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

Chapter 279: Searching for Spirits at Midnight, Wang Bing’s Forgotten Past
The selection of the top four in the group stage has just ended, and the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei stood on the podium and announced the results of the competition.

Then, all contestants began a new round of drawing lots.

After getting the paper sign, Yan Yu skipped back to Yan Huan's side. When she stopped, she pouted and puffed her cheeks with dissatisfaction.

"The opponent gave up before the fight even started. There's nothing we can do. My brother's reputation is too big." She complained, seeming a little helpless.

Yan Huan smiled and consoled, "Don't worry, there will always be people who don't care about the empty title of 'Witch King'."

Then, he asked curiously, "Who is your next opponent?"

Yan Yu raised the paper in her hand and gently uttered three words: "Lu Linglong."

"Roar?" As soon as the words fell, Lu Jin's eyes moved slightly and looked over here.

Yan Huan nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, Linglong, proud and cold plum, the Lu family's family tradition has always been pure, with a strong backbone that has been passed down from generation to generation. Naturally, she will not give me this little face. When the time comes, you can fight freely without any worries."

After saying that, Yan Huan turned to look at Lu Jin who was standing next to him.

Lu Linglong is the darling of the Lu family. Everyday, Lu Jin's love for her is obvious to everyone.

According to the original story line, Lu Linglong was badly beaten in the duel with Zhang Lingyu and was even carried on a stretcher. Later, Lu Jin chased Zhang Zhiwei almost all over Longhu Mountain.

Yan Huan smiled and bowed to Lu Jin: "Mr. Lu, swords, knives, fists and feet have no eyes, and young people are bound to have some bumps and bruises when sparring. Please relax when the time comes."

"Huh?" Lu Jin, who was dressed in leather, still stood straight. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "From what you said, it seems that you think my Linglong will lose?"

Yan Huan still kept smiling, spread his hands and said: "I didn't say that."

However, he knew in his heart that Lu Linglong was a piece of mutton-fat jade soaked in blood, with a strong and tough character. If it came to a life-and-death fight, Yan Yu would definitely not be her opponent.

However, if it was just an ordinary competition, with Yan Yu's accumulated national faith and his acting skills as a witch actor, it would not be easy for Lu Linglong to win.

Hearing this, Lu Jin chuckled, looked up at the sky, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I won't bother with you youngsters. I'm not as skilled as you, so if I lose, I lose."

"Little girl, don't worry. It's a good thing for young people to see the vastness of the world."

"That's right, I'm not as skilled as others." Yan Huan turned his gaze to the center of the venue. Wang Bing, who was covered in dust and bruises, was standing there. It was obvious that he had just been severely beaten again.

"Speaking of which, the great-grandson of Patriarch Wang was taught a lesson again. He is really stubborn and he didn't know how to restrain himself even after being beaten like this."

Wang Ai suddenly clenched his cane, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he tried his best to conceal it and not show it on his face. He could only suppress his shame and anger.

"Hehehe... I'm not as skilled as others, so this is the only way I can do." He smiled along.

At this time, Lu Jin also looked intently at the crowd in the field, and his eyes fell on a young man with a strange expression.

"The guy who defeated Wang Bing doesn't seem to be famous. I heard he was from Dongxiang Village."

Hu Jie from Dongxiang Village has always relied on his father's power to do evil things and has a reputation as a playboy.

But for some reason, his strength has increased dramatically recently, which is impressive. Even in this Luotian Dajiao competition where there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers, he stands out.

Lu Jin looked at Hu Jie with complicated eyes, as if thinking about something.

After the game, the noise on Longhu Mountain gradually subsided and the crowd on the field dispersed.

After bidding farewell to the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei, Yan Huan and her two sisters went down the mountain together.

On the mountain road, Yan Yue suddenly frowned and asked in confusion: "Brother, why do I feel like you are being sarcastic to that Ten Lords Wang Ai today?"

"Is there?" Yan Huan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked back.

"Of course!" Yan Yue pursed her lips, "I feel like you're about to hit me in the face. The Wang family is a big family, even my grandfather has to give way to them."

Although she didn't understand much about power struggles, there was one thing that even children knew: it's better not to provoke powerful people easily.

"It's okay, don't worry~" Yan Huan knew clearly that in the current situation with Wang Ai, both sides were bound by the rules of the alien world. If nothing big happened that shocked the entire world, the deadlock between the two would probably not be easily broken.

What Wang Ai feared was Yan Huan's strength, while Yan Huan was afraid of trouble. The downfall of one of the four major families would cause a chain reaction, the shift in power, and the company's attitude, which would become extremely difficult problems.

