Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 220: Warlock Without Form
Wang Yi's sudden killing move stunned even Boss Mei and his disciples standing beside him.

There was no reaction to even take action to stop it, not to mention these ordinary Chinese with yellow skin and white hearts, who were just about to be cut in half by the huge formation deliberately created by Wang Yi.

A strong wind suddenly blew up around these guys, disrupting the restaurant and turning into a thick wall of wind that blocked Wang Yi's attack.

The slashing attack dissipated, and the wind wall turned into a gust of wind that made the interior of the restaurant look like the scene after a typhoon. But as the chaotic movement disappeared, Wang Yi stood there, looking at the seven old men who appeared in front of these Chinese bosses.

This was exactly the purpose of his coming here, to find out these yellow-skinned, white-hearted Chinese workers who had abandoned their own national identity, joined the Ant Nest, and in turn worked for the Ant Nest, persecuting their own compatriots.

According to the information he had just obtained from the alien's mind, there were a total of nine Chinese workers who chose to join the Ant Nest, and under the arrangement of the Ant Nest, they came to New York and sneaked into Chinatown.

But right now, there were only seven old guys in front of him with an average age of ninety.

"Your Excellency is meddling too much. No matter how wrong we are in this matter, we should apologize to Boss Mei. When is it your turn to interfere in the matter between us and Boss Mei?"

An old man in the middle was looking at Wang Yi with a serious expression, speaking Chinese with a distorted accent, just as awkward as a foreigner speaking Chinese for the first time.

"They say that even though your accent doesn't change, your hair won't turn gray. That's not entirely true. How can a few old guys who have forgotten their roots try to speak Chinese to me? There are two more old guys here. Come out. Don't hide like mice. I have to catch them one by one."

Wang Yi pointed at the seven old men who appeared in front of him and cursed them. He didn't want to waste any more time talking to them.

Similarly, the seven old guys who thought they could still fool people also changed their expressions when they heard Wang Yi reveal the real number of people in their group.

Without caring about their own offspring on the field, the seven of them mobilized the true energy in their bodies and struck out together.

The palm wind swept the tables, chairs, benches, bowls, chopsticks, plates and cups towards Wang Yi. The seven of them were just as Wang Yi described, like seven frightened old mice. In a few leaps, they had already crashed through the roof of the restaurant and looked at the lobby that was more than ten meters away from them with still in shock.

"Where are you looking, old man?"

"Peter be careful!"

The sound has not arrived yet, but the palm wind has arrived first.

A powerful palm strike was thrown into the air, and the two old guys who had reacted finally blocked it.

The tiles on the roof of the restaurant in Chinatown were flying everywhere due to the strong wind. Facing these seven old guys who seemed to have connected their true Qi into a whole, Wang Yi was straightforward. He took a step forward and rushed forward.

With the magnetic field of true Qi surrounding his body, he charged directly into the formation formed by these seven old guys.

When Wang Yi entered the formation, the Qi formation formed by the positions where the seven old guys were standing also began to operate.

Li Zi·White Bone Fire!
Kun character·Quicksand!

The word Xun: One tree makes a forest!
Xun character: strong wind!

In an instant, based on this Cantonese-style restaurant, fire was born, and the wind took advantage of the fire to turn into a fire tornado. The tiles under Wang Yi's feet turned into black quicksand and swallowed him. The supporting beams under the tiles also split into wooden stakes that emerged from the black quicksand and turned into prisons, trying to restrict Wang Yi's trajectory in the Qi Bureau.

Faced with this kind of strange attack method launched by ordinary sorcerers by occupying positions, although Wang Yi could not arbitrarily change the rules of the Qimen formation like Fenghou Qimen, one of the Eight Great Skills, but he had another way to disrupt the rules of the Qimen formation.

The magnetic field rotates!
As Wang Zhou's magnetic field and true Qi were stimulated, the seven old guys occupying the Qimen formation also realized that there was a problem with the magic spells they were performing from their Qimen positions.

The quicksand of the character Kun collides with the white bone fire of the character Li, and the strong wind of the character Xun is also blocked by a forest of trees formed by the character Xun.

