongzhong among them. Behind them were thousands of evil spirits following in the colorful plague aura.

Liu Hongzhong held a plague pill bead in his hand, within which the Qi of the five plagues flowed continuously, corresponding to the five plague messengers.

Facing the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, Qiu Wen Zhao Gongming held a white paper fan and fanned it at the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife. A pale mist came out of the fan, mixed with bitter wind and rain. The Immortal Slaying Flying Knife rusted as soon as it entered the fan, and Jia Zhengliang felt that his connection with the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife was shaky.

Jia Zhengliang turned around, quickly withdrew the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, looked at Liu Hongzhong with a serious expression, and said, "Mom, don't say anything, I met a powerful character."

"Don't worry, your son is not a vegetarian..."

Finally, Jia Zhengliang hung up the phone, looked at Liu Hongzhong and said seriously, "Looking at your uniform, you should be in the same group as those people, right?"

"As expected, each of you is extraordinary. I met a man wearing glasses before. He was very good at Buddhist skills, and now it's you."

"Can you tell me where you came from?"

Liu Hongzhong pushed up his glasses and said with a smile, "Sorry, there are rules and I can't say it!"

Afterwards, Liu Hongzhong turned to look at the other two, spread his hands and said, "You two, I have given you enough opportunities to show off. Now you should leave. If you are hurt by my Five Plague Gods, it will not be a pleasant experience."

The two looked at Liu Hongzhong's kind look, and then looked at Jia Zhengliang, only to see that twelve immortal-slaying flying knives appeared around Jia Zhengliang and surrounded him.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart, this is a fight between gods, how come they meet each other at the very beginning?

However, the two of them still insisted: "If you ask us to retreat, then we will retreat. Wouldn't that make us lose face?"

"Oh, in that case, I'll give you two a ride!"

Liu Hongzhong's mind moved, and Qiu Wen Zhao Gongming held a white paper fan in his hand, from which a tornado of strong north wind surged up. With a fan, the tornado swept the two of them directly and sent them into the sky.

"What a disgusting feeling!"

"I will definitely come back!"

The two hugged each other tightly, and were finally blown out of the venue by the tornado, and landed safely on a big tree on the back mountain of Longhu Mountain.

At this time, several of the ten bosses in the stands had already recognized Liu Hongzhong's methods and the five divine figures.

"Hahaha, a boy's fate. I didn't expect that by holding such a grand Luotian Ceremony, I could actually bring out such a fate that is rarely seen in a century." Zhang Zhiwei smiled and stroked his beard.

Lu Jin had extraordinary eyesight, and nodded solemnly: "Not only that, look at the orb in his hand. If I'm not mistaken, it should be a treasure that can spread plague, right?"

"Add the two together. Given time, with the help of the Five Plague Gods, this kid might become another Plague Immortal!"

Zhang Zhiwei turned his eyes and looked at Lu Jin: "Little Plague Fairy? There are very few people who can be praised by you, Old Lu. What, do you want to cultivate him?"

Lu Jin shook his head: "How can it be my turn? Besides, this boy's life is equivalent to a great killing weapon in ancient times. The only one who is truly qualified to hold this plague knife is probably that boy."

Of course Zhang Zhiwei knew who Lu Jin was talking about, and nodded in agreement.

Among the other ten leaders, some had flickering eyes and no one knew what they were thinking, especially Tang Miaoxing, the leader of the Tang Clan.

Seeing this, Lu Jin couldn't help but warn: "Old men, be careful and don't make any mistakes. We can't afford to offend the power behind this man."

(End of this chapter)