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

Chapter 277 What is the contemporary "succubus"?
"Hey! Why isn't anyone waiting for me?" Zhang Chulan hurried over, scratching the back of his head and smiling at Feng Baobao and the Xu brothers.

Xu Si snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and threw it to the ground, crushing it. "Why are you here so late?"

"On the way, I was stopped by a young Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain and chatted with him for a while." Zhang Chulan replied, glancing at Feng Baobao who was looking around while holding the black relic.

"Sister Baoer, what good stuff did you find?"

"The relics, I got them from Huanzi."

"Huanzi? Wait, wait!" Zhang Chulan waved his hands, "Doesn't he not know how to participate in the competition?"

It's already extremely difficult to fight your way out of the hands of a group of powerful opponents. What if there's also a Witch King from the Qunling Mountain? How can you be so helpless?
"Okay!" Xu Si raised his head with ill intentions, "You don't allow others to come and join in the fun? I'm relieved."

"Hehe..." Zhang Chulan smiled guiltily.

On the other side, Yan Huan came to the ravine leading to the back mountain. Directly in front of him were two cable bridges. The wooden planks in the middle of the bridges had been pulled out, leaving only four shaky ropes.

Below is a bottomless abyss shrouded in clouds and mist. It seems that if you take a wrong step, you will disappear forever into the invisible world.

The Taoist guarding the bridge stood in front of the bridge and said calmly to the pedestrians approaching: "Everyone, if you don't have other ways to cross the bridge, you can only rely on these ropes to cross."

Onlookers gathered one after another, and some of them began to stare at the three people wearing mysterious masks.

Nowadays, the profession of Wu Nuo is rarely seen in the world, especially those who still wear traditional masks, which makes them look ancient and mysterious. It is very uncommon now.

"Does the Tianshi Mansion still like these nonsense things?"

"Come on, we've crossed the sea! It's up to each one to cross the sea with their own ability!" Someone in the crowd shouted, but no one moved.

At this moment of the competition, many people were in the mood to test the strength of their opponents, and almost no one was willing to try to cross the bridge first.

Yan Huan looked around and said calmly, "Let's go."

"Brother, I have a magic weapon here." Yan Yue took out two small gadgets shaped like bamboo dragonflies from his sleeves, "But there are only two. Fortunately, our bodies are light, so it should be enough to support the weight."

Someone in the crowd glanced at Yan Yue and said in surprise, "Huh! There is a weapon refiner among Wu Nuo! This is rare."

"Oh my god, isn't this Doraemon!" someone shouted half-jokingly.

Yan Huan glanced at the bamboo thing in Yan Yue's hand and said, "It's okay, let's just walk over there."

Having said that, he strode forward.

When Yan Huan's footsteps seemed to be stepping into the abyss of nothingness, the enthusiastic laughter around him came to an abrupt end.

Is this Wu Nu trying to kill himself?
However, in the next second, the stone walls of the ravine suddenly changed. The rocks on both sides began to bulge and quickly closed together to form a solid stone bridge in the air.

Yan Huan took the lead and walked across the stone bridge with her two younger sisters.

"Eh? What kind of method is this?" The people waiting there looked at each other, but no one could answer.

After the stone bridge was built, others also became eager to follow and went up the bridge.

But after just a few steps, cracks suddenly appeared on the bridge surface. Those who were on the bridge were frightened and hurriedly retreated.

When they returned safely to the original place, the stone bridge collapsed with a loud bang, and the huge rocks fell into the abyss, splashing a cloud of dust.

"It's not good to break the rules. Everyone, please follow the rules of Longhu Mountain." Yan Huan said lightly, turned around and continued to move forward.

Those people who were still in shock were now sweating profusely and looking towards the direction of the cable bridge.

Why didn’t you say it earlier?
This guy is a bit dark...

The back mountain of Mount Longhu is extremely spacious, with a bustling crowd all around, creating an amusement park-like atmosphere. In addition to contestants from various schools and sects, there are also spontaneously formed fan groups, as well as special forces such as Yaoxing Society and Jianghu Xiaozhan that carry news functions.

"When the competition starts, we'll find a suitable place to stay."

