Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

Five hundred meters is just a matter of two heartbeats for a Cherokee speeding at 140 km/h.

The screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground shattered the tranquility of the national highway, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning rubber.

At this moment, Feng Baobao's expressionless face showed only focus.

"Wood, this yellow light, can it withstand it?"

Feng Baobao didn't turn her head, and Trump continued his straightforward speech, but in this life-or-death race, he exuded an eerie calmness.

In the back seat, Yan Sen's legs were still crossed, and the unrestrained smile on his lips stood out brightly in the dimly lit car.

With a thought, the earthy yellow light covering the vehicle instantly solidified, like flowing golden armor.

"Don't worry, I can handle it. Silly girl, turns out you're not so silly after all."

"Then sit tight!"

After receiving Yan Sen's affirmative reply, Feng Baobao stepped on the gas and welded herself directly to the base plate.

The Cherokee, which should have drifted along the curve, defied the laws of physics at this moment. Instead of slowing down or cornering, it swung like a cannonball, relentlessly turning 180 degrees and charging headlong into the black Toyota Prado that was right behind it.

"Holy crap!!" Xu Si's face turned pale, and he frantically tried to pull off the seatbelt.

"Three," Feng Baobao began counting down.

Yan Sen made a hand seal with his left hand, and his buttocks were rooted to the seat. The layer of "spleen earth golden light" not only protected the car, but also the people inside.

"two."

The four people in the black SUV opposite were completely dumbfounded.

According to their previous script, the car in front should have already had a flat tire, overturned, or started to flee in panic.

But now, the dark green jeep looked like a rhinoceros clad in golden armor, its blood-red eyes glaring as it roared and launched a suicidal charge at them.

"Crazy! Everyone on that bus is crazy!"

The fat man driving the car trembled violently with his fleshy face. He instinctively tried to brake and swerve, but in a head-on collision with a relative speed of nearly 300 miles per hour, any action would be futile.

"Abandon the car! Otherwise, you're dead!"

The boy in the back seat, who possessed supernatural visual abilities, suddenly felt his eyes blaze with blue light. In his vision, the layer of yellowish-brown light resembled a massive, incredibly dense mountain moving at high speed!

If you crash into it, you'll be smashed to pieces.

"Jump!"

The tall, thin man in the passenger seat reacted the fastest, ripping off his seatbelt and kicking the car door as he rolled out. The others, disregarding their disheveled appearance, followed suit.

"one."

As Feng Baobao's calm voice fell, the two steel beasts crashed together in the middle of the national highway.

"boom--!!!"

There was no harsh, twisting sound of steel, only a dull, deafening roar.

With the blessing of Yan Senpi Tu Jin Guang Buzhou Mountain, the Cherokee was now incredibly hard. It was like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, instantly smashing the front of the Toyota Prado to pieces. The engine compartment collapsed directly into the driver's cabin, followed by the crisp sound of the chassis breaking.

The enormous impact caused both cars to be lifted into the air simultaneously, where they tumbled and became entangled.

Sparks generated by the intense friction of the sheet metal exploded like fireworks, landing precisely in the river of gasoline flowing out after the Prado's fuel tank ruptured.

"call--"

The crimson lotus flames rose from the ground.

"Let's go too. A car crash is one thing, but we might not be able to withstand an explosion!"

While the car was still tumbling in the air, Yan Sen kicked the badly deformed car door away.

"Spleen Earth, Golden Light, Perfect Understanding!"

Yan Sen gave a low shout, and the golden light that was originally covering the car body instantly contracted, turning into three golden orbs of light that enveloped him, Xu Si, and Feng Baobao respectively.

The three of them shot out from the wreckage that was about to explode, like three golden meteors.

Yan Sen's formidable life force, capable of instantly killing Zhuge Qing with a single punch, was on full display at this moment. The moment his toes touched the ground, the ground cracked instantly. Using this recoil, he moved like lightning, darting more than thirty meters away in two seconds, and landed steadily beside the roadside drainage ditch.

"Boom—!!"

Behind them, the wreckage of two vehicles crashed to the ground, followed by a deafening second explosion. The shockwave, carrying flames and debris, swept wildly in all directions, tearing away the roadside guardrails.

Xu Si landed beside Yan Sen, his posture a bit awkward, but fortunately he was unharmed.

The cigarette he was holding in his mouth hadn't fallen out of his mouth during the chaos; instead, it was ignited by a spark that flew through the air.

Xu Si took a deep breath, the pungent smoke filling his lungs and slightly calming his wildly beating heart.

"Damn, are all young people these days so reckless?"

Xu Si exhaled a smoke ring, looked at the sea of ​​fire in front of him, and glanced at Feng Baobao and Yan Sen beside him with a complicated expression: "And Baobao, next time you want to come up with this new trick of mutual destruction, can you give me a heads-up in advance? The way you two are making me feel like an outsider is really embarrassing."

"Okay."

Feng Baobao tidied her slightly messy long hair, gave Yan Sen a thumbs up, and said earnestly on her dirty little face: "Wood, our combination move is really awesome."

Yan Sen's temple throbbed, and he put his left hand to his forehead, looking helpless.

"I told you, don't call me a blockhead... Forget it, I can't reason with you, you silly woman. Call me whatever you want."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Sen's eyes suddenly sharpened.

He swung his right hand down from top to bottom with a sudden, nonchalant gesture, as if he were shooing away flies.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

The four crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The lingering yellowish-brown light surged again, transforming into a semi-transparent wall that blocked the way for the three.

