Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 69 Famous in the Capital
In a corner of the capital, in a house belonging to the I-Kuan Taoism.

The heads of several forces who were seated in the Yinghe Tower not far away were all waiting for the result. It was not that they did not want to see what happened in the Yiguan Taoism house, but because of Liang Ting's formation that isolated the sounds and sights from inside and outside, they could not see it even if they wanted to.

It is also impossible to deliberately break into the formation set up by Liang Ting, because the formation set up by Liang Ting can only guard against gentlemen but not villains. They are all people of status and will not do anything to lose face.

Just looking at Liang Ting's unprepossessing appearance, no one would have expected that this man had such attainments in the arts of mechanisms and talismans.

"If what Manager Liu said is correct, then Liang Ting is considered an abandoned disciple of the Mojin Rougu Sect, right?"

"Yes, I heard that because of Liang Ting's appearance, the elders in the sect didn't like him, and his fellow disciples bullied and humiliated him. No one expected that he could learn it on his own from the Thousand Machine Cave, where they used to punish their disciples. I heard that now, the Mojin Rougu Sect has become a big joke in the northern martial arts world."

"Isn't it? Being born with an extraordinary appearance is a rare thing among us extraordinary people. Only the Mojin Rougu Sect judged people by their appearance and lost this good talent. If this seedling was in the hands of the Taoist priests of Shangqing or the Tang Sect, it would have become a treasure now. Even the Buddhist Sect would not be much worse."

"Hahaha, Brother Duanmu, you've gone too far with this joke."

"Haha, I'll drink three cups as punishment. I'll drink three cups as punishment."

Unable to see what exactly was happening within the I-Kuan Taoism, they could only sit there drinking tea and chatting like they were at a party, waiting for the results.

In the I-Kuan Taoism house, Wang Yi said "Ding".

The three hall masters who had just obtained the power of the divine strike from the head of the Yiguan Dao Sect and were about to attack Wang Yi were once again pressed to the ground by the invisible gravity field, and the physical bonus brought to them by the divine strike was completely ineffective. Wang Yi's method was completely to defeat ten skills with one force and to suppress others with force.

No matter how powerful the divine attack is, it is ultimately a form of divine imitation that relies on the mortal body and the power of faith of all living beings, not to mention that the divine imitations of these three guys are so out of place.

Wang Yi had no intention of fighting with them at all, and a simple increase in power output was enough to deal with it.

Holding a gun in his hand, Wang Yi looked at the only sober leader of the I-Kuan Taoism on the scene.

This person was covered with a layer of Qi with the power of faith of all living beings, as if he had put on a layer of skin, and he really looked a bit like a god. But Wang Yi could hear and see clearly that these innate Qi with the power of faith of the followers of Yi Guan Dao contained countless resentments and unwillingness.

"You surprised me a little. The method of performing gods has existed since ancient times. But your Yi Guan Dao sect is indeed ambitious. You want to preach, create gods, perform gods, and become gods yourself. It's a pity that even I can tell that your doctrine is copied from others. No matter how you create gods, there is a fundamental problem. Since you said that your head master has a profound cultivation, come and show me a specific one."

Wang was teasing the Great Immortal, the head of the I-Kuan Taoism, who dared to be angry but not to speak, with all his words.

Knowing full well that he was being teased, the Great Immortal Sect's head master could only keep retreating under Wang Yi's gun, which made Wang Yi feel very bored.

"You're afraid of this? Aren't you a god? Are you afraid of this?"

"Okay, okay, I won't bully you. I've put my gun away. Come on, hit me. You only have one chance to use your full strength."

Wang Yi put the gun in his hand on the table next to him, just like coaxing a child, and at the same time he kept pressing forward, forcing the head of the I-Kuan Taoism to the wall.

This ultimate humiliation of oppression also made the headmaster go crazy. After so many years of being rooted in the capital, it was the first time that he was insulted like this inexplicably. The innate Qi drawn from the power of faith of the followers of Yiguan Taoism was released and rushed towards Wang Yi like a landslide and tsunami.

Although this true Qi is huge, it is mixed and impure. In terms of quantity, it is comparable to Zhang Zhiwei's full-strength attack, but its power is only enough to scare a kid like Lu Jin.

So Wang Yi just took a look and had no interest in making trouble with others.

"Flashy, that's all?"

Wang Yi felt bored, so he raised his hand and activated the invisible repulsive field, which directly pushed back the innate Qi that was rushing towards him, and squeezed the Taoist leader who was endowed with the power of faith against the wall.

The powerful repulsive field made the head of the Yiguan Taoism stick to the wall in large characters. As Wang Yi slowly closed the distance between him and the head of the sect, the repulsive field and the reversed force of faith pressed on the bones of the head of the sect, making every bone and every inch of his flesh feel under tremendous pressure.

The innate Qi from the power of faith of all living beings returned to him, allowing the head of the Yiguan Dao sect to remain awake under the tremendous pressure, but this awakening meant that he had to clearly feel the pain of every bone in his body being crushed into powder bit by bit. This pain was enough to make him bite his tongue to commit suicide, but under the pressure of Wang Yi's repulsive field, he couldn't even open his mouth to speak, and could only keep making wails that didn't sound like a human voice, but was blocked by Liang Ting outside, who used the formation to isolate the sounds and images inside and outside.

From an outsider's perspective, the I-Kuan Taoism house was hung with big red lanterns at this moment, perhaps there was a banquet going on, but no one noticed that in such a big house, apart from the hanging lanterns, no sound could be heard at night.