The combination that was supposed to form a trap against Wang Yi now contradicted itself and turned into a fight between themselves.

"Oh no, the intelligence is wrong, the other party is also a warlock!"

The seven old guys were already past the age where they needed to communicate through conversation. When their eyes met, they realized that it was an unwise move to let the other party step on their formation, and they immediately prepared to scatter.

Faced with the opponent's action, Wang Yi's countermeasure was very simple, just raising his hand and waving it.

Seven ordinary Qi balls that were concentrated to the extreme flew out from his hand and flew towards the seven old men.

Without any attributes attached, it was just a simple impact of the Qi ball, which was caught by the seven old men with one hand, but at the same time, their movements to leave were also blocked.

Shaking their numb arms, the seven old men looked at Wang Yi standing in the center, with even more horror on their faces.

Even if it was an ordinary Qi ball without any attributes, the concentration of this Qi ball was too outrageous! How strong is the true Qi in this young man's body!

But Wang Yi didn't care what they were thinking. What he wanted was for them to break up the Qi ball that he had thrown out.

The seven concentrated Qi balls were broken up and turned into a burst of white Qi that dissipated around, gradually disappearing into thin air under the cover of night. Wang Yi also put his fingers together to form a sword and held it upright in front of him.

Magical power: draw a line on the ground to make a prison!
An invisible Qi wall with a radius of ten meters was set up with Wang Yi as the center to block Wang Yi's attack. The seven old men who were about to leave turned around and fled, and as expected, they collided completely with the Qi wall set up by Wang Yi.

Several screams came out from the mouths of the seven old men at the same time, blood spurted out of their nostrils and mouths, and a few teeth could be vaguely seen flying out.

With the help of his magical power, Wang appeared in front of the opponent like a phantom.

He put his fingers together to form a sword, and the magnetic field's true energy gathered at his fingertips, and then he pointed at the Tanzhong acupoint on the old man's chest in front of him.

The magnetic field's true Qi flowed through the fingers and penetrated the old man's chest's Dan Zhong point and poured into the other person's body. The moment it entered the other person's body, the magnetic field's true Qi began to exert its power and disrupted the circulation of the other person's true Qi.

What manifested itself was that the old man in front of Wang Yi began to tremble as if he had a cramp and had no strength to fight anymore.

He grabbed the old man in front of him by the shoulder and threw him down to the lobby below the restaurant.

"Go down."

"You too."

Wang Yi acted quickly. After sealing the meridians of the first old man and throwing him off the building, he did the same to the rest.

They all press the Dan Zhong point on the opponent's chest and seal their meridians through the magnetic field and true Qi, making it impossible for the true Qi in their bodies to circulate, and they will lose the true Qi protecting their bodies.

These seven old men are almost a hundred years old. If they fall from a height of more than ten meters, they will be dead for sure.

But Wang Yi was not worried about them, because there were more than one masters in the restaurant.

"Yuan Ba! Help!"

"It's your order!"

Boss Mei, who had been watching the one-sided crushing battle above in the lobby, also shouted, and the disciples beside him were already prepared.

He was seen with a Peking Opera-style face painted on and a magic whip in his hand.

With a wave of the magic whip, golden true energy emanated from his body. The true energy transformed into a fierce tiger in mid-air, which caught the seven old men whose meridians were blocked and unable to move, one by one, and let them land on the ground unharmed.

After doing all this, the tiger transformed by the true Qi returned to its own body. The disciple named Yuanba also held the magic whip in his hand and looked up at Wang Yi who was standing on the roof of the restaurant.

The Qi wall that was used to imprison the ground had long since dissipated. Wang Yi released his five senses and looked around carefully. After making sure that the remaining two old guys had not shown up from beginning to end, he snorted in dissatisfaction, turned around and jumped down.

As his figure slowly descended, Wang Yi also looked at the strange man standing in front of Boss Mei.

The other party was also looking at him, but soon retracted his gaze, dispelled the monster mask on his face, revealed his true face, clasped his fists towards Wang Yi, and then retreated behind Boss Mei. "Mr. Wang, this is my senior brother's disciple, practicing the art of performing gods. Please forgive me for making an emergency decision."

