Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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Cheng Mo put his arm on Tu Junfang's shoulder and watched the fight with great interest: "Is this fat man from the Mo Jin Soft Bone Sect? Liang Ting actually left behind such a successor."

Xia He corrected him: "Little Taoist, you're wrong. Didn't Grandpa Xia just say that this is a descendant of their Mo Jin Rou Gu Sect, not Liang Ting's?"

Tu Junfang looked at the two of them in surprise: "You two both know Liang Ting?"

He himself had traveled all over the country and only managed to deduce this person from a few words; no one had ever told him anything in detail.

Cheng Mo put his arm around his shoulder and said, "Old Tu, you have to understand that there is a difference between people who have a lineage and those who don't, and the difference between different lineages is also very large."

Tu Junfang: "..."

Xia He patted Cheng Mo: "Little Taoist, don't discourage the strange old man. Don't provoke him to release the three corpses he's managed to suppress."

Tu Junfang smiled wryly: "Miss Xia, you're overthinking it."

Cheng Mo said nonchalantly, "That's right. Even if he gets provoked again, we can just beat him up and suppress him."

Tu Junfang: "..."

Xia He glared at Cheng Mo: "Little Taoist priest, I find that you're getting more and more annoying with your words. You can't keep bullying Uncle just because he's an honest man now."

Cheng Mo thought for a moment and nodded: "That's true. We shouldn't fight our own people when there are outsiders around."

He rolled up his sleeves: "Watch me beat this fat guy up!"

Cheng Mo stepped forward, and the array patterns beneath his feet flashed.

"The character 'Kun' represents the Earth River Chariot!"

A crack appeared in the ground, extending forward from Cheng Mo's feet, and the crack was positioned right between Xia Liuqing and Zhang San'er.

An earthen wall rose from the crack, separating the two.

Xia Liuqing was whipping Zhang San'er when the whip struck the earthen wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He paused for a moment, took two steps back, and then calmed down: "Cheng, you go!"

Cheng Mo waved his hands repeatedly, and before the earthen wall could fall, he added another one.

"The character 'Separation'—a meteor shower!"

Five fireballs rose up simultaneously, lined up in a row, and hung in mid-air, heading straight for Zhang San'er's face.

Zhang San'er unleashed both fists simultaneously, smashing the fireballs one after another, sending sparks flying and burning small craters into the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment he was distracted, Cheng Mo flashed the array patterns under his feet.

"The character '坎' (Kan) – a waterspout!"

A column of water rose from the ground, circled his body, and rushed towards Zhang San'er.

Zhang San'er punched the water column, causing it to explode and turn into a cloud of water mist.

Before he could even catch his breath, the ground beneath his feet suddenly softened.

"The character 'Kun' signifies a sinkhole!"

The ground beneath Zhang San'er's feet sank like quicksand, and he sank down until his knees and below were completely submerged.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Cheng Mo, gritting his teeth: "You're asking for death!" He struggled to pull away, but Cheng Mo added another blow.

Cheng Mo gave him no chance to catch his breath.

"The character '巽' (xùn) represents a wind blade."

Several wind blades flew out from Cheng Mo's fingertips, whistling as they flew towards Zhang San'er.

Zhang San'er crossed his arms in front of him to protect himself. The wind blades cut into his arms, making a grating metallic sound. His sleeves were cut into strips, but only a few white marks were left on his arms.

Cheng Mo exclaimed, "Oh! It's pretty hard."

His hands never stopped; earthen walls, water columns, fireballs, and wind blades came out one after another, in an endless stream.

Zhang San'er was pinned down and unable to lift his head, forced to defend passively. He tried to break free, but each time he took a step, he was forced back by a spell. He tried to dodge to the side, but Cheng Mo's spell seemed to have eyes, always managing to block his path in advance.

Xia Liuqing watched Cheng Mo unleash one spell after another, and her eyes twitched.

Does this brat think his Qi is free?

Zhang San'er was pinned down and beaten for almost a minute, finally...

"The character '艮' (Gen) – 'Mountain pressing down!'"

An invisible force pressed down on Zhang San'er's shoulders, causing him to sink halfway into the ground.

Cheng Mo squatted by the pit, looking down at Zhang San'er, who was now only half-dead: "Should we still fight?"

Zhang San'er's eyes were bloodshot, the flesh on his cheeks was trembling, and his mouth was stuffed with a lump of yellow mud, so he couldn't utter a single word.

