Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 308 A Dream

In front of the Japanese camp built outside the Falling Dragon Land outside the Pass, a ten-meter-tall golden-armored warrior swung his sword, and the fog surrounding the Japanese camp turned into a long sword. Following the trajectory of the golden-armored warrior's sword swing, the buildings and Japanese soldiers blocking the way were all chopped in half at this moment.

This devastating scene directly shocked the Japanese in the camp. They looked at the golden-armored warrior standing in front of them, their legs trembling, but they had no intention of resisting.

Similarly, this scene was also seen by Old Zhang Tianshi, Zuo Menchang and other Xuanmen elders not far away, and the expressions on their faces were as exciting as they could be.

The so-called insiders look at the door, while laymen look at the excitement.

Although there are not many Japanese soldiers stationed in this Japanese camp, there are still several hundred of them.

The campsite is naturally not that small.

If it were them, the smartest thing to do would be to make use of their superior mobility and individual combat capabilities, break into the camp and destroy each camp and commanding heights.

Instead of making a bold stance like this and releasing a move that would be very exhausting for them.

Although the visual effect was great, most of the power was exerted on the buildings, resulting in few casualties.

The visual effect is there, but as soon as these Japanese soldiers come to their senses and organize a counterattack, if they don't have time to catch up in one breath, they will be seized by the enemy and shot, and they may capsize in the ditch.

Although the Xuanmen sect emphasizes the dual cultivation of sex and life, how many people can really achieve progress in both at the same time?

Therefore, this scene had a great visual impact on these old men, because they understood that what was a very consuming move for them was just a powerful punch to the young men who were causing the trouble.

They have plenty of Qi to maintain their inner self and appearance.

"Hiss, Heavenly Master, your disciple's skill of gathering Qi and transforming it into a blade doesn't look like the skill of your Longhu Mountain. Why does it feel so similar to the skill of your disciple from the Left Sect Leader that gathers and disperses Qi and forms it into a blade?"

Some sharp-eyed people noticed the clue and glanced at Zuo Rutong, who was just comforting Old Master Zhang, and the fifteen disciples beside Zuo Rutong.

Shuiyun, who lost one arm in a fight with a Japanese alien during the Anti-Japanese War outside the Great Wall, but realized the means of reversing the triple gathering and dispersion to form a derivative, also looked at Zuo Rutong.

He himself certainly couldn't use reverse biological means to gather the night mist into a blade, but he knew there was someone who could do it.

"Master, is it..."

"Well, this kid is really thoughtful. Heavenly Master, everyone, please take a rest. It seems that there is no place for us old bones to use our skills during this trip outside the Great Wall. You can just stay here to scout for our two younger generations."

Zuo Rutong, who had figured out the situation, also understood the reason and spoke to his old friends who were traveling with him.

Inside the golden-armored warrior in front of the Japanese camp, Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei walked side by side, controlling the golden-armored warrior which was molded by his reverse-life true qi and Zhang Zhiwei's golden light.

"Old Wang, will your method work? I don't see any reaction from these devils! Is it that the Amaterasu we made doesn't look like it?"

"Tsk, you're talking as if I've seen the Japanese goddess Amaterasu."

"Won't you be exposed if you pinch it like this?!"

"Mr. Zhang, let me tell you, you've been with Mr. for a long time, so you don't understand Japan. The people of this country, from top to bottom, are all from one extreme to another, with no middle ground.

Of course, my statement is a bit absolute. There are still some sober people, but they can't survive in Japan.

So when we deal with these Japanese devils, we should not talk much. We should give them three hard blows first, and then we can just stand there. After they see the difference between us, they will use their abnormal thinking to help me explain our motives for doing so. As for whether my sculpture is similar or not, this Japanese samurai armor is enough~"

Zhang Zhiwei was skeptical when listening to Wang Yi's serious explanation. He really wanted to ask Wang Yi, how many years have you been dealing with the Japanese to know them so well?

But what happened next made Zhang Zhiwei say he couldn't understand it, but was deeply shocked.

Faced with the devastating blow that had just dealt their camp, these little devils were stunned. Soon, the Japanese samurai who had taken the initiative to ask the military to be stationed here crawled all the way to the feet of the golden-armored warrior created by Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei.

After kissing the golden-armored warrior's feet and feeling the real touch with your lips.

