Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 235 The test question this time is the essence of the five elements

"Wang Bing, my mother has just been buried and you're already swearing. Did you come here specially to test my meditation skills?" Yan Huan stepped with one foot, and a stone pillar suddenly rose up and pushed Wang Bing out of the mountain.

“Ahahahaha…”

The dying Wang Bing was gasping for breath, blood was flowing from his mouth, and he was making continuous "shaha" sounds. His dead eyes gradually turned white and he stared blankly ahead.

"As the young master of the Wang family, don't die so easily. Show some dignity."

Yan Huan took a step forward, and stone pillars popped up like mushrooms after a spring rain. The violent impact threw Wang Bing away, and his broken body was thrown dozens of meters away. Before he reached the end, vines lifted his ankles and pulled him back.

A green feather fell, floated slowly, and hovered in front of Wang Bing's chest.

The scars and bruises on his body slowly healed, and his lost consciousness gradually returned.

"You...you are not afraid of the Wang family by doing this? My grandfather will not let you go..." Wang Bing was still unruly and arrogant, but compared with his previous ferocity, his tone was more hesitant.

Yan Huan raised his hand and waved it. A strong wind suddenly arose. The wind blade lifted up the flesh on Wang Bing's chest. The skin and flesh were still attached to the bones, and they swayed in the wind like fish scales, splashing blood.

Ah ah ah ah ah!
A scream pierced the sky.

The king clenched his teeth, and only a burning pain remained in his chest. The blood soaked the soil, and a seed poked its head out of the soil, growing vigorously and becoming a towering tree.

The vines hung down, wrapped around the king and hung him on the tree.

"Why! Why! Why don't you have any fear of the Wang family? "

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wang Bing roared angrily, and blood gushed out of his wound due to the violent pulling of his muscles.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!

"You can still be so arrogant, that means you are not afraid of being beaten."

"Come on, Bifang, let's continue." Yan Huan said, and a burst of light laughter came from the liver.

"Oh my, if your friend Xiao Zizai saw this scene, he would cry out of envy."

A faint light appeared, and Wang Bing's torn wounds healed as before.

Looking down at his chest, he could hear the sound of violent beating.

Wang Bing had never experienced this feeling since he was born. His heart was beating fast, his breathing was rapid, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and even his bladder began to swell and ache slightly.

He was suddenly afraid, afraid that his body would be healed to its original state, because it meant that different tortures would ensue.

Tick, tick!
A cool breeze dripped on Wang Bing's forehead. He slowly raised his head and saw that it was raining in the clear sky for some reason.

“What is this time…what is it again!?”

The rain and dew condensed into a water ball and covered Wang Bing's head. A "gurgling" sound emerged, and Wang Bing's limbs that were bound by vines began to struggle violently.

The feeling of suffocation was overwhelming. During the near-death process, the brain began to lose balance. In order to protect itself, it separated itself. All life experiences were presented to Wang Bing from a third-person perspective.

This is what is called a revolving lantern.

I, Wang Bing, am the heir of the Wang family, one of the “Ten Lords”, and a child of destiny!
From childhood to adulthood, I have always had everything I wanted. I know my peers don’t like me, and even hate me, but I really like this feeling.

The feeling of owning everything and ignoring everything!

The gap between me and ordinary people is formed by their almost desperate sense of powerlessness, which cannot be filled by hard work and luck because it is caused by one's birth.

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Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and the water ball suddenly shattered. Wang Bing's face turned pale, and he muttered:
"I have a magnificent treasure mountain. I was born standing on the top of the mountain. It is my privilege to be satisfied with everything. This world exists to welcome my arrival..." "That spirit should be mine... I should have eaten it earlier... I am the chosen one of heaven, I should be the wizard king, I should be invincible... Why do some people dare to disobey me..."

"If you disobey my world, I will destroy it."

Yan Huan shook his head, "If someone like you can be favored by heaven, then heaven is blind."

After a while of silence, Wang Bing suddenly stood up, struggling and roaring, "Why is it you!?"

"Why can a nameless poor man suppress me? You should be the one who is afraid, not me!"

"Be afraid of me, be afraid of me, I am the heir of the Wang family, I am a child of destiny!"

Yan Huan gently raised her hand and pointed a finger.

Wang Bing, who was struggling madly, suddenly tensed up his body. He tried to be strong, but the feeling of fear had been imprinted in his bones. His legs trembled, and a trace of warmth came from between his buttocks and spread along his thighs.

"..."

Wang looked down in disbelief and clamped his legs together.

shame!

What a shame!

"Kill me! Kill me if you can!"

"You'll see when the time comes. My Wang family will fight you to the death, to the death!"

"You are so stubborn." Yan Huan raised his hand and waved it. Golden light spread out and illuminated half of the Qunling Mountain.

There was a slight smell of burning in the air. Wang Bing's body was festering and his skin was covered with burn marks, as if he had been roasted by fire.

Qunling Mountain was as quiet as before, the scattered stone pillars slowly receded, and the yard in front of the cottage was flat, regular and comfortable again.

Yan Huan turned around and glanced at the dense forest with intertwined branches.

"You've been watching for long enough, why don't you come out and talk?"

There was a rustling sound in the bushes. The man shook off the dead branches and leaves that were stuck on his body, clapped his hands, and coughed lightly.

"Where did you learn this poisonous miasma? It will take some effort to get in."

"If I had known you were going to open a path in front of the mountain, I wouldn't have had to climb all the way up from the side peak."

The man glanced at the tree and said, "I still like hanging on trees. This person's body is really interesting. When touched by the golden light, it feels like being burned by fire. It looks like an evil thing that cannot touch the pure yang.

"If you offend the Wang family, you may never have peace in the future. However, judging from your skills, if Wang Airu is really smart, there is no need to be so foolish just for the sake of anger."

The man was tall and thin, with short silver hair and rough skin. He was wearing a clean and neat sportswear and brown leather gloves. He looked arrogant, but he was also upright.

Yan Huan walked forward slowly and said helplessly, "So you have been waiting at the foot of the mountain for the past four days?"

"They say you're used to a quiet and leisurely life and are most afraid of trouble, so I came here to guard it and didn't plan to leave easily."

"It's really hard for you to climb out of the poisonous weeds." Yan Huan asked knowingly, "Why did you come to this Qunling Mountain, Mr. Ding?"

Ding Shimaan raised his hand to escape the light, protecting his whole body, and scanned the surroundings with the "observation" method, and finally his eyes fell on Yan Huan.

"The main purpose is... just to experience the elegance of the Witch King."

(End of this chapter)