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

Chapter 365: Immortal God's Treasure, Legendary Artifact

"Ah, let me bring the translator with me, otherwise it will be too tiring to talk to you guys."

The man carrying the big axe is named Kintaro, an important cadre of the Foundation's Japanese branch.

Huang Zhanyi snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

In his opinion, cooperation with the foundation was just an ordinary transaction, a trivial matter in the extraordinary circle. When it came to national treasures, it was tantamount to treason.

"What a weird person! Once you join the foundation, don't think about your nationality." Kintaro sneered.

"I haven't joined the club." Huang Zhanyi argued stubbornly, his eyes narrowed.

Eagle Claw Fist is a small sect that cannot compete with the four major ones. Even in front of the emerging small forces, it is gradually losing its head. If it does not find a way out, it will probably go further and further on the road of decline. As the head of the sect, Huang Zhanyi chose to cooperate with foreign forces without hesitation.

But it's just cooperation.

"Then let's get started. No need to be polite. Get the jade box back from Mr. Urashima."

Kintaro gave the order and Huang Zhanyi immediately raised his claws.

Urashima Saburo took off the treasure chest hanging around his neck, and gently turned the keyhole on the treasure chest with his fingers. As it turned, a crisp "click" sound was heard.

"I'll give it back to you, but that depends on whether you have the ability to take it!" He sneered and pushed the lid of the box with his hand, and it popped open.

In an instant, white mist gushed out of the treasure chest, lingering around.

The white mist carried a strange fragrance, illusory and hazy, but made people feel uneasy.

As Huang Zhanyi looked in astonishment, Urashima Saburo's wrinkled face suddenly began to change.

He was originally a centenarian with a hunchback and a head full of white hair. At this moment, his skin tightened rapidly, the wrinkles smoothed out inch by inch, his shriveled limbs became full of strength, and his hair turned from gray to black, emitting a soft and bright luster.

"Rejuvenation? This is impossible!" Huang Zhanyi exclaimed in shock, his eyes full of shock.

This kind of magic is worthy of being called a magical technique. How many people in the world of extraordinary people today can do it?

If we think about the generation before us, the only person who possessed such profound skills was the head of the Sanyi Sect—the "Daying Immortal" Zuo Ruotong.

Urashima Saburo moved his neck, and the joints made a "cracking" sound. He stood straight as a pine tree, and his spirits were high.

He reached out and touched his face. It was a young and handsome face with eyes as deep as the abyss, yet with a hint of coldness.

"Hahaha!" The arrogant laughter echoed in the underground ruins. The voice was loud and full of youthful vigor.

"It's been a long time since I last saw this young body!"

Urashima Saburo crushed the gravel around him with one foot, his momentum was like a rainbow, and his long hair was flying.

The white gas in the treasure chest gradually dissipated and closed again.

"Hehehe, isn't that strange?" Kintaro said with a grin, "These are the things we have been searching for. Some of them are definitely not inferior to the 'Eight Great Techniques' you have been dreaming of."

Huang Zhanyi swallowed a few times.

Kintaro went on to explain that most of the vitality and energy used in a person's life is wasted, and very few people can fully absorb and mobilize it. However, Ryuguya Otohime's jade box can store all the wasted energy and refine it.

The price is that the holder of the box must live in a state of decay, but when the box is opened, he can get the most perfect physical condition.

"Tsk, auxiliary magic tools, it sounds like they are forcing the growth of life skills!"

"Trail!"

Kintaro tilted his head. "There are always shortcuts in the world, but are the Eight Great Techniques the main path?"

"How should I know? I haven't practiced it!"

"That's right... I was stunned." Kintaro said with a smile.

"People from the Foundation appeared here, which means you want to recycle that thing as well, right?" Urashima Saburo stood on the broken pillar, holding a fishing rod in his hand. The fishing line swayed gently with the strength of his wrist, making a low "buzzing" sound.

Kintaro spread his hands and said helplessly: "Whoever finds it, it belongs to him. This is the consistent principle of the foundation. But your elders didn't take it out, right?"

"It came into your hands, but was lost. Well, it's ownerless, whoever finds it will own it!"

"The treasure of Nanhua Zhenren - the Celestial Immortal Dream Pill Method."

Huang Zhanyi breathed a sigh of relief.

The people in the Adam Foundation are really crazy and they covet everything.

"What exactly is Dia trying to do by collecting the secrets of becoming an immortal from all over the world?"

Kintaro made a silent gesture: "Shh~ Who knows? We can't guess what Mr. Dia is thinking. Also, let me tell you, we have also sent people to the valleys in your country in the Qinling Mountains."

"Hmph!" Huang Zhanyi stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly narrowed, and said no more.

The gravel on the ground was shaken slightly by his internal energy, and the five fingers of both hands were spread out, forming the shape of eagle claws.

"A fishing rod catches people's hearts, and a golden hook catches people's lives. Urashima, let me see your vicious methods today!"

Huang Zhanyi shouted coldly, sank his legs, and then suddenly jumped up, with eagle claws as fast as lightning, and pounced directly on Urashima Saburo's chest.

The Eagle Claw Fist was used to feel the pulse and break the tendons and bones. In an instant, Huang Zhanyi had already approached Urashima Saburo and with a strong breaking force, he grabbed the pulse with his five fingers.

Urashima leaped back, and the fishing rod swept out suddenly. The fishing line was like a whip, and it swung horizontally with the golden hook, pointing directly at Huang Zhanyi's heart.

