Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 307 Pretending to be a ghost
High in the sky, Zhang Zhiwei and Wang Yi sat cross-legged on a paper crane that Zhang Zhiwei had folded using talismans. Relying on Wang Yi's magnetic field to distort the light, they hovered over the military camp built by the devils in a way that was invisible to the naked eye.

It's not that they don't want to observe from a fixed height, but the method of using paper cranes as a means of transportation is itself a means of traveling. Its only function is to allow people to ride the wind, saving on leg strength and shortening the time on the road.

As the first person to experience it, Wang Yi also understood that this paper crane was essentially an enlarged gliding kite. He had never seen a gliding kite that could hover and maneuver at high altitudes.

However, it was not a big deal for the two of them, as it allowed them to observe from multiple angles the fog below that was as big as a village.

As for the military camp built by the Japanese, Wang Yijue would more appropriately call it an observation station. Although there are troops stationed there, the firepower is also strong.

But one thing is very obvious that the Japanese commander stationed here already knows the power of this fog. They are stationed here just to monitor this fog that has swallowed so many strange people and immortals from China and Japan. If there is any movement, they can notify the first time and run away.

"Master is right. Outside of Mount Longhu, the world is so vast that there are all kinds of wonders. There are so many fairies and spirits, Chinese and Japanese masters. Even if I face them head-on, I will be defeated. In the end, they all died here, and I don't know whether they are alive or dead. But this will make the Japanese feel bad too. I thought it was my destiny, but it turned out to be a hot potato.

With so many talented people killed, the top brass of the Kwantung Army are under a lot of pressure right now."

Zhang Zhiwei pinched the golden light spell into flying birds and sent them into the mist in various unexpected ways and angles, but the result was the same for these golden light creations. The moment they were immersed in the mist, they lost contact with Zhang Zhiwei. He didn't even notice how these golden light creations lost contact with him.

Wang Yi was also listening to Zhang Zhiwei's complaints, his brows furrowed.

Zhang Zhiwei also noticed Wang Yi's expression and joked.

"Why, have you figured out something?"

"No, I was just thinking, in this world, both at home and abroad, is there anyone in our circle who can make your golden light and my magnetic field useless like this?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei thought about it seriously and then shook his head.

“If we only talk about people in our circle, I don’t know about foreign countries, but here in our area, even if my master brought all the treasures in Longhu Mountain, it would be impossible for him to deal with you and me so easily.

It’s just that we have been tracking it all the way, and so many good fighters have been defeated in it. If there is really a real dragon like Daoling Patriarch in the mist, it is not surprising that it has the means to subdue you and me. "

"Then let me ask you, when Patriarch Zhang Daoling ascended to heaven, did your Longhu Mountain become the only Xuanmen in the world?"

Wang Yi's counter-question also stumped Zhang Zhiwei. For a moment, he didn't understand what Wang Yi wanted to say.

Wang Yi just looked at the fog below and the Japanese army camp outside the fog that was facing a formidable enemy.

"Maybe we were wrong from the beginning. Maybe this is not a method used by our circle, but by people outside of our circle, or even..."

Wang Yi was about to say something but stopped himself and just looked up at the sky.

Zhang Zhiwei looked in the direction and saw the blue sky, white clouds and bright sun, nothing unusual.

"Let's go down and find a place to stay. It won't take too long to find out what's going on. Calculating the time, Tianshi, Zuo Menchang and the others will be here soon. Even if you don't go to see your master, you have to stop him from entering this dangerous place."

When Zhang Zhiwei heard Wang Yi mention his master, he fell silent, as he knew that Master Zhang had expelled him from the sect in order to protect him.

Although I had a mission to accomplish during this trip outside the Great Wall, I also had some selfish motives of my own.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei said no more and controlled the paper crane to descend from the clouds. The two of them found a shady place nearby, ate some dry food, closed their eyes and adjusted their breathing.

As night fell, old Zhang Tianshi, Zuo Menchang and other elders of the Xuanmen sect who had gathered in Fengtian City for discussion, led by Shuiyun and others, trekked hundreds of miles to the final place where the dragon fell.

After taking a short breath, he prepared to use the method of observing from afar to explore the wonders of the place where the dragon fell.

Just as the old men were investigating, a noisy sound was heard from the Japanese camp not far away.

At the same time, they also sensed the flow of Qi in the air.

"Huh? Someone's ahead of us?"

With a cry of surprise, everyone quickened their pace and got closer, and saw this scene from a high place.