He kept kowtowing to him, and a bunch of Japanese came out of his mouth.

"What is this guy talking about?" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Wang Yi, and then saw Wang Yi's smug look on his face.

"You said you have been with Mr. for such a long time, why don't you learn some foreign languages? We will have to deal with foreigners and Japanese more often in the future, I think you don't want to make any progress at all~"

This was the first time that Wang Yi gained an advantage over Zhang Zhiwei.

It’s amazing that Mount Longhu has such a profound heritage, but we still have to learn from it!

"This guy said that he didn't know that Amaterasu was also alarmed, and asked if there was anything he could do for us."

The same translation work also took place at the side of Old Master Zhang, and was performed by Shuiyun and other Trinity disciples who had been fighting the Japanese outside the Great Wall for more than a year.

Wang Yi continued to play tricks.

"Takekawa Genichi, look up."

The voice rang like a loud bell in the mind of the Japanese lieutenant.

The skill of brainwave mind reading is useless against people with strong will and attainments in sex, but it is very effective against these paper tiger Japanese aristocratic military officers. They don't even realize that someone has invaded their brains.

When the voice sounded in the mind of the Japanese lieutenant, he obediently looked up at the golden-armored warrior who was looking down at him.

While looking into those eyes whose face could not be seen clearly, Wang Yi read all of this guy's memories about the place where the dragon fell.

He also saw the huge monster falling from the sky in his mind.

"really···"

"What is it?" Zhang Zhiwei looked curious.

"That thing inside is definitely not from our circle, but for us, it is not wrong to call it a dragon. No wonder it can defeat so many good players."

"you know?"

"I don't know how to explain it to you. Anyway, we'll know when we get in."

Wang Yi didn't know how to explain the alien objects to Zhang Zhiwei, so he could only deal with Zhang Zhiwei first. At the same time, he also activated his own magical powers, magnetic field martial arts, and brain wave connection to transmit his will as Amaterasu to the minds of every Japanese soldier.

"I was summoned to capture the real dragon. All those who are not involved should retreat!"

After saying that, he controlled the golden-armored warrior they had created, took a step forward, and walked towards the place where the dragon fell behind the camp.

These Japanese soldiers who heard the so-called will of God knelt on the ground very obediently without even raising their heads.

They only dared to look at the big feet passing by them, their faces full of madness.

As the golden-armored warriors controlled by Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei walked into the enemy camp and headed towards the place where the dragon fell behind the camp, Old Zhang Tianshi and others who were watching this scene on the mountain not far away also saw the trick.

"You are spreading rumors and stirring up trouble, Master Tian. It seems that we old men have come here for nothing this time."

Listening to the comfort from Chief Zuo, Old Taoist Zhang stroked his curly beard, but his tiger eyes looked towards the dense forest ten miles away from them.

"This evil creature is only concerned about the head and not the butt. Aren't there a group of people watching the show here besides us? Everyone, can you follow me and clean up the mess that this good-for-nothing evil creature has made?"

"Haha, since the Heavenly Master is interested, I will go with him. It's really a good show to spread rumors."

The group of Xuanmen elders who had also come to their senses understood the purpose of Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei's mysterious trick and laughed out loud.

With shaky steps, he fled in the direction pointed by Master Zhang.

And in the dense forest pointed out by Master Zhang, a group of people gathered there.

These people were the Quan Xing sect members who were previously transferred by Wang Yi using the fog and injured when they attacked the Japanese camp.

In addition to these injured Quanxing disciples, there are also Wu Gensheng, the leader of this incident, as well as the famous Quanxing master Jin Guangshang, the sorcerer Tanizaki Ting who is one of the thirty-six thieves, and Gao Gen, a former disciple of the famous and upright Yiqimen.

At this time, all the Quanxing disciples looked at Wu Gensheng who was stroking his chin, wanting to hear his thoughts.

Wu Gensheng was straightforward. After seeing through Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei's deliberate mystery, he made it clear directly.

"Boss Wang is really calculating. He has tricked us and even given us a big show. Everyone, don't be anxious. How about watching the show here?"

Before Quan Xing's disciples could reply, Master Jin Guang, who came along with them this time, poured cold water on Wu Gensheng.

"Acting Sect Leader, you may have forgotten that we are not the only ones watching the show. We are just afraid that they won't let us watch it."