Above the golden light, four dark blue steel needles were trembling and stuck there, their ends still vibrating violently, clearly indicating immense force.

"Don't interrupt people when they're speaking; it's basic manners, you bastards from Quanxing!"

Xu Si gritted his teeth and sneered. He didn't make any big moves, but just bent his legs slightly and assumed a horse stance, with one hand facing outwards. Then he suddenly pulled it into his arms.

"Get the hell over here!"

Human magnetism!

On the canopy of a large tree not far away, before the round-faced woman could even lament why her blowgun had been blocked again, she felt an irresistible suction force descend from nowhere.

She was like a piece of clothing being pulled by an invisible hand. With a scream, she was dragged sideways and flew uncontrollably toward Xu Si.

"Baby!" Xu Si whispered.

"I understand!"

The instant Yan Sen withdrew the golden light, Feng Baobao also moved.

She ignored the woman flying towards Xu Si, and instead, with a flick of her wrist, the kitchen knife, which had been hidden somewhere, transformed into a streak of cold light and flew out of her hand.

The cleaver didn't fly towards anyone; instead, it spun strangely and sliced ​​towards an open space about ten meters to Yan Sen's left.

At the same time, Feng Baobao lowered her body and darted out, almost skimming the ground, as fast as a cheetah hunting its prey.

"Ding!"

The kitchen knife struck the open ground with a metallic clang, sparks flying everywhere.

The previously empty air suddenly distorted, like a calm surface of water being broken. The fat man who had been driving earlier suddenly appeared there, holding a short dagger, staring in horror at the kitchen knife that had been knocked away.

Clearly, the fat man had used some kind of "magic maze" or "optical camouflage" technique to conceal himself, intending to launch a sneak attack amidst the chaos.

Unfortunately, he encountered Feng Baobao, a monster who fought entirely on her animal instincts.

"Holy crap!" the fat man exclaimed. Just as he was about to retaliate, Feng Baobao's cloth-shoe-clad foot kicked straight into his face.

The battlefield was instantly divided.

As for Yan Sen, things are not peaceful either.

Just as Xu Si and Feng Baobao were about to fight, a gust of evil wind brushed against his back.

The tall, thin man who had been sitting in the passenger seat had somehow gotten behind Yan Sen. He made a claw with one hand and a "phoenix eye hammer" stance with the other, his arm veins bulging, clearly using all his strength, and was grabbing at Yan Sen's Dazhui acupoint on the back of his neck at an extremely fast speed.

"You little brat, your protective golden aura is gone. Let's see how arrogant you are now!"

A cruel glint flashed in the tall, thin man's eyes. In his view, a sorcerer like Yan Sen, who relied on magical artifacts or protective mechanisms, was a lamb to the slaughter once he was brought close.

"It seems they're treating me like an easy target."

Yan Sen didn't turn around, nor did he make any defensive move. He just stood there, leisurely stretching, his whole body loose and full of openings.

"Trying to withstand my 'Swallow Skimming the Water' with your bare hands? You're practically asking for death!"

The tall, thin man's sneer intensified, and his claws moved even faster.

However, just as he was about to touch Yan Sen's skin, a sudden change occurred.

"Buzz—"

The ground did not shake, but the tall, thin man felt as if the ground beneath his feet had suddenly turned into quicksand, or as if it had turned into living tentacles.

A strange and heavy suction force was not acting on his body, but directly on the Qi that was circulating rapidly within him.

"This is……"

The tall, thin man was horrified. He felt as if the Qi in his leg meridians was "stuck" by something, and the originally smooth circulation of Qi instantly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable soreness shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

He, a martial arts expert who had practiced Xingyi Quan for thirty years and whose lower body was as stable as Mount Tai, actually... had his legs go weak at the crucial moment of making a move?

"Thump!"

There is no suspense.

The tall, thin man's knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground as if performing a grand salute to Yan Sen. His fierce "swallow skimming the water" move, having lost its balance, turned into a laughable face-plant.

The boy hiding in the distant woods, using visual lock, saw everything clearly.

In his supernatural vision, the Qi within five meters of Yan Sen changed color and nature in an instant.

The originally peaceful natural Qi suddenly transformed into countless bluish-black, snake-like fine threads. These threads burrowed into the soles of the tall, thin man's feet, instantly binding his lower limb meridians, locking his Qi tightly, and beginning to frantically corrode and assimilate it.

That's...poison? No, it's something far more terrifying than poison.

"Ganmu Xiangliu."

Yan Sen slowly turned around and looked down at the tall, thin man lying at his feet, struggling to lift his head.

At this moment, the cyan-gold light in Yan Sen's eyes had completely turned into a deep, dark green, exuding an eerie and sinister aura.

"Is this stance... Xingyi Quan?"

Yan Sen lifted his foot, and the foot, which was wearing an ordinary sneaker, seemed to hold immense power.

"That works well."

"Bang!"

Yan Sen stepped on the back of the tall, thin man's head.

Showing no mercy whatsoever.

The arrogant expert who was just moments ago had his head stomped into the ground the next moment.

At this moment, exactly thirty seconds had passed since the two cars exploded.

Yan Sen withdrew his foot, wiped the bloodstains from the sole of his shoe on the grass by the roadside, then raised his head. His cold gaze seemed to pierce through the trees and into the eyes of the terrified boy. A gentle smile appeared on his lips.

"You little spying mouse, if you don't come out soon..."

"I'll first cripple your eyes, then I'll personally drag you out. Have you thought it through?"