"Don't worry." Yan Huan smiled and rubbed Yan Yue's head, comforting her: "If you meet a dog tied to a chain on the road, and it barks at you for no reason, would you also want to play with it?"

Yan Yue was a little confused after hearing this. This wonderful metaphor...

She thought about it seriously and shook her head: "I don't think I would have the leisure to tease a vicious dog, do I?"······
As night fell, the guest rooms arranged by Longhushan for all the contestants had become quiet.

These guest rooms have large dormitories where many people live together. Moonlight shines through the windows onto the ground, which is covered with silver frost. The chirping of insects is particularly clear in this quiet night.

Zhang Chulan lay on the bed, staring blankly at the bright moon hanging outside the window, tears silently sliding down her cheeks.

Just today, he heard from several Taoist priests that a guy like Zhang Lingyu was not a virgin anymore, while he himself, a virgin for thousands of years, had the toad's blood branded down there.

"Zhang Chulan, you have to be strong! Whether he is a chick or not, what does it have to do with you? Wuuuuu..." Zhang Chulan comforted himself. The more he spoke, the more sad he felt, and his tears flowed even more violently.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, breaking the silence in the room.

Before everyone could react, Feng Baobao stood at the door and called out briefly: "Zhang Chulan, let's go!"

Zhang Chulan jumped up from the bed immediately, while the others were awakened from their sleep and cursed in a daze: "Is this guy sick? What is he doing in the middle of the night? He didn't even knock on the door!"

"Humph! How can a woman who hangs out with a shameless person like Zhang Chulan be a good person?"

Zhang Chulan immediately followed Feng Baobao, and without paying any attention to the scolding in the room, he ran out.

The two ran through the woods, which seemed quiet and deep under the night sky.

"Sister Baoer, where are we going?" Zhang Chulan asked.

Feng Baobao turned back as she ran and said calmly, "You were restless during the day, so I knew your next opponent would be tough. Feng Xingtong said you might lose, so I'll help you solve this problem first."

"Huh?" Zhang Chulan was puzzled and was about to continue asking, but suddenly, Feng Baobao stopped and pulled him to hide behind a tree. Zhang Chulan immediately became alert.

"There's someone." Feng Baobao whispered, his eyes scanning the darkness ahead vigilantly.

Not far away, two people were wearing night clothes, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but the bright head of one of them surrounded by sparse hair was very eye-catching in the moonlight.

Wang Yi from the Wang family adjusted the gauze covering his face and frowned, "Isn't this bad, my young master?"

If the news got out that the heir of the Wang family, one of the four great families, did such a sneaky thing, wouldn't he be laughed at?
"No... Grandpa said that we should keep a low profile. This is already low-key enough."

"Elves are scarce in the world, and quality ones are even rarer. If I had prepared enough elves to consume before the game, I would never have been eliminated in the first round! This is simply a great shame!"

"So I want, I want more elves! There is something in the jade on the chest of the descendant of Wu Hou. I vaguely feel that if I eat it, I will be invincible in the world!" Wang Bing clenched his hands angrily.

Wang Yi sighed helplessly and covered his head with a black cloth.

I thought the young master would be more restrained after what happened at Qunling Mountain, but I didn't expect him to still be so forgetful.

With such a character, I'm afraid something bad will happen sooner or later...
"Master, we have to do it tonight. The sorcerer might still be in the mountain." Wang Yi said guiltily. He really didn't want to meet an opponent of that level in his entire life.

"What sorcerer?"

"The one who tormented you in Qunling Mountain... uh... was that person!" Wang Yi nodded incoherently.

Wang Bing's eyes, revealed through the gaps in the black gauze, revealed a deep sense of doubt.

"What is Qunling Mountain?"

Wang Yi’s eyes widened. After enduring such inhuman torture, he actually couldn’t remember what the Qunling Mountain was.

"It's the mountain in Dayu... That person is the second best in the country who beat you into the hospital, the Witch King Yan Huan from Qunling Mountain."

Wang Bing tried his best to recall, but he could not remember the past of Qunling Mountain. However, when he heard the name "Yan Huan", his heart skipped a beat.

"No, I was injured when I went to Changbai Mountain to look for spirits. I was bitten by a beast there, right?"

It was for this reason that Wang Bing gave up the idea of ​​going north after Wang Ai's repeated warnings.

"But this..."

Young master, your brain is broken!

Wang Yi was confused for a moment, and then he wondered if the master had tampered with Wang Bing's memory, so he kept silent.

Wang Bing stroked his restless chest and snorted coldly: "Humph! Who dares to call himself the Witch King if he is the second in the country? You should know that all the witches in the world cannot hold their heads up in front of the methods of my Wang family."

(End of this chapter)