Bright lights flashed by, the shadow of the pole was like a rainbow, and the fishing line coiled around like a snake, almost blocking all of Huang Zhanyi's escape routes.

Huang Zhanyi narrowed his eyes slightly, touched the ground with his toes, spun his body up, and with his eagle claws flying, he actually grabbed the fishing line with his bare hands. At the same time, his other hand suddenly reached down and slapped Urashima's right wrist that was holding the fishing rod.

The palm force was fierce, and the internal energy penetrated through the fingertips and hit Urashima's meridians directly.

At this moment, the fishing rod shook violently, and the fishing line broke away from Huang Zhanyi's control, entangled with the golden hook, drew a strange arc, and attacked him from behind!
This time, a piece of bloody flesh was torn off.

"Ah, I brought the wrong person. If it was someone who played with swords or fire, it would be easier than it is now!" Kintaro shook his head and sighed. The two men on the opposite side exchanged several moves in an instant. The fishing line collided with the eagle claws, making a harsh sound, and gravel flew, leaving several deep scratches on the ground.

"Fishing requires patience and perseverance. This is just the first step." Urashima Saburo grinned.

The fishing rod was swung rapidly, the fishing line was flying all over the sky, and the gold and silver hooks drew a net of cold light in the air. Huang Zhanyi jumped several steps to avoid it, and the stone pillar behind him was affected and was instantly cut into pieces by the fishing line.

"help!"

"Find a way to deal with the wires here!"

Huang Zhanyi gritted his teeth and said, this small fishing line was actually made so difficult to handle.

Kintaro shrugged. "I'll be fined for making such a request..."

After saying that, he took off the big axe on his back, pulled the knot wrapped around the axe handle and threw it forward.

Swish!
The heavy and powerful axe body spun rapidly, stirring up gusts of wind. The fishing lines scattered all around were cut into small knots and broke layer by layer.

Urashima's eyes widened: "You!"

"This thread of mine has been refined. There is no way an axe can cut it!"

"Ah, so, so!" Kintaro retracted the flying axe, "This is the sacred weapon left by Sakata Kintoki!"

"Mr. Dia has never treated anyone in the foundation unfairly, and I am no exception."

Urashima Saburo clenched his teeth.

Yan Huan sat behind the collapsed stone pillar, his figure hidden in the dim shadows, his left hand supporting his chin, a tiny whirlwind suspended in the palm of his right hand, accurately transmitting the conversation of several people in the distance into his ears.

"So he is the descendant of the fisherman in Nanhua's dream, and he stole the alchemy method..."

“That way we can string them together.”

Da da da!
Just as Urashima and Huang Zhanyi were in a delicate stalemate, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the other side of the ruins.

Yan Huan looked over when he heard the voice, and the wind in his hand shifted, catching a glimpse of a familiar figure.

"Where's that damn old man!"

"Get out of here! You killed people and ate their flesh, and you even used a human notebook to wipe your mouth. I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"

Chen Junyan, sweating profusely, rushed in, the beam of his flashlight swinging on the wall. He kicked away the collapsed rubble roughly and scanned the scene.

The oldest person around was Huang Zhanyi, who was in his fifties. There were no old men at all.

"Ah... Sorry to bother you! Please continue. Excuse me."

Chen Junyan bowed deeply to the few people and continued to run towards the darkness ahead.

"No, what is this kid doing?" Yan Huan almost held his forehead and sighed in the dark. After thinking about it, he realized that he had never been so reckless at that age.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Under the puzzled gazes of several people, Chen Junyan ran back in a flash.

He looked up breathlessly, his eyes suddenly fixed on a gap above him, his expression instantly turned gloomy, and anger almost burst out from his eyes uncontrollably.

"Get down!" He pointed his finger upwards and said in a thunderous voice, "You are a patient infected by Abaddon, right?!"

The angry shouts echoed in the ruins. A low noise came from above everyone's heads, and with a "crash", sand poured down like a waterfall.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled sound shook the entire space.

boom!
A tall and burly figure jumped down from the gap and fell heavily with a strong sense of oppression. The dull sound of falling to the ground was as shocking as a drumbeat.

He was a foreigner, with a physique like an iron tower, taut muscles all over his body, and his exposed skin was faintly an abnormal bluish-gray color. There were several irregular cracks on his forehead and arms, mixed with the incongruous Pepsi-Cola logo tattoo.

Patients can be attracted to each other.

In order to remove the remaining meteorite fragments, Chen Junyan accepted a small part of the virus's influence. At this moment, he had a very strong sense of the person in front of him - the virus concentration in this foreigner's body was too high.

"Why does it take so long to grab something?"

"What do you want? Point it out to me. I'm in a hurry." The foreigner said in a low voice.

"Ah, that's it, Lord Greed." Kintaro pointed at the jade box hanging around Urashima's neck.

"understood."

Greed took a step forward and raised his index finger, "Come here."

Swish!
The jade box moved upon hearing the sound and fell into the hands of Greed in a moment.

"What did you do! Give it back to me!" Urashima chased forward like crazy. Although the jade box was lost, his body that had been nurtured for so long was still strong. If they fought, he would win.

Greed raised his hand and made a stop gesture: "I will take what I want, don't force me what I don't want."

"Come!"

Greedily raised his hand and Urashima lost balance and fell down as if his right leg was cut off. His limp legs twitched like rubber bands.

In the hand of the foreigner was a leg bone as smooth as white jade.

"If you don't use this thing properly, there's a word in Chinese called..."

Huang Zhanyi said, "What a waste of natural resources."

"Yes, it's a waste of talent. Huang, you are very good!"

(End of this chapter)