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

Chapter 315 Brother Huan, please respect yourself!!!

Xia Liuqing put his hands behind his back and went down the mountain alone.

The ice spikes floating around Yan Huan changed direction and pointed their tips at Barron.

Swish!
The cold air was spreading in the air, and ice crystals were condensing silently, like countless tiny stardust, suspended in the air, reflecting the faint light, and sparkling.

Barron's figure was galloping through the woods like a cheetah, his clothes fluttering in the wind and his footsteps as light as the wind.

However, just as he was about to leap up, several thick vines suddenly sprang out from under his feet and silently wrapped around his ankles.

Those were all unconscious things, an extension of nature, and even with his excellent qualities as a special forces soldier, he was completely unable to sense their existence.

The vines restrained his movements like shackles. In an instant, a thin layer of frost gradually formed on the ground, and the cold air was hazy, as if shrouded in silver mist.

The icy cold current quickly climbed up along his ankles, freezing Barron's skin. His arms were invaded by the cold, stiff as stone, and the pain penetrated deep into his bones.

Barron took a deep breath, and red energy swirled around his body, like a red flame, connecting him to the heaven and earth. The vitality around him continuously poured into his body, repairing his frostbitten muscles and skin.

"Something seems to be wrong this time..." Barron clearly felt that the healing speed this time was much slower than before.

He looked up and saw Yan Huan standing still in front of him, his fingertips trembling slightly. His five narrow fingers had stretched out like vines, and his palm bloomed like a lotus. The trajectory of life around him suddenly twisted, and all the breath no longer flowed towards Barron, but rushed madly towards Yan Huan's palm.

"You have stolen all the life nearby..." Barron said in a low voice, with a hint of shock.

Rather than calling it stealing, it is so blatant that it is more like robbery.

The vitality that originally belonged to the heaven and earth flowed into Yan Huan's skin and seven orifices like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Although I can feel it vaguely at other times, this is the first time I've felt such an incomparable feeling..." The fresh and pure Qi made Yan Huan feel as if he were completely renewed, and his aura became even deeper and more unfathomable.

But Yan Huan also knew that the vitality he stole from Barron did not come from the heaven and earth in his own hands.

Yan Huan closed his eyes slightly, focusing on the flow of Qi in his body, slowly guiding the vitality of heaven and earth that he had plundered, and carefully and meticulously introducing it into his six internal organs.

As time went on, that distinct feeling of comfort gradually spread throughout my body, like a stream seeping through dry soil.

Thinking of Barron's special physique and Feng Baobao's light and airy demeanor, Yan Huan suddenly realized something.

The six bowels are not independent of the human body. They also correspond to the five internal organs, five liquids, five senses, five bodies, five colors, five emotions, five spirits, and even the five qi, five directions, and five elements.

"Six-Storage Immortal Thief" is not only about creating a perfect digestive system, but also about introducing external vitality into the body through the six bowels. The five internal organs will be activated in an instant. After that, the tendons, muscles, hair, skin and bones will be strengthened together, and people's resistance to wind, heat, dampness, dryness and cold will be deepened, and the body's resistance to various negative influences will be greatly improved.

The five liquids of the human body (sweat, mucus, tears, saliva, and spit) have also become powerful weapons that can be used, so Barron can cover the surface of his skin with an erosive layer or spit out corrosive saliva.

"It's a bit disappointing..." Yan Huan murmured in a low voice.

To be honest, if he had just left the Northeast, he might have been amazed at the profoundness of the Eight Wonders, but now he sees that whether it is "Fenghou Qimen" or "Liuku Immortal Thief", their advancement has only touched the lower threshold of "Five Elements Added to the Body".

Being haunted by the evil ghost, Yan Huan and the thief ghost Xu Hua were in tune with each other and exchanged ideas.

If you want to borrow the vitality of heaven and earth, you must first see the trajectories of their entire flow.

How can you steal something if you can’t see it?
"I have always focused on the soul and Yin Qi, but I have rarely explored the opposite of death..."

Yan Huan thought to herself as she carefully sensed her surroundings.

At this moment, Yan Huan could only steal the vitality used by Barron, but this did not pose a problem for him at all.

As long as you can find the flow of vitality around Barron and follow the clues, you can find the end of that vitality.

One second, two seconds...

Then one minute, two minutes...
Gradually, outside of the mind, all things have distinct outlines, and the endless flow of vitality passes slowly like a stream.

In Yan Huan's eyes, everything is a pure, clear and transparent picture. But for the ghost thief Xuhua, what he hears and sees is a different picture. Everything he sees seems to be within reach.

"Boss!"

Yan Huan understood the thief ghost's intention, and the state of being haunted by hundreds of ghosts was lifted. He jumped up on one leg and spread out all the "The Great Thief Book" behind him.

The white paper is no longer empty and pale. Every stroke of ink depicts the quiet and peaceful mountain scenery. In the middle of the ink, a tall, thin and strong man is standing stiffly in it.

The ink painting outlined in "The Book of Thieves" corresponds to the plants and trees seen by the thief ghost Xuhua.

"Boss! Thanks to you, my abilities have advanced!"