Yan Huan bought popcorn and Coke at a stall, and then glanced at the back mountain of Longhu, where many hidden dragons and crouching tigers were located.

At this time, Wang Ye, looking tired and absent-minded, came over yawning.

"Hey! Old Yan, why are you here wearing a mask? As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous, just like pigs are afraid of being fat. You must be in trouble now, right?"

Without waiting for a reply, Feng Xingtong, who was wearing sportswear, quickly followed.

"Brother Huan, long time no see! I didn't expect you to come after all?"

Next to him was a tall woman with shoulder-length white hair.

"Sister, this is Yan Huan, the brother Huan that dad keeps talking about."

"Oh?" Feng Shayan shook her hair and turned her head to look at Yan Huan, "Why don't you show your true face?" Yan Huan was about to speak when there was an inexplicable commotion behind him, and a chaotic and disorderly scream surged over like a tide.

“Ahhhh, it’s Zhuge Qing, and Lingyu Zhenren.”

"How did these two get together?

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Zhuge Qing and Zhang Lingyu ignored the commotion beside them and walked straight towards Yan Huan. They greeted him together:

"Mr. Shuijing."

"Donor Yan."

Li Shuyu and Hong Bin from the Huode Sect, who were standing nearby and watching, hesitated for a moment but still followed.

“Brother Yan!”

Everyone surrounded them. Yan Yu, who was used to being in public, was fine, but Yan Yue was a little uncomfortable.

She pulled the corner of Yan Huan's clothes and whispered, "Brother, are they all your acquaintances?"

"Yes." Yan Huan nodded and took off the mask.

"Can each of you respect the mask on my face?"

Hahaha!
Everyone laughed together.

Not far away, the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei, and the Ten Lords Lu Jin, Lu Ci, Wang Ai, and Feng Zhenghao slowly walked forward.

"What a rare scene." Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard and glanced at Yan Huan, "This trait that naturally attracts the young geniuses of various sects to his side is very similar to a person."

Lu Jin frowned, raised his head high, and said coldly: "Wu Gensheng..."

"Hahaha, in comparison, my little disciple who caused a stir because of the 'Origin of Qi Body' has become secondary." Zhang Zhiwei laughed.

"Hehe..." Lu Ci laughed a few times and glanced at Wang Ai who was waiting on the side with crutches.

The malice above his head gathered into a thick rain, and there was no fluctuation in his slightly narrowed eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.

Yan Huan took the lead and stepped forward to greet him: "Old Heavenly Master."

"Old Heavenly Master!" The rest of the people performed etiquette one after another.

"Okay, okay. Seeing you guys so energetic makes me feel like I'm getting younger myself." Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

"Everyone, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. In addition to the routine sacrifices, this Luotian Grand Ceremony is also an opportunity for us Qi-refining people to communicate with each other. Of course, you are not here to sit down and discuss the mysteries of the Tao with us old men..."

"So, since everyone wants to spar, I won't nag about it any more, let's get started!"

At this time, a Taoist priest raised his hand and pointed to the red box on the wooden table: "Please come forward one by one and draw your own slip."

The line formed a long queue. Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand and waved to the crowd: "Xiao Huan, don't join in the fun. Come and sit next to us."

"Huh?" Yan Huan was stunned.

"Don't stand there like an idiot. This is a private room." Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Huan and Yan Yue jumped up.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

As soon as he entered the auditorium, Yan Huan noticed a subtle sense of disordered breathing, and the black sea of ​​malice gathered in the air covered the sky.

Wang Ai increased his strength in anger and gripped the cane tightly.

Yan Huan stood aside calmly: "What's wrong? Old Patriarch Wang looks so unhappy. Is your grandson healthy?"

Veins bulged on Wang Ai’s forehead and he pounded his crutch against the hard ground.

"Thanks to you, I'm alive and well now."

"That's good, that's good. I just don't know whether the Wang family has straightened out their family traditions after taking charge. If some things happen again, they can't be resolved so easily." Yan said with a smile.

"You don't have to worry about this." Wang Ai narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Bing who was absent-minded in the team.

After Zhuge Qing drew the lot, he passed by Wang Bing. The arrogant young man turned his head in confusion and looked in the direction Qing had walked.

"There is a strange smell..."

(End of this chapter)