Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 81 You Have to Be Ruthless When You Strike (Please Subscribe)

On the other side, Cheng Mo and Xia He were standing leisurely at the kitchen door.

In the kitchen, a member of the Medicine Immortal Society was pouring oil into a pot, while six other people stood beside him, completely blocking the doorway.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut from the outside.

Cheng Mo seemed not to hear him, and smiled as he approached the stove, looking at the oil gradually smoking in the pot: "Brother, what specialties do you make here? I know a bit about cooking, let's discuss it, and next time I go back, I'll cook your dishes for my family."

The man kept stirring the spatula in his hand, and the smoke rose up, making people squint.

He smiled at Cheng Mo.

The next second, the entire pot, oil and vegetables, was splashed all over me!

"Now you can have a taste!"

At the same instant, the six people at the door attacked simultaneously, their fists and feet, infused with various poisons, heading straight for the two.

Xia He reacted extremely quickly, and pink energy silently surged out, forming a thin curtain in front of her, blocking most of the hot oil that splashed towards her.

Cheng Mo quickly turned around, took a step forward, and met the six people.

The first punch landed squarely on the chest of the first man. His eyes bulged out, and he was sent flying through the air as if hit by a truck, knocking over his two accomplices behind him before rolling into the next room and disappearing without a trace.

The remaining three still wanted to pounce.

Cheng Mo dodged a palm strike by sidestepping it, and then grabbed the fifth person's fist that came at him, twisting it gently.

Click.

The man's arms were bent at an unnatural angle as he screamed and knelt down.

At the same time, he kicked back hard, and the person who had just turned around was kicked away.

Seeing that things were not going well, the last person turned to run, but Cheng Mo had already caught up behind him and chopped him on the back of the neck.

The two who were knocked over first were struggling to get up when Cheng Mo walked over and kicked them one by one.

It took only a dozen or so breaths for the six people to go from making a move to lying down completely.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Xia He was confronting the person who had splashed oil.

Seeing his comrades wiped out in an instant, the man was both shocked and furious. He ripped off the iron pot hanging on the wall and smashed it down on Xia He's head.

Xia He dodged to the side and kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to stagger and kneel down.

He reacted quickly, rolling on the ground and throwing a handful of Gu powder at Xia He's face.

Xia He held her breath and leaped back. The pink silk thread wrapped around him, interfering with his vision and judgment.

The two maneuvered and maneuvered in the cramped kitchen.

The man's martial arts skills were average, but his poison was insidious. Xia He finally managed to find an opening and struck the wrist of the man holding the poison with a palm.

Click.

The man dislocated his wrist and let out a muffled groan.

Xia He pressed closer and delivered a knee strike to his chest.

The man's eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.

Xia He took a breath and turned around to take credit, only to see six people lying haphazardly at Cheng Mo's feet, some embedded in the wall and others with half their bodies stuck in the floor.

Cheng Mo was bending over, pressing a still convulsing guy even tighter into the crack between the floor tiles.

Xia He immediately put her hands on her hips: "Little Taoist! You finished fighting and didn't even come to help me! Do you know how difficult these Gu worms are to deal with!"

Cheng Mo straightened up, looking completely innocent: "Isn't your ability specifically for dealing with the opposite sex? Insects also have males and females. You can charm the male insects and make them attack the females, wouldn't that be simple?"

Xia He was taken aback: "—Don't think you can fool me just because I'm not well-educated."

"I'm not lying to you." Cheng Mo's expression was sincere. "Your potential for superpowers is huge; you should try more."

Xia He looked at him suspiciously: "Can that really be true?"

She began to seriously consider whether her special ability could actually work on insects.

What if it actually works?

Cheng Mo, seeing that she was actually thinking about it, couldn't help but laugh: "Hahahaha! I was just joking, you actually took it seriously."

Xia He's face flushed red instantly: "Ah!!! How was I supposed to know you could lie to me about something like this!"

She grabbed an empty bamboo basket from the stove and threw it at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo nimbly dodged and ran away laughing.

"Stop right there!"

"Can't hit it, hahahaha!"

The battle west of Diglisi Village was quite intense.

The silver threads and golden rods tangled together, sparks flying everywhere. The other members of the Medicine Immortal Society rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

Seven or eight people surrounded them from different directions and began casting spells without saying a word.

Poisonous fog, swarms of insects, and silver threads all targeted Wang Zhenqiu.

The gray-clad man's face turned slightly pale; the poison was affecting him as well, but he could withstand it.

Wang Zhenqiu was finding it somewhat difficult to carry.

He felt a little dizzy, and the scene before his eyes occasionally blurred.

Those indiscriminate poisons attack without distinguishing friend from foe, and are absorbed in large quantities.

He fought and retreated, gradually being forced to the edge of the threshing ground.

Just then, a sinister laugh came from the east of the village.

Hahahahahaha!

Wang Zhenqiu's spirits lifted, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Uncle-Master, come quickly and save me!"

Cheng Mo rushed out of the house.

Before the seven or eight members of the Medicine Immortal Society who were releasing the poison could react, Cheng Mo had already rushed into the crowd.

He swept across the threshing ground like a gust of wind, and wherever he went, the members of the Medicine Immortal Society who were still throwing poison towards the village committee were sent flying backward one after another.

Someone tried to fight back, but the moment the worm left their hand, a fist was already at their face.

Someone tried to run away, but as soon as they turned around, they were hit on the back and fell face-first into the ground.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, but Cheng Mo did not stop.

Xia He followed closely behind, her pink breath swirling around her palm, and slammed the burly man into the water vat.

In less than a minute, all the members of the Medicine Immortal Society on the perimeter were cleaned up.

Xia He clapped her hands and stood with Cheng Mo next to a pile of corpses, watching the fight between Wang Zhenqiu and the gray-clothed man inside the house.

Wang Zhenqiu was about to reach his breaking point. He glanced outside and nearly vomited blood in anger: "You two, stop watching! Come help!"

Cheng Mo calmly said, "I've already taken care of those who were biased towards you. You can't even handle one person, can you?" Wang Zhenqiu gritted his teeth and cursed something, but his voice was drowned out by the wind from the stick.

The villagers peeked outside and saw how ferocious the three outsiders were, and they trembled with fear.

He darted under the bed and into the inner room, bolting the door shut and not daring to breathe.

Only the group of children remained standing in their original positions, staring blankly at this side. But since at least one of their usual discipliners was still able to move, the children dared not move.

Wang Zhenqiu also became ruthless.

Since Cheng Mo and Xia He were there to provide support, he simply gave up on defense and swung his golden cudgel around to strike the gray-clad man.

Seeing his men wiped out, the man in gray was both shocked and furious, and hesitated to make a move.

He wanted to retreat, to escape, to call for reinforcements, but Wang Zhenqiu's stick was like a persistent leech, entangled him and preventing him from getting away.

The silver netting gradually dissipated.

The man in gray was struggling to stay afloat and was forced into a corner.

Cheng Mo suddenly charged forward.

Just as the gray-clad man dodged Wang Zhenqiu's sweeping attack, having exhausted his old strength and not yet generated new power, Cheng Mo's fist struck him on the back of the head.

Bang.

The watermelon exploded.

Wang Zhenqiu's mind was already a little fuzzy. He subconsciously swung his golden cudgel and smashed it down on the headless corpse.

The gray-clad man's body flew dozens of meters, crashing into the wall of a village house and burying him in the rubble.

Wang Zhenqiu stood there panting, the divine mask on his face dissipating.

His face was pale and his lips were purple.

next second.

The blue faded, and the purple disappeared too.