Around this Japanese camp, there was a group of people wearing different clothes but all with Chinese faces. They were in groups of three or five and were attacking the camp from all directions.

With the help of sporadic gunfire and artillery fire, they also saw the faces of these people. Among them were a few familiar faces. They were all stunned and looked at each other.

"Why is it that even Quan Xing has joined in on the fun?"

Old Taoist Priest Zhang glanced at Zuo Rutong subconsciously. The only person who could call Quan Xing to stir up this mess was Wang Yi, who had a close relationship with the Sanyi Sect.

Quan Xing's casual behavior was naturally noticed by Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei.

"Wow, you even said hello to Quan Xing, but will they listen to you so much? Or is there someone in Quan Xing who is so capable that they listen to you so much?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Wang Yi. He had been following his master in the base for many years, so it was impossible for him to know more about the things in the circle than Wang Yi.

"Do you remember the guy who came alone to say hello to us on behalf of Quan Xing in Fengtian City?"

"Oh, you said Wu Gensheng, he is a wonderful person, born with a brilliant and restrained spirit, but his methods are not as good as you and me."

"Now he is the acting head of Quanxing Sect. He is only one character away from being the head of Quanxing Sect."

"Interesting. I really want to see this guy named Wu Gensheng again."

"There will be a chance. Now all forces are attacking the main camp. I have also sensed the presence of Zuo Menchang and his men. I think you have sensed it too."

"Well, Master is not far from here."

"In this case, let's not let old men like Tianshi and Zuomenzhang take risks for us."

Wang stood up and brushed the dust off his body. Zhang Zhiwei also became interested, spit out the grass in his mouth, and followed him.

"There aren't many devils in the camp, but they are not easy to deal with. They are elite soldiers. Even in the base area, no army can win for sure, not even Chiang Kai-shek's army. Although these Quanxing have some tricks, if they keep wasting time like this, they will be the only ones to die."

"Yes, after all, Quanxing is part of our Chinese family. It's fine for them to come here to stir up trouble, but it's unacceptable for them to die here. Besides, these devils have been making a fuss about the dragon-falling incident for so long, it's time for us to write two articles and send them back."

"Huh? What's your idea?"

"Have you ever heard of Amaterasu, one of the three great gods of Japan?"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows, looked at the faint golden light covering his body, then looked at the white energy slowly rising from Wang Yi's body, and his small eyes narrowed into squinting due to his smile.

"You have more tricks than I thought~"

Zhang Zhiwei, who understood Wang Yi's intention, smiled mischievously, and a faint golden light like fireflies appeared on his body. Similarly, bursts of white Qi also appeared on Wang Yi's body, floating towards Zhang Zhiwei's firefly golden light, covering it up so that it would not be conspicuous in the dark night.

At the place where the dragon fell, in the temporary barracks built by the Japanese.

The Japanese commander stationed here, Takekawa Genichi, was sitting outside the camp, watching these stragglers rushing towards the camp and then dying at the gunpoint of his own soldiers, with a smile on his face that he couldn't stop.

Because he was a nobleman and a major.

As a military camp with an observation function, it is a bit against the rules to place a lieutenant here.

But who can blame me for being a descendant of a noble family? I volunteered to be stationed here, so the commander has to give face to my family.

It turned out that he had come at the right time. You know, ever since the huge monster that fell from the sky created this weird scene and swallowed up many good fighters and troops on their side, those Chinese practitioners that they had to both fight for and guard against have not shown up.

The Volunteer Army would not join in the fun. For many military sons like themselves, instead of choosing to stay here and hope for good luck, it would be better to lead troops to suppress the Volunteer Army. At least that way they could gain military merit faster.

But I didn’t expect that man proposes, God disposes, and I really got lucky.

With so many Chinese practitioners suddenly appearing, whether they were captured or killed, it would be a great achievement for the military.

As for those soldiers who died in Quan Xing's desperate counterattack, Takekawa Genichi didn't care about them at all.

Why should we feel sorry for the soldiers whose lives cost only seven cents a stamp? They are like weeds, there will be another crop after you cut them.

Thinking of this, Takekawa Genichi also became excited. He stood up and drew out his assistant sword with the family emblem printed on it.

"Gentlemen! For the Emperor! For the Great Empire of Japan, dedicate your lives to Amaterasu!"

Just when Takekawa Genichi was going crazy intermittently and was about to shout slogans, a loud thunder exploded in the night sky, directly scaring this member of the Wu family.

