Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 93: Alien Feast

Time soon came to the day when Marshal Zhang entertained the strange people of the capital to a banquet at his house at the foot of the city.

Wang Yi has already changed into a custom-made red robe and has his hair slightly groomed. He looks like a lively and cheerful boy.

After making sure nothing was missing, Wang Yi put the invitation in his pocket and prepared to attend the banquet.

Outside the house, Liu Wei was already sitting in a carriage and greeted him through the window.

He stepped lightly onto the carriage, said hello, and whipped the horse.

The four-horse carriage carrying the two people set off towards Dongjiaomin Lane with small steps and the sound of horse bells.

At the gate of the house were the dough men Liu and Liang Ting who saw Wang Yi off to the banquet.

"There's no good banquet at this party. Why don't you let him take you with him?"

Although he was so angry that he fainted after Wang Yi used "An Xunsi" to increase his skill points, the face-man Liu still attached great importance to Wang Yi as his successor.

It was obvious that this private banquet was an opportunity for Marshal Zhang, who had come to Beijing, to bring together the strange people in the Beijing circle and the foreign strange people in Dongjiaomin Lane so that he could profit from it.

As the current golden signboard of the Beijing's extraordinary circle, Wang Yi will definitely become the target of public criticism.

Wang Yi knew about the conspiracy, as did other people in the Beijing eccentric circle and the foreign eccentrics in Dongjiaomin Lane. It was all tacitly understood. He wanted Wang Yi to take him with him, but he knew his identity as a Quan Xing disciple. With this label on him, he was doomed to have a lot of problems.

Moreover, he was just a craftsman and did not have the means like the practitioners like Wang Yi.

But Liang Ting is different. He is a master of both mechanical devices and talismans. Wouldn't it be easier to get things done if we had more people with him? Liu the Face Man couldn't understand.

"Because it's not necessary."

"what?"

The dough maker Liu was puzzled, but Liang Ting turned around and gave the middle-aged uncle who inherited Wang's craft a creepy smile.

"Master Liu, we have known each other for almost half a year. Do you think I am capable?"

"You are a self-taught master of both mechanical devices and talismans. If you are not amazing, who is more amazing?"

"But I can't beat Brother Wang Yi, nor can I beat Zhang Zhiwei from Longhu Mountain. I can't beat them because I'm just one step behind. I can't beat them because I don't have any chance of winning at all."

"what?"

Meeting Man Liu still couldn't understand what Liang Ting said, but when he saw Meeting Man Liu's expression, Liang Ting also expressed his understanding.

After all, only after spending more time with Wang Yi did he understand more clearly how much water there was in the so-called competition between the two people at the Lu family's birthday banquet. But even such water had fooled a lot of people present, including him.

"Do you know what is the strongest situation for Brother Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei from Longhu Mountain?"

"what?"

"When they are alone."

Liang Ting looked very confident in Wang Yi, which made Liu the dough man confused.

Speaking of profound cultivation and powerful methods, he had seen such masters when he was in Quanxing, but how should he be put, he, Liu the Noodle Man, was a craftsman after all, and his methods were more auxiliary. The little boxing and kicking he knew were of no use, and it was rare for him to see such a duel between masters.

Now hearing Liang Ting talking about Wang Yi's cultivation, the face-man Liu couldn't help but feel a little excited and wanted to really see such a scene.

After all, he had intuitively felt Wang Yi's unreasonable talent, but he had never seen Wang Yi's methods.

Thinking of this, Liu the dough man couldn't help but feel emotional, and his true nature as a disciple of Quanxing couldn't help but be exposed.

"Ah, if I could see such a top master take action, it would be worth it even if I died."

Listening to the crazy and evil words of Liu the Dough Man, Liang Ting silently distanced himself from this Quanxing disciple, and then threw out an eyeball from his pocket, which was made up of talismans and parts and was about the size of a child's fist.

"The Shadow Eye is something I have been working on for a while. It requires a pair to work, and the range is thirty miles. Within thirty miles, as long as you put it on your eye and activate it with your true energy, you can transfer the image you see to the other eye and project it out. I will give one to Liu Wei, the shopkeeper of Jianghu Inn. Later, you can call Mr. Qin Er and Mr. Chang Si, and we can look at it together in the study."

"How do I use this..."

Liu the Dough Man looked at the eyeball created by combining mechanical techniques and talismans, and was about to ask how to put it on. Liang Ting then manually activated the mechanism and hung the shadow eye on the lens of Liu the Dough Man, like a pair of glasses with a layer of single-sided glasses added on top.

After finishing the work, Liang Ting returned home to invite the two old people.

As for why the shadow-keeping glasses were hung on the lenses of Liu the dough man, the reason was very simple. He was not nearsighted, and it was easy for him to get confused when wearing these glasses.

