The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 82 People who don’t belong to this world

Wang Ye's mouth twitched. What kind of person is this?

The first time they met, he forced him to spar with him. The second time they met, he wanted to chop him after just a few words.
Is everyone out there so troublesome? This world is too chaotic. He wants to go back to Wudang.
Wang Ye took a deep breath and spread his hands: "Qin Ye, no matter where you learned it from, I can't give you Fenghou Qimen."

call!
The breeze blew, lifting the fallen leaves on the ground. Before he finished speaking, Qin Ye had already arrived in front of Wang Ye. He stretched out his big hand, spread his five fingers to stir the air flow, and grabbed straight for his neck.

Wang Ye cursed inwardly. This was the first time he had met such a person.

Although he didn't know much about the strange people in the circle, he knew that this kind of people were definitely rare. They were like bandits and were completely different from the other contestants.

He forced himself to move backwards while taking a light step with one foot.

A strange eight trigrams disc invisible to others appeared under his feet. He then raised his sword fingers and shouted:

"Luanjin Tuo!"

Master Zhen Lao had consumed too much of his energy before, and now forcibly opening the Fenghou Qimen would put a considerable strain on his body.

Wang Ye frowned, ready to bear the burden of using the Golden Watchman, and even put the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, ready to vomit blood.

However, I soon realized that nothing was wrong with me. Although my body was still tired, it did not add any additional burden.

But the person in front of him was indeed intimidated by his chaotic golden drum.

'what's going on? '

The Golden Watchman is a spell in Fenghou Qimen that controls the speed of change of things. The more powerful a person is in the world, the more difficult it is to control them.

Wang Ye looked at the man in front of him whose movements had slowed down countless times. If the old Taoist priest's weight in this world was like Mount Tai, then the man in front of him was not even a grain of sand.

It's like a person who doesn't belong to this world!

The old Taoist priest can only suppress the enemy for a moment, but this person can suppress the enemy for a lifetime as long as the Qimen Bureau is not blocked.

Although he didn't know the reason, Wang still breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he could calm it down. He was afraid that he couldn't.

"Qin Ye, your fate is so humble that I'm afraid you can't bear the responsibility of being the queen. I'm not mocking you. If you have a humble fate and can accept your fate, you can be free. Coveting material things will only be a burden."

"If you let go, I will undo the spell now. Otherwise, I will have to knock you out. If you agree, just move your left pinky finger."

Qin Ye was completely indifferent to the question of whether it was contemptible or not, because he didn't listen to what Wang Ye said at all, but was carefully feeling the changes in himself.

He felt disconnected from the world, and strangely, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which he didn't know where it came from.

He only knew that the Golden Watchman seemed to be a great nemesis to him.

But he is not without means of coping.

With a thought, thousands of blades were unsheathed in an instant, and the sharp blades shattered with a sound of breaking through the air, turning into countless broken blades of dim light that shot out violently.

"I rely on!"

Wang had not expected the other party to have such a trick, and immediately shouted in fear: "The golden watchman, the watchman, the watchman!"

In an instant, large pieces of broken blades stopped around him, surrounding him like a sky full of stars.

But before he could catch his breath, Qin Ye in front of him disappeared without a trace.

This shocked Wang Ye greatly, and he opened his mouth slightly in amazement.

He disappeared after being subdued by the Golden Watchman. This trip to Mount Longhu really refreshed his knowledge.

Wang Ye took a deep breath and quietly sensed the surrounding situation.

Suddenly, he felt a chill from the water splashing down his back. Without even turning his head, he raised his sword finger.
"Luanjin Tuo!"

After being calmed down, Wang Ye disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he had escaped from the range of the broken blade and was five meters away.

In Fenghou Qimen Bureau, he can control all changes in time and space, and changing direction is just basic operation.

Wang Ye turned around and looked over, finally knowing how the other party disappeared.

The shadow under the other person's feet seemed to turn into a quagmire, swallowing him up and disappearing in an instant.

"Damn, that's such a scoundrel! Well, just take your time." Seeing this, Wang Ye disappeared again and then reappeared ten meters away. He then flicked his sleeves and ran away.

If he had been able to waste some time with the old Taoist priest before fighting, but given his current physical condition, he really couldn't afford to waste time.

As Wang Ye walked away, the broken blades in the sky were no longer bound and gathered together, turning into long swords again and falling into the hands of Qin Ye who walked out of the shadows.

The Luanjin Watchman's Art is indeed able to defeat him, and the Fenghou Qimen Art is indeed more mysterious than other magical skills.

However, the opening of Fenghou Qimen is time-limited. Wang Ye has not yet sought inner knowledge and cannot truly become a king. As long as the opening time is delayed, Wang Ye will be just a fish on the chopping board.

Just as he was about to step on the rabbit to catch up, a creepy voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Little guy, why don't you sleep so late at night and come to my mountain to fight?"

Qin Ye turned around quickly, his body floating out like willow catkins, and at the same time, the hand holding the knife was about to swing, but when he saw the appearance of the person coming, he stopped.

"Oh? Tang Sect Xubu?" Zhang Zhiwei put his hands in his sleeves and asked with great interest: "Is this little guy from Tang Sect?"

Qin Ye's eyes were deep. Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was extremely horrified inside. Fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead. The sense of crisis he just felt was something he had never experienced before.

It’s like you are sleeping and suddenly find someone standing at the head of your bed staring at you. You wake up in shock and don’t know when this person has been standing at the head of your bed staring at you.

This feeling of unknown and loss of security is scary.

The other party can appear behind him silently, so he can naturally attack him silently.

The ability to sense airflow failed for the first time. Is this top-notch person so strong that he can ignore the laws of physics?

I don't know if I can kill it with full firepower.

This was the first time that Qin Ye doubted his ability, simply because the pressure from the other party was too strong.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Zhang Zhiwei may be just an ordinary old man, but because the gap is too big, the "mud" can never know the height of the "cloud".

Only those with higher cultivation levels can clearly appreciate how terrifying the existence standing above the clouds is.

After harvesting so much innate Qi, Qin Ye also sorted out a set of levels.

先天一炁下等在0.1~0.9，中等1~4.9，上等5~9.9，特等10+。

Ding Shimaan is a special grade one, with a Life Essence of 12. Qin Ye estimates that his normal state should be around 20.

But Zhang Zhiwei is unfathomable.

"Little guy, don't be so nervous." Zhang Zhiwei smiled kindly: "I was just joking with you."

Qin Ye exhaled, sheathed his sword, and then clenched his right fist and held it with his left hand: "Qin Ye, I have no sect or school."

"What about your Xu Bu?"

"Stealed."

It’s not that Qin Ye doesn’t want to admit that he has joined the Tang Sect, but he is in a lot of trouble now, so it’s better not to get too involved with others.

"Tsk tsk, the little guy is really good at learning the Xubu step secretly in the Tang Sect."

Zhang Zhiwei looked very kind, with a benevolent smile on his face. He did not put on airs towards his juniors and was very fashionable, not old-fashioned. If a pedantic person heard that he was stealing knowledge, he would definitely denounce his behavior instead of praising him.

Qin Ye said nothing: "If there is nothing else, goodbye."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded slightly: "Go ahead, but don't wander around in the mountains at night. The mountains have been a bit uneasy lately."

Qin Ye knew that the other party was referring to the Wang family searching the mountain, and was hinting that he should not chase Wang Ye.

There was no response, and the shadows beneath his feet squirmed and disappeared.

“Young people nowadays…”

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the place where Qin Ye disappeared, his smile gradually faded, his eyes became deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)