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

Chapter 286 You are Fu Rui's control

"Hey hey hey!"

A malicious laugh was heard from the forest path, and people came out one after another.

There is Liao Tietou who practices Iron Head Kung Fu, and next to him is a Shaolin rebel who uses the superb Vajra Leg Kung Fu.

There was also an arsonist with a Molotov cocktail hanging on his waist, a man practicing horizontal martial arts, two paper-making girls, and Zhong Qiang, who had a jet-assisted magic weapon on his arm.

"I wanted to do something sneaky behind your back, but I didn't expect to be discovered." Zhong Qiang said with a smile.

The Witch King is famous, but in this situation, ten to one, the advantage is on me!
“Wait, wait! You can launch a sneak attack, but we two sisters will not participate in a head-on attack.” Among the seven people who came out, there was a pair of sisters wearing red robes.

The paper figures in the loose-sleeved robes wept quietly, and even the "paper generals" made of paper in their hands couldn't help but tremble.

"Are you scared?" the bald man sneered.

The two sisters spread their hands and said, "Come on! You baldy, are you kidding me? This is the Witch King! The King of Witches! With our witchcraft skills, we will definitely be defeated if we let him go!"

"The eight of you go ahead, we won't get involved, and there's no requirement to go against the Witch King Yan Huan in the mission."

After saying that, the two sisters ran towards the foot of the mountain at full speed.

The mountain wind was howling, the shadows of the trees were swaying in the sunlight, and the two men walked through the path in the forest and finally escaped to the stone steps leading to the mountain entrance.

When her sister was out of breath and could hardly speak, she stopped and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "It's such a long way, it should be okay..."

However, the younger sister's face suddenly became stiff. She anxiously fumbled in her robe and her face turned pale in an instant. "Oh no, sister! Our paper man ran away with that guy!"

My sister's face was filled with worry when she heard this, but although those paper figures were carefully made, they were just means after all, and it would not be a big deal if they were lost.

She sighed and advised, "Don't take risks. If it's gone, it's gone. What matters most is staying alive."

Wow!
The wind was mixed with the sound of rustling paper pieces. Yan Huan stood in front of the cave, holding in his hand the paper figurines that the sisters had lost. The breeze blew, and the paper figurines swayed gently.

The Chinese folk art of paper-making, which originated from funeral customs, is also known as paper-making, paper-pasting, and paper-making. It is a craft that serves the dead.

However, the craftsmanship of these two sisters is so poor that the paper figures they carefully made are only of a mediocre level.

The paper figures in his hands had not yet been painted with eyes, but Yan Huan moved his fingers slightly, and the Qi in his body surged out, turning into black ink and falling on their pupils.

The paper figure seemed to be injected with life in an instant, and its two pairs of eyes flashed with sharp light.

"Go." Yan Huan ordered softly, and with a wave of his hand, the two paper figures instantly turned into warriors in golden armor and black robes, riding their horses at high speed, waving steel whips in their hands, and rushed straight towards Liao Tietou opposite.

Liao Tietou narrowed his eyes and saw the two huge figures riding horses and charging. His face darkened and he cursed in a low voice: "Is it the stuff of the paper-making sisters? There's really no way they can escape."

The arsonist next to him wore a pair of round glasses and had a nasty smile on his face. He touched the Molotov cocktail on his waist and said frivolously, "Paper people? Isn't it appropriate to use fire to deal with them?"

boom--!
The Molotov cocktail was thrown out, and a sea of ​​fire instantly broke out in front of the cave.

The paper warriors rushed into the fire and let out miserable howls. The flames quickly devoured their bodies. Not long after, they turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind.

"Things made with shoddy workmanship are really not useful." Yan Huan stretched out his hand, and a flame burned in his palm.

"But I still advise you that if you set fire to the mountain, you will spend the rest of your life in prison."

"Hehehe!" The arsonist laughed nonchalantly, his eyes full of morbid pleasure.