“Huh…huh…”

Death was getting closer and closer, and the head of the I-Kuan Taoism uttered unclear words, as if he wanted to say his last words.

Wang Yi examined himself and felt that he was a kind person, so he slightly relaxed the repulsive field and gave him time to say his last words.

"Give me...a reason, give me...a reason!"

Hearing this, Wang Yi was even more speechless. Just to ask this?

With a force from his hand, the repulsive force field pushed back the innate Qi of the power of faith of all living beings, directly pressing a dent in the load-bearing wall. In the dent, the head of the Yiguan Dao sect was firmly embedded in the wall, with bones shattered all over his body and blood gushing out of his seven orifices.

The innate Qi ball that he had just chanted and summoned from the cloud vortex ink painting, mixed with the power of faith of all living beings, returned to the painting, but was intact under Wang Yi's attack just now. Wang Yi just raised his hand and took the painting in his hand, feeling it carefully.

"It seems that the essence of the method of acting as a god is to borrow the innate Qi that condenses the power of faith of all living beings, but this innate Qi is endowed with certain powers by all living beings, like Monkey King's clone and Nezha's three heads and six arms. You are ambitious and want to create a god yourself, but you have no idea what this god you created can do. It is just like throwing water around. It looks good but is useless. You can't even fool yourself, but you are just thinking about fooling others."

Wang Yi commented on the head of the Yiguan Daoist sect who died with his eyes wide open. He turned his head and looked at the three charity hall masters who were pinned to the ground by him. With the death of the head who provided the power of faith, the three people who were possessed by the gods naturally regained their sanity. At this time, they looked at Wang Yi with begging eyes on their faces. But the next second, they found that their vision was deflected and there was a crisp sound from their necks, and nothing happened.

With the death of the four heads of the charity hall, plus the chief monk who was in charge of the entire capital's I-Kuan Taoism branch, Wang Yi lost interest in the remaining guys gathered in this house.

The invisible force field of suppression was lifted, and everyone in the banquet hall resumed their actions. However, facing the mysterious young man in front of them who had crushed their own headmaster and four hall masters to death with a single move of his hands, they had no intention of moving at all.

"Don't just stand there, wash the floor if you need to, clean up if you need to, I won't keep you if you want to leave, and you have to obey me if you want to stay. From now on, this house is no longer a Yi Guan Dao house, it's changed to Wang, go open the door and welcome the guests."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Yi had determined the nature of the incident.

The ordinary people who were frightened by Wang Yi's magical skills felt as if they had been pardoned. They quickly moved their two limp legs and knelt down towards Wang Yi.

Just as he was about to kneel down and shout "Master" or "Sir", he heard Wang Yi fire a shot in the air.

"The first rule is don't call me master."

"Rule number two, no kneeling. That doesn't apply to me either."

"The third rule is that in this house, there is only fairness, fairness, and damn fairness."

After saying this, Wang Yi put away his gun and walked towards the gate.

The vermilion gate opened, and several forces who were only drinking tea and chatting in Yinghe Tower not far away and waiting for the result also saw this scene through observation.

Wang Yi patted Liang Ting on the shoulder. This man who had been using his own vital energy to maintain the formation was also a little exhausted, revealing a smile that could scare a child to tears.

"Brother Liang, thank you for your hard work."

"You're welcome."

There are no excessive words of thanks, the two of them are destined to support each other.

He motioned for Liang Ting to go into the house to rest and eat something. Wang Yi then demonstrated his ability to step in the air again, bowed slightly in the direction of Yinghe Tower not far away, and spoke loudly to the leaders of several forces who were invited by him to watch the show.

"My dear seniors, I am Wang Yi, and I have just arrived in the capital. I was in a hurry when I came here, so I did not bring any gifts for you. Tonight, I will give you the land of Yiguandao as a small gift. Tomorrow morning, I will be waiting for you in my mansion."

After saying that, Wang Yi turned away.

Only the people in Yinghe Tower were left, and they had not yet recovered from Wang Yi's words.

They gathered here tonight because Wang Yi visited them one by one a month ago and told them that he would cooperate with them to wipe out the Yiguan Dao sect. They didn't need to do anything, they just had to gather at the agreed time and watch the show, watching him wipe out the high-level leaders of the Yiguan Dao sect by himself.

If an ordinary practitioner said this, he would not even be qualified to see them.

But Wang Yi is different. At Lu's birthday banquet, he fought with Zhang Zhiwei, the first disciple of Longhu Mountain's Heavenly Master. The cultivation level of the two was recognized by the two leaders of Xuanmen, the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain and the head of Sanyi Sect. They were already invincible among the younger generation, catching up with the two best of the older generation.

Such a young talent coming to their house, no matter whether this matter succeeds or not, for them, it is nothing more than a good relationship.

But no one expected that he would actually accomplish this. Although the figures of the senior leaders of the I-Kuan Taoism were not seen, Wang Yi was able to come out safely and invite them to his house tomorrow to redivide the territory. It goes without saying what the fate of these senior leaders will be.

"Hey, this kid is quite decisive." Thinking of this, the head of Yanwu Hall sighed. This decisiveness in killing is enough for the younger generation to learn for a while.

"That's what I said. Follow him and you'll win. Okay, now that you've seen the foreplay, let's go. We still have to go to the sex scene tomorrow morning."

"Yes, yes, yes."

On the Yinghe Tower, everyone went back to their homes.

But everyone knows that from now on, there will no longer be a local snake like Guan Dao in the capital, but there will be a fierce dragon named Wang Yi.

　There will be one last update at nine o'clock in the evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)