The clan emblem official sword in his hand also fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

But he was not the only one who was frightened. The Japanese soldiers who were blood-thirsty and Quan Xing, the leader, were all stunned by the thunder.

And after the thunder, a silver snake streaked across the night sky, illuminating the faces of everyone in the camp, including Old Zhang Tianshi and his group who were preparing to set off in the distance.

At this moment, including the left sect leader, all the old men were looking at each other with their eyes, and subconsciously looking towards Old Master Zhang, wanting to see the expression of this Xuanmen leader.

They were all members of the Xuanmen sect. This kind of thunder in the middle of the night came without any weather warnings and exploded at a targeted location where they had to pass. It was easy to guess who was behind this.

Sure enough, at this time, the expression of Old Master Zhang was very interesting, seeming to be angry and laughing, and he was very tired.

A group of Taoist elders also enjoyed watching Old Master Zhang make fun of them.

Expelling Zhang Zhiwei from Mount Longhu? What a joke, you think we old guys haven't read Journey to the West, right?

Did your monkey finally become the Monkey King or the Fighting Buddha? Did you, Longhu Mountain, suffer a loss?
Tsk, you are such a scoundrel who takes advantage of others. Today we will see through your tricks but not say anything. Let’s see how you can continue to act in front of us.

But just when a group of Taoist elders were preparing to laugh at Old Master Zhang and see what kind of scene his monkey Zhang was going to create.

They also discovered that around the Japanese camp, a thick fog appeared along with the thunder in the middle of the night, followed by a strong wind that blew the fog and slowly surrounded the Japanese camp.

This sudden change also made Old Master Zhang, Chief Zuo and other elders of the Xuanmen sect dare not act rashly.

Then, they noticed that those Quan Xing sect members who were fighting on their own and attacking the Japanese camp were the first to be swallowed by the fog and disappeared from the battlefield.

The familiar yet unfamiliar scene instantly caused the Japanese soldiers on the front line to collapse their psychological defenses. They didn't even think of going forward to find out what was going on.

He only wished he had two more legs, and ran towards the camp screaming in panic.

Takekawa Genichi didn't have time to get angry. The only thing he could do was to send a telegram to the headquarters and ask them to send support as soon as possible.

But he didn't know that from the moment Wang Yi appeared in this camp, they were destined to be isolated from the world.

But the highlight this time is not how to isolate them from the world. Wang Yi wants to use these guys' mouths to have some fun.

In the fog that frightened the Japanese and almost caused a camp roar, a golden light appeared, and along with the golden light, there was the sound of footsteps of a huge creature stepping on the ground.

They could see, in the pitch-black fog, the outline of a giant in golden armor walking towards them.

As a golden light cut through the mist, a ten-meter-tall armored warrior appeared before the eyes of these Japanese soldiers.

At the moment the golden-armored warrior walked out of the mist, two bolts of lightning flashed across the night sky again.

Thunder and golden light intertwined, and the golden-armored warrior stood in front of the devil's camp, like a god descending.

No words were needed when these Japanese soldiers, including the Japanese commander who was a descendant of a samurai family, looked at the ten-meter-tall golden-armored warrior wearing armor and holding a samurai sword who appeared in front of them.

They all dropped their guns and knelt down and kowtowed to the golden-armored warrior who was looking down at them.

When old Taoist Zhang, who was not far away, saw this scene, he blew his beard and glared.

"This evil creature! This guy actually used my Longhu Mountain's Golden Light Spell as a trick! I should have directly destroyed his tricks and expelled him from Longhu Mountain!"

These words made a group of old men watching the show nearby roll their eyes.

Destroy him? You have to have the ability to do that, and you are just playing tricks.

Look at what they have made. Even for you as a master, it would take a lot of effort to make it.

"Don't be upset, Master. The Japanese may have used the real dragon as bait to stir up unrest among us inside and outside the Great Wall. It's time for our young people to teach them a lesson. Just wait and see."

The left gatekeeper who was watching the show had just opened his mouth to comfort the old Taoist Zhang, who was fuming with beard and glaring, when the action of the golden-armored warrior in the next scene left him speechless.

The warrior in golden armor raised his hand and made a gesture of swinging his sword.

One could see that the fog surrounding the Japanese camp spontaneously gathered in the hands of the golden-armored warrior as he swung his sword, and transformed into a blade along the trajectory of his movement.

Wherever the long sword passed, people and horses fell to the ground.

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