Under One Person: Since I am alone, I can dominate the world

Chapter 202: The Man Hasn’t Arrived Yet, the Fist Has Arrived

The two of them, one in front and one behind, had already run around the village for several laps.

Qiu Rang's entire body was soaked with sweat, his white hair drooped on his head, and his physical strength was close to the limit. He felt that he had never run so hard since he was a child.

However, Feng Baobao, who was in front of him, did not show any change in expression from beginning to end. He looked very relaxed and even changed his rhythm deliberately, so as not to leave his enemy far behind, nor to let the other party catch up with him.

It looks like - walking the dog?

However, Qiu Rang, who had already collapsed, didn't care about these things at all. He was like a madman and was willing to be led around.

It was not until he passed by the river again that Feng Baobao noticed the movements of the villagers. When he followed his gaze and saw Zhang Taichu, he slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly.

Qiu Rang, who saw this scene, was like a savior who saw the dawn of hope. He panted and said, "Run, I told you to run, but you can't run anymore, right?"

"Hand over my Jin Ruyi quickly, or I will destroy you!"

He spoke the cruelest words in a half-dead tone, but to no avail, and saw the former with his face turned sideways, staring straight at the river.

Qiu Rang showed a puzzled look on his face, then he slowly turned his head and looked towards the noisy river bank, and his eyes naturally fell on the young Taoist priest.

The other person had a faint smile on his face, and his whole body was flushed by the reflected firelight.

Because of the distance between them, Qiu Rang could not sense the other party's Qi, nor could he see through the other party's background. He just felt a sudden shock in his mind, and a sense of crisis rose up subconsciously.

This feeling was very strange, unprecedented, but the moment it appeared, his already pounding heartbeat exceeded the limit and almost jumped out of his throat.

"Gulu."

Qiu Rang swallowed and looked at the other person's handsome face and the Taoist robe, appearing to be dazed.

He had a keen sense, so he had this feeling. However, the villagers who were gathered by the river and cursing at him did not have the slightest sense of crisis. Some of them even tried to cross the river and chase after them for a fight.

"Zhang Chulan is getting beaten."

"Right there..."

Feng Baobao suddenly greeted and pointed in the direction of the village.

On the river bank dozens of feet away, Zhang Taichu smiled and nodded, then took a step forward, and when he landed, he appeared between Feng Baobao and Qiu Rang.

Qiu Rang's pupils constricted, and the moment he reacted, he unleashed all his strength without reservation, cracking the roof beneath his feet. He retreated violently with a bang, and even abandoned the Jade Ruyi that he had been thinking about without hesitation.

However, Zhang Taichu did not look away, but took the second step, and disappeared on the spot like a breeze.

Feng Baobao scratched his head, suddenly changed direction, and went straight to a place in the village.

In her understanding, since Zhang Taichu has arrived, all problems tonight will no longer be a problem.

Now that the problem has been solved, she can do whatever she should do.

Qiu Rang swallowed his saliva with lingering fear, looking at the place where Zhang Taichu disappeared. When he noticed Feng Baobao jumping off the house and walking away step by step, he couldn't help but ask: "Who is that person? Could it be the Taoist Taichu from Longhu Mountain?"

Feng Baobao did not respond.

Qiu Rang suddenly remembered that his precious Ruyi was still in the other person's possession, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Feng Baobao, give me back the golden Ruyi. Where do you want to run to?"

Feng Baobao said: "Go back to your room and sleep."

Hearing this, Qiu Rang, who thought he was provoked, burst into anger, "Sleep? Give my Ruyi back, otherwise, sleep for nothing!"

As he spoke, he waved his fists, jumped down from the roof, and ran towards Feng Baobao desperately.

Then bang.

Qiu Rang saw stars and two streaks of blood flowed from his nostrils. Then he fell to his knees with a thud. His upper body fell straight down and he fell into a complete coma.

Feng Baobao retracted the fist that was stretched behind his back, blew away the smoke coming out of the tip of his fist, put his hands in his pockets, whistled, and went home alone.