The ghost thief Xuhua's narrow fingers flicked at the pale pink wild flowers beside his feet, and a ray of vitality flowed upstream along the arc drawn by his fingertips and fell into the book.

The black ink painting suddenly had a touch of color, and the small wild flowers in the corner of the spread paper had color.

But the bouquet of flowers next to Xuhua's feet seemed to have withered and turned into a dead, dark color.

Whoosh!

The little wild flower's vitality lasted for five seconds before it returned to its original owner.

"Great! I didn't expect that among all the ghosts, you would be the first to advance. I think we should change the name of "The Book of Thieves" to "The Book of Life and Death"!" Yan said with a smile.

Xu Hua scratched his head in embarrassment, "But, the life force only lasts for five seconds..."

Five seconds is still too short.

Yan Huan half-knelt on the ground and touched the small wild flowers swaying in the wind with his fingers.

"Just like the soul, as long as the original owner is still alive, the vitality cannot be completely transferred to others unless you eat it."

"Heaven and earth give all things enough respect in this regard..."

Yan Huan comforted the ghost thief for a few words, then bowed to Barron and said, "Since I, the ghost in the banner, have made a breakthrough, I will naturally repay Mr. Barron for this great favor."

"Come here, you want the unknown, and the threats lurking in the unknown."

call! ! !
After saying that, behind Yan Huan, the yin energy surged like a tide, and thick black fog gathered in the air, gradually forming a deep and boundless black sea.

As the fog rolled, an icy snake eye quietly emerged from it. The narrow eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a cold light, examining everything in front of it like a predator.

Finally, the pupils suddenly stopped and stared straight at Barron.

The Teng Snake represents fear, terror and evil, and is naturally synonymous with terror and disaster.

"In this way, it can be regarded as fulfilling Mr. Barron's wish."

The Teng Snake lurks in the depths of the black fog, emitting a creepy feeling of oppression.

Barron's eyes narrowed, his heart suddenly tightened, and the fear spread through his body like a cold wave, but a hint of excitement that was hard to conceal flashed in his eyes.

Fear and excitement intertwined in my heart.

The unknown monster in the fog poses a huge threat, and the unknown danger hangs over his head like a sharp blade, but Barron cannot suppress his inner desire to pursue the limit.

Whenever he faced unknown things that posed a huge threat, his blood seemed to burn, but this time, the fear far exceeded the limit of excitement - the cold and oppressive feeling was like an invisible hand, grasping his heart tightly, making every breath he took extremely difficult.

"Hoo ah ah..." Barron's heart palpitations intensified, and his breathing became gradually rapid, but his feet involuntarily followed the snake shadow in the fog.

The black fog rolled like waves, and the shadow of the snake was looming. Suddenly, a deep voice came from the fog: "Can you kill it?"

Yan Huan replied: "No."

"it is good!"

Suddenly, the snake's tail in the fog cut through the air like lightning, making a sharp "swish" sound.

The tip of the tail swung in the air, bringing with it the sound of a cold wind. He obviously reduced his strength, but the speed of the whip still made Barron unable to detect the murderous intent. Before he could react, his body was whipped by the long tail of the snake and instantly flew into the bushes nearby. He had almost no room for resistance during the whole process.

Barron fell awkwardly into the bushes, his body still numb from being hit by such a huge force.

Yan Huan's voice floated over: "Mr. Barron, thank you."

"Since it is your wish, this is my small gift in return."

I like the unknown and the threats that lurk in it...

I've never seen such a strange habit.

"Mr. Barron?"

The bushes were silent and the black fog around them quietly dissipated, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Yan Huan frowned slightly, feeling somewhat surprised. They had agreed that "you cannot kill", so why did it suddenly become quiet?
Could it be...
He turned to look at the Teng Snake. The huge creature lowered its head, its pupils flickering slightly. It let out a long, low sigh, with a hint of embarrassment in its voice: "Uh... I couldn't control my strength..."

Yan Huan raised his eyebrows, looking somewhat helpless: "I..."

He raised his hand and pointed forward. A green light shot out and the dim light scattered. The green wings drew a graceful arc in the air.

"Save the people first."

The blue bird Bifang circled in the air and spread its wings to sweep away the remaining mist in the sky.

It looked down at Barron, who was dying in the bushes. Its eyes flickered for a moment, and it said in a deep voice, "This kid is strong and won't die that easily. He can still be saved."

After that, Bifang landed lightly on the top of the Teng Snake's head, shook off the green feathers on his body, and asked Yan Huan with a bit of joking: "I say, can you find a suitable place to let these guys learn how to control their strength?"

"I've told you so many times, have you changed? Please understand the concept of 'Five Elements Essence' first, and don't ask us to clean up the mess every time."

"You make it sound so simple..." Yan Huan touched the cold and smooth snake scales, "How can there be such a good opportunity for the Eight Deceitful Gods to act?"

"That's not necessarily true. I heard that things are very chaotic abroad..." Bifang said with a wicked smile.

Yan Huan immediately understood Bifang's intention, "You want to have fun again..."

