Under One Person: From the Beginning of Infancy to the Great Saint Body

"Wuming, what do you want to do?!"

Zhang Jingqing, who was unable to find his target at this moment, saw Wuming walking into the venue.

"Old Heavenly Master, I'm here to settle things."

Wuming looked at Zhang Jingqing who was blocking his way, and couldn't help but grin, then he spoke.

"Peace?"

"Don't make fun of me."

"You Quan Xing have always been the ones who stir up trouble, but never the ones who settle it."

Zhang Jingqing shook his head and looked at Wuming seriously.

"Oh my, it looks like the old Heavenly Master looks down on me, the head of Quan Xing Sect."

Looking at Zhang Jingqing's serious expression, Wuming stroked his forehead slightly and said helplessly.

"Humph, there's no point in talking any more."

"I guess you were the one who did this."

"Do you dare to admit it?!"

Zhang Jingqing stared at Wuming with burning eyes and said angrily.

"Don't dare."

"I didn't do it, why should I admit it?"

Wuming spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Obstinate!"

Looking at Wuming's playful face, Zhang Jingqing suddenly became furious.

He had never been a good-tempered person to begin with, and now that Wuming had teased him several times, how could he endure it!
He held the Sanwu Zhanxie sword in his hand and stabbed Wuming.

"Wow, old master, are you serious?!"

Looking at the Three-Five Evil-Slashing Sword that Zhang Jingqing was stabbing at him, Wuming let out a strange cry, but stretched out two fingers and directly caught Zhang Jingqing's Three-Five Evil-Slashing Sword.

"What's your trick?!"

Looking at Wuming's actions, Zhang Jingqing was shocked. He didn't expect that his Three-Five-Slash Evil Sword could be caught by someone else like this!

"Old Heavenly Master, this move of mine is called the Spiritual Finger."

"It means that although we don't have the wings of a phoenix, our hearts are connected with each other."

"What do you think?"

Wuming asked Zhang Jingqing with a chuckle.

"Playing with me?!"

Zhang Jingqing couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard Wuming's words.

Before he became a monk, he was also a scholar, so he naturally knew the meaning of this poem.

"Hey, old master, I'm not kidding you."

"My telepathic connection comes from this poem."

"If you have a tacit understanding, you can take on everything in the world."

Wuming grinned and chuckled softly at Zhang Jingqing.

"Okay, then let me try to see how many of my swords your Lingxi Finger can catch!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingqing's Qi began to surge, and he wanted to pull out the Sanwu Zhanxie Sword that was between his ring fingers.

But no matter what, the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword did not move at all between Ao Guang's fingers.

This time, Zhang Jingqing's expression changed drastically.

"Has this demon's strength reached this level?"

"Old Heavenly Master, look, I've already told you that you can take on any attack."

"Your sword looks pretty good to me, Master."

"How about letting him stay in my hands for a while?"

Wuming said with a smile.

"presumptuous!"

Hearing Wuming's words, Zhang Jingqing couldn't help but widen his eyes.

If this kind of thing were to be made public, would Zhang Jingqing still have any face? Would Longhushan still have any face?
"Then let's try the Eighth Sword again, old master."

Upon hearing this, Wuming chuckled.

He didn't know how powerful he was now, after all, he had never tested it.

Coupled with his terrifying proficiency in Qimen, it was really easy for him to suppress the Sanwu Zhan Xie Sword.

Even if Zhang Jingqing used the Five Thunder Technique, Wuming was confident that he could suppress the magic sword directly.

Boom!
Sure enough, after failing to break free from Wuming's pincers, Zhang Jingqing began to use thunder magic.

First comes the body's own lightning, then the thunder from the sky is attracted.

"Old Heavenly Master, if you do this, aren't you afraid that the thunder magic will strike you as well?"

Looking at the rolling dark clouds and thunder in the sky, Ao Guang couldn't help but wink at Zhang Jingqing.

"You are a fearless demon!"

"Even if I have to perish together with you, I will not hesitate!"

Zhang Tianshi shouted angrily at Wuming.

He did not see the slightest reverence for the world or for life in Wuming's eyes.