It was a pity that this vengeance was chased all night, and finally he was knocked to the ground with a punch, unconscious on the ground...

Zhang Taichu followed the direction of Feng Baobao's finger and swept his spiritual sense across, easily finding where Zhang Chulan was. When he got closer and came to the roof, he could see the situation inside clearly.

The latter was in tattered clothes, covered with wounds, with surging blue lightning always lingering in his hands, and was fighting with several mechanical puppets.

"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. Today, either I die, or you immoral puppets go to hell!"

"Group fight? Is group fight so cool? If you have the guts, fight one-on-one!"

"Come on, don't live!"

He had already fallen into complete madness. While uttering harsh words to the puppet, he kept attacking and mercilessly electrocuting Ruhua. However, two fists were no match for four hands. After a while, Ruhua, who had twin ponytails, kicked him into the wooden house.

There was another crackling noise coming from the wooden house, and then Zhang Chulan flew out again and rolled on the ground. His body was hunched like a shrimp, and the shoe prints and scars on his body showed that he had been beaten up countless times.

The six Ruhuas, who were somewhat charred by the electric shock, saw that he was motionless, as if he had fallen into a coma, but they were unmoved. Instead, they raised their arms and switched to the black barrels of their guns, as if they were going to cut him into pieces with fire.

Zhang Chulan, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes slightly and watched Ruhua's movements. His heart sank, and he quickly jumped up to catch the crow and climbed onto the tree. In one go, he jumped onto the roof and cursed, "You're hitting the dead. This is unethical!"

"Young master, I can't do anything to you. When my master comes, I will tear you apart one by one!"

As he was uttering these harsh words, his face suddenly froze and he finally noticed the house on the other side and Zhang Taichu, who had been looking at him with a smile for a long time.

"I say, Zhang Chulan, how did you get beaten up like this?"

"Is this bringing shame to Longhu Mountain?"

Zhang Taichu pretended to be serious.

However, Zhang Chulan's eyes immediately turned red, and he cried, "Master, you are finally here. If you had come a little later, you wouldn't have seen me, your disciple."

As he spoke, he pointed at the six Ruhuas lying motionless under the room, as if they had suffered a great injustice, "There are six of them, plus the two in that room, eight of them bullying me."

"This is a gang fight. This is a naked gang fight. They have no moral principles. You must take charge of this for me."

Zhang Taichu's mouth twitched. He had never expected that the other party's shameless skills had reached such a high level. He sighed and said, "Alas, kid, your skills haven't improved much. You inherited all the skills of the big-eared thief."

Chapter 203 My stove is broken, and my heart is broken too!

Seeing Zhang Chulan's pitiful appearance, Zhang Taichu found it a little funny, but when he sensed the strength of the thunder magic lingering on the other party, he nodded with relief and affirmed: "You haven't fallen behind in your studies during this period. I think you have mastered what I taught you last time."

He once instructed Zhang Chulan on meridian problems in the practice of thunder method in the woods on Mount Longhu. The latter was able to completely correct it in just over a month, which was enough to show that he had put in a lot of effort and also verified his extraordinary talent.

Zhang Chulan, who was praised, scratched the back of his head shyly and said shyly: "Master, you are too kind. It's all because of your good teaching."

Zhang Taichu shook his head: "Don't be so arrogant, kid. There are still many problems with this thunder method. After tonight's matter is dealt with, I will find time to point out your faults."

Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded like a chick pecking at rice, looking like he was eager to get it.

There are really few people in the world who have the opportunity to receive guidance from the True Man Taichu of Longhu!

Zhang Taichu turned his gaze towards the six Ruhua figures standing motionless under the house, and the two black and white puppets guarding the door. A faint golden light appeared in his eyes, as if he could see through the inner structure of the puppets.

"It is worthy of the name of Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, which can allow a young man to possess this Divine Machine Technique that far surpasses that of famous teachers."

"It's just that his brain is really not clear. How could he think of doing such a fantastic thing and even involve Zhuge Qing in it?"