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Duan. I really don't have the heart to punish you this time."

Before he finished speaking, Old Master Zhang, Sect Leader Zuo and a group of other Xuanmen masters appeared in the dense forest, making everyone in Quanxing feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Even Wu Gensheng, who always claimed to be rootless, sourceless and endless, couldn't help but break out in a few cold sweats when he saw such a big scene.

Because among all these masters of the mysterious sect, he found an old man with a crutch, who was staring at him with a pair of bright and restrained eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

For a time, both the good and evil forces in the Chinese extraordinary circle gathered here, guarding against each other and confronting each other.

As for the Japs in the Japs camp, they became insignificant characters.

As the initiators of all this, Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei, controlling the golden-armored warriors they created, have reached the edge of the Dragon's Falling Land.

When they arrived in front of the place where the dragon fell, they felt how strange the fog rising from the place where the dragon fell was.

It looks like fog, but visually it makes people feel as if they are facing an endless white wall, a vast expanse of white, and they will feel dizzy if they look at it for a long time.

Even Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei were not exempt.

"Wow, this is the first time I've come across something that I can't understand. What do you say? Let's go in and take a look?"

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and pointed his finger at his forehead, trying to use the Heart Cleansing Mantra to relieve the dizziness he was feeling, but it had no effect.

In addition to being surprised and curious, he also looked at Wang Yi beside him.

Wang Yi's situation was not much better than Zhang Zhiwei's, but thinking about his own guess, he still forced himself to nod.

"Let's go. There are so many immortals trapped in this. We can't just watch them lose their bodies and become wandering ghosts. I have no intention of letting go of this favor."

"From what you said, nothing will happen if we go in."

"It's half and half. It's up to you to decide whether to go in or not."

As soon as Wang finished speaking, he saw Zhang Zhiwei, with the Golden Light Mantra protecting his body, taking the lead to walk into the fog in front of him that was impossible to see through and even impenetrable to their perception.

Seeing this, Wang Yi also shook his head, and the magnetic field and true energy spread all over his body. He followed closely and stepped into it.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, plunged into the fog of the Dragon-Falling Land, which had swallowed up countless immortal elves and spirits from outside the Great Wall, as well as Chinese and Japanese martial artists.

But for Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei who stepped into it, it was a different feeling.

Comfort, endless comfort, Wang Yi felt as if he had slept for a very long time.

There was no dream in this sleep, I just fell asleep. Then, waves of noisy voices from far away began to echo in my ears.

Wang Yi also felt that someone next to him was constantly poking him with his elbow.

It's not a strong force, but it can wake me up from this deep sleep.

As Wang Yi opened his sleepy eyes amid the shaking and noisy voices, he realized that he had returned to the capital and appeared on the streets of Chang'an Avenue.

Although Chang'an Street was closed at this time, it was crowded with people, and it was Zhang Zhiwei who woke him up from his sleep.

But when Wang Yi looked at the unfamiliar faces in front of him, his brows furrowed.

When he turned his head to look at Zhang Zhiwei who had woken him up, his pupils dilated even more.

Because the Zhang Zhiwei in her eyes already had white hair on his temples, and his pair of bright and restrained eyes looked full of vicissitudes of life, as if he had experienced a lot.

At the same time, Wang Yi also saw himself in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

Although his appearance has not changed, he has experienced the world like Zhang Zhiwei in his own eyes, and has white hair on his temples.

These bizarre phenomena made Wang Yi feel alarmed, but when he looked at Zhang Zhiwei and spoke, he said something different.

"What's wrong? Even if we're watching the 10th anniversary parade, that doesn't mean I can't take a nap, right?"

Wang Yi was shocked by the insincere words, but as he spoke, the shock began to dissipate, and what followed was his resentment towards his companion Zhang Zhiwei for waking him up from his sleep.

"Hey, you should at least choose a good time to take a nap. Don't forget why we were elected as citizen representatives this time."

As Zhang Zhiwei spoke, the roar of an airplane was heard overhead.

Wang Yi looked in the direction of the sound and saw five MiG fighters breaking through the air. Five streams of red smoke were also stretching across the sky until they reached the horizon.

　Damn it, going home is so disgusting, I don’t even have my own time anymore, fuck!!!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)