"I just like to see things that people try so hard to protect being destroyed. Famous mountains and rivers, thousand-year-old temples, if only one can be destroyed, that's fine!"

"Then be careful not to get burned." Yan Huan said softly, and it seemed as if his words had come true. The scattered sea of ​​fire suddenly seemed to come to life and began to gather uncontrollably around the arsonist.

The scorching flames seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, spinning into a vortex of fire, rising from the ground into the sky and gathering into a dazzling pillar of fire that reached the sky.

The arsonist's eyes widened, not understanding what was happening.

How could an arsonist who takes pleasure in fire be devoured by the flames?
His face changed from arrogance to fear, and then he was wrapped in the pillar of fire, quickly burning up and dissipating in the flames, leaving only a wisp of ash floating in the air, just like a burnt paper man, turning into smoke and dust.

The people around were horrified when they saw this.

Someone couldn't help but shouted in a trembling voice: "Don't just stand there! This is the Witch King! Show us your best skills!"

A fierce light flashed in Liao Tietou's eyes, and then he became ruthless. He kicked his feet, used his proud iron head skill, and rushed towards Yan Huan.

At the same time, the Shaolin traitor on the side also attacked from the flank, and with a Vajra kick like wind and thunder, he whipped Yan Huan's waist fiercely.

Yan Huan's body moved slightly, and a golden light flashed to protect his body. After a dull "bang" like a bell, Liao Tietou hit the golden light, and a huge bump instantly appeared on the top of his head. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the ground, no longer able to fight back.

At the same time, the Vajra Leg also kicked hard on the golden light that protected Yan Huan's body.

A crisp sound of bone breaking was heard, and the Shaolin rebel screamed in pain. He rolled on the ground holding his legs, his face pale. The Vajra Leg that was so powerful just now now seemed vulnerable.

"Iron Head Kung Fu, right? Vajra Leg, right?" Yan Huan asked calmly, slowly walking towards the fallen Shaolin rebel and stepping on the man's other intact thigh without mercy.

The bones made a sharp cracking sound and the man began to scream heart-wrenchingly in pain.

On the other side, Quan Xing, who was proficient in horizontal kung fu, had already seen that the situation was not good, and took the opportunity to escape without a trace.

Zhong Qiang gritted his teeth and looked at the "three thieves".

The three of them stood aside, their faces becoming extremely solemn.

They looked at each other. They really didn't expect that the situation would be completely reversed in such a short moment.

"Come!" Yan Huan slowly turned around and faced the "three thieves".

The Quanxing Six Thieves did not show up in the original plot line. We only know that after the Heavenly Master came down the mountain, three of the "Six Thieves" died in the battle on the Xilingol Grassland.

However, these three corpses and four madmen mostly use methods to arouse the heart and affect the spirit and psychology. I think these "six thieves" are similar.

Just like the “Four Madmen”, the methods of the “Six Thieves” must be used in coordination, which is the most disturbing. Now there are only “Three Thieves”. It is a pity for Yan Huan that he cannot witness all of their methods.

"Since you are the Witch King, we naturally dare not neglect you." The three of them quickly jumped away and each guarded one side. "It's a pity that the six thieves are not complete today. If we want to capture you, we need to spend more effort."

The wind-attracting big-eared thief took the lead and his ears began to flutter with the wind.

The so-called "anger in the ears" refers to the anger caused by hearing words that are not pleasing to one's heart, which is used to disturb the purity of the ear among the six senses, so that people fall into the emotion of anger and cannot extricate themselves, and intensify this rage to the point of losing reason.

Er Tingnu stood on the south side of the cave entrance, put his fingers on his earlobes, and listened carefully.

After a moment, he nodded thoughtfully, then laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha! I see, I see! I never thought that the Wizard King would have such a hobby. It's really unexpected."

The big-eared thief raised his finger and pointed at Yan Huan: "You are a Furui control."

(End of this chapter)