He muttered to himself, then stretched out a hand towards the direction of the wooden house where the self-cultivation furnace was located, and a surging Qi burst out from his palm.

"Beep! Alarm! Alarm!"

The red lights in those beautiful eyes began to flash wildly at the same time. Using their mechanized brain programs, they determined that the young Taoist on the roof was an existence far beyond their ability to deal with!

The black and white puppets on the other side also suddenly raised their heads at this moment, rushed out of the hut for the first time, and turned into phantoms and came towards Zhang Taichu.

Both puppets have inherited the skills of several superior people, and their own combat capabilities are already very good. When they besieged Zhang Chulan before, they only used 60% of their strength. Now, after judging that Zhang Taichu is extremely dangerous, they burst out with all their strength without reservation.

Eight puppets flew into the air, and all used their most powerful moves at their highest power, causing all kinds of magical lights to light up in the night sky illuminated by flames. They all focused on one point and fell towards Zhang Taichu.

Zhang Taichu had an idea and did not use the Thunder Method and Golden Light Spell that he was familiar with. Instead, he tried the Dragon Elephant Blood Moving Technique that he had learned a few days ago.

The technique was originally found for Lu Linglong, but he taught it to her himself, so naturally he also practiced the blood-moving technique to a master level. Now he is in the mood and wants to try it out on a puppet.

In a flash, the Qi and blood in his body began to circulate, operating according to the method of the Blood Moving Technique. If he could look inside, he would find that his internal organs were crystal clear, like flawless white jade, and his blood was glowing silver like mercury. Every drop of blood molecule was blending and roaring with the true Qi, bursting out with an endless supply of pure power.

The Dragon-Elephant Blood Moving Technique is a very powerful method of physical training, which has not been recorded in the alien world before. It is a mysterious technique he exchanged from the system. Those who have mastered this technique for the first time will have their internal organs turned into silver and iron, which can transform their bodies, greatly increase their strength, and initially control their blood and energy, allowing them to possess the power of an elephant.

Going one step further, when one reaches the realm of mastery, one can make the internal organs appear jade-colored, and the blood be like mercury. It can be driven to flow as turbulently as a river in a gorge, or as slowly and stagnantly as a stream under the moon in a forest. It can be done as one wishes.

When one reaches this realm, one possesses the legendary power of dragon and elephant, and Zhang Taichu cultivated to this level in a short period of time.

At this moment, he stretched out a palm, and in an instant he mobilized the Qi and blood in his body to the extreme, suppressing the surging power in the palm of his hand.

A sudden gust of wind blew, causing his robe to move without wind. The next moment, he clenched his palms into fists and pushed them out slowly. A huge force then gushed out along the extremely tiny gaps between his five fingers!

Rumble, rumble!

The surging Qi and blood power, after undergoing extreme compression, ran thousands of miles like a flood. When it rubbed against the air, it made a sound like the roar of a dragon or an elephant.

Under this tremendous force, all spells were broken, and the eight puppets that rushed over, no matter whether it was Ruhua or the more powerful black and white puppets, were like being hit by Mount Tai. They were blasted away by the invisible force, and their bodies began to disintegrate directly in the air.

First, the clothes on the surface were torn, then the metal shell was lifted up, and then the precision mechanical structure inside collapsed into tiny pieces, and the simulated Qi sea, which served as the energy core, also disappeared!

The force carried these fragments with it like a storm, without any pause, and immediately lifted up the wooden house ten feet away, pushing down all the wooden beams and walls, revealing the huge self-cultivation furnace lying on the ground inside.

Amidst the flying sand and rocks, the self-cultivation furnace lit up a shield barrier with a milky white light. Even though the houses and trees farther behind it were constantly falling apart, it remained strong.

Everything happened in a flash, and Zhang Taichu's punch had not stopped yet. The tremendous power burst out from between his fists like a never-ending tornado.

If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that in front of him, the huge force carrying flying sand and rocks is in the shape of a convergent fan, rushing out hundreds of feet away, and everything in it is pushed aside.