"Boss Mei, you are too polite. I have seen this method of performing gods before, but I don't understand it. I just feel that in this foreign country, this brother can still use the method of performing gods to borrow the Qi of faith of all living beings of the god he is performing to save people. His cultivation is no worse than mine."

"It's just a trick. The god I play is Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth and War. And this place is located in Chinatown. Everyone is trying to make a living in a foreign country. They just want to make money through harmony. With this favorable location, I can play the god."

The implicit meaning of his words was also to point out Wang Yi, saying that he had gone too far.

"Brother, may I ask for your advice?"

"Xia Yuanba."

The buzzing reply and the name reminded Wang Yi of a 90-year-old Quan Xing, whose name was Xia Liuqing and whose nickname was "Xiong Ling".

He is worthy of the title of a master for his miraculous acting skills, but now he is estimated to be only about ten years old. I didn't expect that he has the same last name as the person in front of me.

Although he was surprised, Wang Yi did not bother to ask about the connection between the two. He just pointed at the seven old men whose meridians he had sealed and could not move and replied.

"Brother, you are right. If it is not because they cannot survive, who would be willing to cross the ocean and endure the cold eyes of a foreign country to make a living. But if someone forgets his roots and sells out his compatriots to make a living and work for foreigners, what do you think we should do if we encounter such a thing?"

"What you say is unfounded!"

"Whether there is evidence or not, you will know after asking. Don't you think there is something wrong with the accident that happened during the day and the attack last night? Boss Mei, don't you want to know why you suffered this unprovoked disaster for no reason?"

Master Mei looked at the body with its limbs cut off not far away, and thought about how he had inexplicably become a scapegoat in the morning, the silence of these Chinese bosses, and Wang Yi's rescue, and nodded.

"Well, I've been traveling all over the country for so many years, but this is the first time I've suffered such a loss. Please tell me in detail, Mr. Wang."

Hearing this, Wang Yi waved his hand and mobilized his true energy to find undamaged tables and chairs in the lobby. He then went to the kitchen to find tea and a few baskets of snacks. He poured tea for the two of them in turn, and looked at the seven silent old men and the group of Chinese bosses who were huddled together like quails. Then he told them the past events he knew from the mind of the Japanese-American alien named Kiritani Ryo.

The seven old men whose meridians were sealed, as well as their descendants, widened their eyes when they heard Wang Yi mention the key words "Pacific Railway" and "Chinese workers". They looked at Wang Yi in disbelief, as if they could not believe that he knew their secret in just one day and one night.
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"You damn things!"

After Wang Yi eliminated the so-called dragon vein and human dragon theory, this past story about the Chinese workers became a story about a sorcerer who came to the United States to make a living. For the sake of wealth and glory, he chose to join the American alien force Ant Nest and exploit his compatriots. In the process, he divided the Chinese workers and recruited nine disciples. He then arranged them to go to Chinatown in New York, where he secretly eliminated dissidents for Ant Nest and gained benefits.

After listening to Wang Yi's story and looking at the expressions on these people's faces, the Peking Opera master, Boss Mei, and his disciple Xia Yuanba also understood that Wang Yi had not lied to them.

Although they also know that Chinatown is just a place where Chinese Americans nominally gather together for warmth, as the bottom of the contempt chain, the ways they can make money are not glorious and always a bit dirty.

But knowing is one thing, hearing it with one's own ears and seeing it with one's own eyes is another matter, especially when their wealth is built on the corpses of their compatriots.

The disciple of the Yanshen school named Xia Yuanba was also filled with murderous intent. He immediately threw the wooden chopsticks in his hand and pointed them directly at the seven old men who were restrained by Wang Yi.

The wooden chopsticks were wrapped by a force, swam in front of the seven old men, returned to Wang Yi's hands, and were handed back by him with both hands.

"Brother, please don't dirty the food our ancestors earned. These seven old guys are going to die, but they have two brothers who are hiding somewhere. Besides, this is a huge Chinatown, we have to deal with it, we can't just do it for the sake of instant satisfaction, what do you think, Boss Mei?"