Liang Ting and Liu Zhangluo, the dough man, sat down with Mr. Qin and Mr. Chang, waiting for the show to begin. Wang Yi, on the other hand, also rode in the carriage and arrived at the Japanese Legation in Dongjiaomin Lane, which was designated as a country within a country in the capital.

This is a European-style block with a total length of 1.6 kilometers. In addition to the embassies of eight countries, it also has churches, banks, and clubs.

An entire block was brightly lit and magnificent.

In this ancient capital city where there is almost no light at night, the brightly lit Legation Quarter in Dongjiaominxiang with a modern European style is like a world away from the city.

After handing over the invitation, the young manager Liu Wei, in the carriage that could travel freely within the embassy premises, looked at the streets and buildings on both sides through the glass window and could not help but sigh.

"Compared to this place, the Forbidden City doesn't seem to be anything special except for its two names, the Yamato Imperial City."

"Brother Liu, don't be so self-deprecating. Everything depends on human effort. We have only just begun to make conclusions. Don't you think so?"

"With your personality, it's no wonder my cultivation is not as high as yours."

"This has something to do with my personality? Oh, here we are~"

While the two were joking with each other, the carriage stopped in front of the embassy, ​​which was already crowded with people and celebrities.

The people from all walks of life who had received the invitation to the private dinner from Marshal Zhang had already formed small circles here, and were trying to make some friends at this private dinner. After all, for many people in Beijing, the people in the embassy world were like two different worlds for them, and the support behind them was enough for them to put aside their dignity and make friends with them.

Just as they were toasting each other and chatting and laughing.

This group of people from the small circle of eccentrics in the capital also saw the carriage carrying Wang Yi and Liu Wei parked in front of the embassy gate.

Seeing Wang Yi open the door, the two of them got off the carriage and walked towards the embassy. Meanwhile, representatives from the Beijing's strange circle also came to greet Wang Yi and Liu Wei.

"Everyone, I'm not late, am I?"

Wang Yi greeted the old acquaintances one by one, clasping his hands and clasping his fists. Among them, he also saw a few unfamiliar faces, including Mr. Duanmu Yan, the head of the Jishitang Duanmu family. Next to him was a girl in a school uniform with pigtails, about fourteen years old, who was looking at him curiously, without any stage fright.

With just one glance, Wang Yi knew that this person was probably Duanmu Ying, one of the thirty-six thieves of Jiashen in the future, who mastered all eight unique skills.

To be honest, she is indeed a beauty.

In addition to the young girl Duanmu Ying, there was also a young man following the representative of the Wan family from Yanwu Hall. It was presumed that he was also brought out to see the world like Duanmu Ying.

If we put aside the nature of this private banquet, in Wang Yi's opinion, this is just a replica of the birthday banquet of the old man of the Lu family.

"Brother Wang Yi arrived just in time. The party won't start so soon."

Seeing Wang Yi arrive, several representatives of the alien forces rooted in the capital greeted Wang Yi very familiarly and told him about the situation they had learned so far.

The commotion at the gate of the embassy naturally did not escape the attention of those who were interested.

In addition to the local foreigners in Beijing, the Japanese embassy, ​​which provided the venue, and the representatives of other embassies who were also invited to attend this private banquet all brought foreigners with them to serve as a show.

When Wang Yi was greeting the local circle of strange people in the capital, their eyes were all turned over here, to Wang Yi who was in the center of the crowd.

The aliens represented by the eight embassies, at this time, all reached a cooperation without any prior agreement and collectively released invisible pressure on Wang Yi.

However, Wang Yi didn't notice anything at all. He kept greeting these old acquaintances and walked into the banquet hall with a relaxed demeanor.

Just as he was about to step into the door of the banquet hall, Wang Yi paused slightly, raised his head, and his undisguised cultivation level was reflected in his eyes as he met the eyes of those who were putting pressure on him.

To outsiders, it seemed that Wang Yi just glanced at the magnificent embassy and took a look at it.

But just this one glance made the strange people around the representatives of the eight embassies feel as if a sharp sword pierced into their brains through Wang Yi's eyes.

The tacit cooperation between the eight countries' aliens was shattered by Wang Yi's sword. Some of them with low cultivation could not help but groan.

The voice was very low, but everyone at the banquet had sharp ears and sharp eyes, and both sides understood each other tacitly for a moment.

It was a silent confrontation, and Wang Yi won unilaterally, causing these foreign aliens who joined forces to put pressure on him to suffer a loss.

And Wang Yi also strode into the banquet hall.

From this moment on, Wang Yi became the focus of everyone's attention.

Because in this private banquet, apart from those celebrities, business representatives, and ambassadors from eight countries who were invited to attend, the rest were all extraordinary people, some born with talent, some acquired through cultivation, some from China, some from abroad, with complex systems, all gathered here.

This is a feast among different people!
(End of this chapter)