The nearest objects collapsed into pieces, leaving only the self-cultivation furnace flickering, having reached its limit.

Zhang Chulan, who was standing aside, stared blankly at his master who killed eight puppets with one punch, feeling infinite fascination in his heart.

At this moment, there was a panicked scream from a distance: "No! Don't touch my stove, leave it!"

Zhang Chulan turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and saw Ma Xianhong coming at high speed, accompanied by several top-level talents, in a hurry.

But Zhang Taichu turned a deaf ear to him, without even looking at Ma Xianhong, and just said softly: "You have great skills, but you use them in the wrong place. It's better to dismantle this furnace."

As he finished speaking, he pressed down his fist slightly, and the tremendous force pressed down, with a bang, it directly smashed the magic barrier, causing the body of the self-cultivation furnace to quickly collapse, and turned into a group of fragments in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Ma Xianhong was furious and roared helplessly: "My stove!"

Dear readers, I was in the hospital a few days ago and could only type on my phone every day, so there are only so many updates. But now I have been discharged from the hospital, and I will resume updating in the next two days, so stay tuned!

Chapter 204: Skills without principles, only skills

At the moment when the self-cultivation furnace collapsed, Ma Xianhong seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbreaking.

It was clearly happening right before his eyes, but he was powerless and could only watch it all happen.

Finally, when he was approaching, he jumped up from the roof, crossed the distance, landed in the messy field, staggered a few steps, and knelt in front of the fragments of the self-cultivation furnace.

All eight puppets were killed, and a large area of ​​houses were destroyed, turning into open space, leaving only debris on the ground.

The four people with superior aptitude who came next stared at it all in a daze, then with difficulty moved their gaze to the Taoist who had retracted his fist, swallowed their saliva, and had already guessed the other party's origins.

Just one punch has the power of overwhelming mountains and seas. There is probably only one person in the entire world of extraordinary people who can reach this level - Zhang Taichu!

Thinking of this, they felt cold all over. At this moment, let alone going up to beat the other party, they didn't even dare to move, and they didn't even dare to think of running away.

"Ouch! The stove, my stove, is broken, all broken--Ah!!"

Ma Xianhong fell to his knees on the ground, reached out to pick up the pieces of debris, his red eyes were full of pain, and he shouted nonsense.

This self-cultivation furnace is the result of his hard work. He has invested tremendous energy in it and has gone through repeated improvements.

Not to mention how many precious refining materials are used in it. Even if these materials could be replicated, it would be impossible to make an identical self-cultivation furnace. This means that everything has been reset to zero!

He was engulfed by despair and helplessly scratched on the ground, gathering the fragments of the magic weapon from the dust. He happened to look at the only large part the size of a human head a few steps away.

"That is the core my sister gave me."

Ma Xianhong was stunned and recognized that part, which was one of the core parts of the self-cultivation furnace. But before he could take it back, an invisible force took the part away through the air.

He looked in that direction and saw the young Taoist standing on the roof not far away. It was he who smashed his stove with one punch.

"There are quite a few odd parts in this self-cultivation furnace."

Zhang Taichu looked at the part the size of a human head, and the outer shell made of unknown metal engraved with strange runes. He applied a little force with his fingers, and crushed it with a click, revealing a transparent container inside.

The interior of the container was filled with liquid, and in the center there was an object that looked like a flesh embryo, which looked a bit disgusting.

Zhang Taichu's mind moved, and he poured his mental power into it. He also used his own true Qi to penetrate into the gap of the container, slightly stimulating the lump of flesh, carefully sensing the changes in it, and his face became even more surprised.

"It can accept and transform true qi like an extraordinary person, and it is not a natural organ. Could it be that the divine machine can refine such a strange living thing?"

He muttered to himself, and cast his gaze towards Ma Xianhong who was kneeling on the ground not far away. He took a step forward and appeared directly in front of him, looking down at him and said, "Did you create this meat ball?"

Even though Ma Xianhong was desperate at this moment, when he saw Zhang Taichu's eyes, he couldn't help but shook his head: "No."