"Mr. Wang, are you planning to drag me into this mess?"

"Not really, but I am a nobody and I am not familiar with the people in Chinatown. Since Boss Mei is touring the US at the invitation of these guys, there are more than just these beasts in charge of Chinatown. Boss Mei, please walk around Chinatown these days and help deal with it, so that I can free up my hands and remove all the nails that these guys and the warlock have stuck in New York."

Hearing this, Boss Mei was also calculating the gains and losses.

After thinking about it, he nodded. "If it's just a walk, then I still have several business friends in Chinatown who can help, but they are not insiders like me. If Mr. Wang is not sure about the chance..."

"Understood. Please ask Boss Mei to lend a hand and let your business friends come out to manage Chinatown. As for these people..."

Wang Yi smiled slightly, stood up, walked to the telephone table and dialed the number.

Soon, outside Chinatown, the New York police took the seven old men, who had their cultivation blocked by Wang Feng, and their children into the police car, using the excuse that they suspected they were related to the Broadway accident and needed to go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation. After confirming that everything was correct, Qian Bo walked towards Wang Yi with a lot on his mind.

"how did you do that?"

"They attacked me without thinking of their own life and death. I caught one of them and just followed the clues to find out the real base of the ant nest. You guys still don't know the real base of the ant nest. Maybe I can pry it out of them. It's not easy to ask here, so I can only go to your place."

"Thank you."

"Nothing. At present, we are considered to be a community of interests. There is no reason for me not to take action on such matters. As for this, have you made arrangements?"

"During this period, the New York Police Department will have a special line for Chinatown."

"Thank you."

"As you said, you and our Behemoth Foundation currently share a common interest."

While talking, Wang Yi also got into Qianbol's car and followed the New York Police Department's convoy towards the Behemoth Group's building in Manhattan.

As the convoy left, the two old men slowly walked out from the gate of Chinatown.

Looking at the vaguely visible car taillights, the expressions on the faces of the two old men were not very good, but they did not dare to act rashly.

"Owen, what should we do? Will they leak the teacher's information?"

"Sean, we were all taught by our teacher in person. You should know how powerful our teacher is. Unless they want to die, they won't do this. Instead of this, let's go and inform those people that this Chinese alien named Wang Yi is even more powerful than what we heard in the intelligence."

"What should we do here?"

"Why worry about these things? The most important thing is to complete the teacher's plan. Everything lost can be brought back. As for our offspring, no matter what, will they wipe out the roots? Even if they do, you and I can just give birth to new ones. It's not impossible."

The two remaining old men have been brainwashed to the point that they have even betrayed their own surnames and forgotten their mother tongue, and have also lost their bottom line as human beings.

After the conversation, the two disappeared into the crowd without leaving a trace.

But at the same time, Wang Yi, who was dozing in Chamblee's car, also received a shared perspective from his own doppelganger, the god John Wick, from the Continental Hotel.

The perspective returns to the Continental Hotel. In front of the god John Wick, his two spokesmen Winston and James go upstairs together. Behind them are the accomplices from whom Wang Yi got the information from the mind of Ryo Kiritani, a Japanese-American alien who belongs to the Ant Nest alien organization.

At this time, each of these people held a gold coin with the words "Continental Hotel" on it.

Winston placed five gold coins on the table of the god John Wick, and the only Chinese-looking guy in the five-man team from the Ant Nest, the Inhuman organization, 'Jue', also stepped forward.

"Mr. Wick, the deputy leader of our ant nest would like to invite you to meet him."

While sharing his perspective with Wang Yi, the god John Wick also received messages from Wang Yi.

He slowly put the five gold coins into the drawer and looked at the five people from the Ant Nest who appeared in the Continental Hotel.

"You're using the five gold coins that our Continental Hotel just issued just to make such a request of mine? No offense, but can you tell me the name of your deputy leader of the ant nest?"

"As it should be, our deputy leader is a Chinese, his name is Wu Xiang."

(End of this chapter)