"No, I am also concerned about the development of my companions. If I were to be involved in killing for no reason, I would be deeply saddened~"

Yan Huan looked at the snake-headed blue bird helplessly, raised his hand and absorbed all the evil in the sky into his body.

The forest returned to silence, and suddenly, Zhang Chulan's breathless breathing broke the eerie atmosphere.

He staggered and rushed out from the front in a panic, followed by five or six "Quanxing" disciples, chasing him relentlessly.

Zhang Chulan looked flustered, obviously at the end of his strength. His steps were unsteady and he ran around in the woods without any plan.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and met Yan Huan.

At that moment, Zhang Chulan seemed to have found a life-saving straw, his face was overjoyed, and with a "thump" he rolled and crawled behind Yan Huan.

"Huan...Brother Huan..."

The disciples of "Quan Xing" approached step by step and surrounded him.

The six people stood on both sides, staring at Yan Huan coldly, with a bit of disdain and temptation in their eyes.

"You little bastard, hand over the source of your Qi body!" one of them shouted harshly, with murderous intent hinted in his tone.

The other man stared at Yan Huan, sneered and threatened: "And you, you'd better get out of the way and don't cause trouble for yourself, so as not to be affected!"

The moonlight in the forest shone through the leaves, making the place as quiet as ice. Under the moonlight, Yan Huan's face was hidden in the shadows, and it was hard to see clearly. Only her indifferent aura made people feel elusive.

Zhang Chulan bent over and supported himself on his knees, breathing heavily, his forehead covered with cold sweat. He wiped the blood and dirt from the corners of his mouth and said in an exaggerated tone: "To bully the minority with numbers is not a fair victory... You bunch of Quanxing monsters... Aren't you awesome? Come on! If you have the guts, try it with this gentleman!"

While Zhang Chulan was talking, he did not forget to sneak up to Yan Huan and pleaded in a low voice: "Brother Huan, Grandpa Huan! I'm really not a good person! Please beat them up!"

Yan Huan's expression remained calm and he raised one hand calmly.

Just one movement made all the "Quanxing" disciples on the opposite side tense up and unconsciously took a few steps back with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Six monsters are nothing, but Zhang Chulan can clearly sense the cultivation of "Unshakable Green Lotus" when he first meets him.

No matter who you are, it would be hard to swallow your pride and flatter and call someone you have only met a few times "grandfather", right?

"You little bastard, I'll say it again, get out of the way!" The leader felt uneasy, but still shouted, trying to remain calm in his tone.

Zhang Chulan raised his middle finger instead, "Tsk tsk tsk! Watch your words! Do you know who this guy is?"

"The one standing before you is Ding Shimaan, who defeated one of the two heroes at a young age. He is recognized as the second best in the world, the master of all spirits, the commander of all ghosts, the reincarnation of the legendary great wizard Shui Jing, and the famous wizard king!"

After these words were spoken, Yan Huan and "Quan Xing" fell silent.

The Quan Xing disciples on the opposite side were obviously more nervous, and their faces looked ugly as if they had swallowed bitter medicine.

The six people exchanged glances. Although they had not yet completely believed it, the fear in their hearts had already spread.

"I'd rather believe that it exists than believe that it doesn't exist!"

The leader shouted decisively: "Retreat!"

The six people were about to retreat, but after running a few steps, something strange happened. The color of their bodies suddenly began to fade, leaving only a thick dark black.

Hidden in the darkness, a one-legged ghost held a book, looking confused and at a loss.

The ghost thief Xuhao scratched his head, as if he didn't know how to deal with the lives of these people.

Xu Hua looked at the few people still lying on the ground, and imitated the Teng Snake, and asked tentatively: "Master, can I kill them?"

"Yes." Yan Huan responded calmly.

After receiving the order, Xu Hao used his magic again. This time, the vitality of the six people in Quan Xing was completely dissipated, turning into black afterimages, imprinted on the ground. However, the "Tao Book" in his hand had several vivid human figures, which were lifelike.

Zhang Chulan was so frightened watching this scene that he was stunned. His hand unconsciously raised to cover his chin, and he finally closed his frightened mouth with great difficulty.

He murmured to himself: "Luckily it's on my side..."

Yan Huan glanced at him. Zhang Chulan looked extremely miserable at the moment, his clothes were tattered and he was dirty all over.

It is really miserable to think that he has fallen to such a state just because of the end of the art "Qi Body Origin".

"Ok?"

Yan Huan looked at Zhang Chulan for a moment, and suddenly a bold idea came to his mind.

When it comes to what Taiyin hides, Yan Huan's first reaction is forbidden techniques, because those techniques are concealed and safe enough.

"In addition to the inherited great forbidden technique of Tianshidu, doesn't Zhang Chulan also have one?"

Snapped!
Yan Huan patted Zhang Chulan's shoulder and said softly, "Take off your pants and show me your **."

Zhang Chulan was shocked. He covered his waist with both hands and looked at him in horror: "Brother Huan...Brother Huan! Please respect yourself!!!"

Yan Huan said seriously: "It's okay, don't think about it, let me recover."

"No!" Zhang Chulan screamed in shock, shrank back, and retreated repeatedly, keeping his legs tightly together, guarding himself against any danger.

(End of this chapter)