Cheng Mo clapped his hands, turned to look at Xia Liuqing, and said with a look of disdain, "Grandpa, you're really getting old. Back in the day, you were able to fight Liang Ting to a draw. How come you're still fighting a junior to a draw?"

Xia Liuqing's face darkened: "That's because I didn't use my full strength!"

Just as he was about to explain, a roar came from the pit.

"What did you say?!"

Zhang San'er actually swallowed the lump of yellow mud. His muscles swelled, his veins bulged, and his skin took on a metallic sheen, turning silvery-white and gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The soil around the pit was shaken outwards by the force of the Qi, and pebbles and clods of earth flew far away.

His frame was also getting bigger; his shoulders were half a foot wider, and he grew to over two meters tall. His clothes were stretched taut, and his sleeves had several tears.

The most bizarre thing was that his body became flexible, as if he had no bones. His neck could rotate 360 ​​degrees, his arms could bend backwards, and his waist could twist to the point where his back was touching his buttocks.

Cheng Mo took two steps back and watched the scene with great interest.

Xia Liuqing also took a few steps back, muttering to herself, "This kid actually has some skills."

Zhang San'er pulled himself out of the pit, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

He stared at Cheng Mo, his eyes bloodshot: "Say it again."

Cheng Mo looked him up and down and nodded: "There's potential."

He stomped his foot, and the ground cracked open, with soil gushing out and flowing towards Zhang San'er like a river.

"The character 'Kun' represents the Earth River Chariot."

The mud mixed with gravel flowed like a gray river from Cheng Mo's feet toward Zhang San'er, instantly engulfing him.

Zhang San'er waved his hands in the mudslide, tearing a gash in it. He rushed out, his entire body covered in mud, his silvery-white skin obscured by the mud, leaving only his eyes shining through the mud.

He took a three-meter step and punched Cheng Mo.

The fist made a whooshing sound as it was punched, and the compressed air emitted a sharp whistling sound.

Cheng Mo neither dodged nor avoided, but instead formed hand seals.

"The character '坎' (Kan) is like a waterspout."

A jet of water rose from the ground, twice as thick as before, and struck Zhang San'er's fist directly.

The water column was punched by the fist, leaving a dent. The water splashed everywhere but remained concentrated. The water column spun, entangled Zhang San'er's fist, and pulled it to the side.

Zhang San'er's fist grazed Cheng Mo's ear and slammed into the ground behind him, creating a crater the size of a washbasin.

Cheng Mo dodged to the side, waving his hands in quick succession.

"The character '离' (li) is like a shooting star."

Five fireballs flew out at the same time, circling around Zhang San'er. The fireballs spun faster and faster, forming a ring of fire around him. The heat of the flames distorted the air.

Zhang San'er charged left and right through the ring of fire, but each time he rushed in one direction, a fireball would block his way and force him back.

His silvery-white skin began to turn red under the scorching heat of the flames, changing from silvery-white to dark red, and from dark red to dark gray.

"The character '巽' (xùn) represents a wind blade."

The wind blades were twice as dense as before, flying towards Zhang San'er from all directions, making crisp clanging sounds as they sliced ​​into his body.

Zhang San'er roared and slammed his hands down on the ground.

The ground exploded, rubble flew everywhere, the fire ring was shattered, the wind blades were broken, and the water column was shaken.

He burst out from the center of the explosion, his whole body covered in smoke, his silvery-white skin had turned dark gray, and cracks had even appeared in some places.

The array patterns beneath Cheng Mo's feet flashed again.

"The character 'Kun' signifies a sinkhole!"

The ground beneath Zhang San'er's feet began to sink, but this time he was prepared. He stomped his feet and jumped out of the pit, leaping into the air and pouncing down on Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo looked up at him, her hands forming a hand seal.

"The character '巽' (Xun) represents wind pressure!"

An invisible force pressed down from above, like a giant hand pressing down on Zhang San'er.

Zhang San'er paused for a moment in mid-air, then was forced to fall, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"The character 'Kun' signifies a sinkhole!"

Zhang San'er sank down, the mud covering his ankles, his calves, and his knees.

He tried to pull his leg away, but it felt like it was welded to the ground and wouldn't budge.

He tried to bend down and brace himself with his hands, but as soon as his hands touched the ground, dirt surged up and wrapped around his wrists.