This kind of person is either a peerless devil who kills without blinking an eye, or a contemporary saint who is indifferent to all emotions.

But instead of asking Zhang Jingqing to gamble that Wuming, the leader of Quanxing, is a living saint, it would be better to let Zhang Jingqing die immediately at Wuming's hands.

"What did the old Taoist priest say?"

"How could I die with you?"

Wuming chuckled and raised his hand to catch the thunder that was falling from the sky.

There was no harm at all, not even a ripple was caused on Wuming's body.

"You! This! How is this possible!?"

Looking at the flashing electric light on Wuming's body, Zhang Jingqing couldn't help but widen his eyes.

How come this Quan Xing Sect leader also knows thunder magic! ?
"Old Heavenly Master, please give me more guidance."

Wuming looked at Zhang Jingqing's stunned expression, smiled slightly, and then began to twist his fingers.

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly felt a strong force coming at his hand.

In Zhang Jingqing's sight, the Three Five Evil-Slaying Sword began to twist visibly, like a pretzel.

It has to be said that the material of the Sanwu Zhanxie Sword is really good. Even if it was twisted into a knot, it would not break.

"What a treasure! If I damage this sword, I'm sure the old master won't blame me, right?"

Wuming grinned and said to the old Taoist priest with a smile.

"how could be!!"

Zhang Jingqing said to Wuming with a forced smile, and at the same time, the electric light on the Sanwu Zhanxie suddenly shrank.

The changes of yin and yang turn the toughest steel into something as soft as silk.

At the same time, wisps of thunder rushed towards Wuming like thousands of troops.

"Old Heavenly Master has great skills."

Feeling the tingling sensation all over his body, Wuming couldn't help but praise.

He had become an immortal, but he still used the method of death by lightning, in which death by lightning was also considered a kind of death by lightning.

In addition, Ao Guang also has a lotus Dharma body and a human body magnetic field.

In order to defend against these thunders, a layer of Qi is densely covered all over the body, and above the Qi there is a tiny electric current that forms a Faraday cage.

In a word, science plus metaphysics, invincible!
Sonorous!

With a sudden pull from Wuming's two fingers, the Sanwuzhanxie Sword in Zhang Jingqing's hand was actually pulled off by Wuming.

"Good sword, good sword!"

"Old Heavenly Master, let me keep this sword for the time being."

"I will return this precious sword to you after I kill that evildoer!"

Wuming waved the Sanwuzhanxie sword in his hand.

It is worthy of being the Sanwuzhanxie Sword passed down to Zhang Daoling, its power is really strong.

Even under the high temperature of lightning, it did not melt at all, and there was not even any sign of turning red or hot.

"Could it be that the head of Quan Xing Sect is not what I thought?"

Looking at Wuming holding a sword and walking towards the cyclone, Zhang Jingqing couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Master, are you okay?" Just as Zhang Jingqing was staring at Wuming's back in a daze, a voice appeared in Zhang Jingqing's ears.

When she turned around, she saw that Zhang Zhiwei had already come to Zhang Jingqing's side.

"You evil creature, why didn't you just stay aside and come to this place?"

As soon as she saw Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Jingqing started to scold him.

"Master, as your disciple, I can't just sit there and watch you get beaten."

Hearing Zhang Jingqing's scolding, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but scratch the back of his head, and then spoke.

"So are you here to help me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingqing's eyes widened and he started shouting.

"No, I can't beat that Quan Xing Sect Leader."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and said sincerely.

"I can't beat you, and you're just going to stand by and watch?!"

Zhang Jingqing shouted with eager eyes.

"Master, a gentleman should not be under a dangerous wall."

Zhang Zhiwei grinned and spoke softly.

"That's what scholars said. How can you, a Taoist priest, say this?"

Zhang Jingqing narrowed her eyes and looked at Zhang Zhiwei.

"Master, Taoist priests are not scholars?"

"A Taoist priest is not a scholar?"

Zhang Zhiwei shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Compared to you losing our ancestral sword, this is a good thing for us."

"Okay, okay, you are getting more and more timid. You actually dare to talk to your teacher like this!"

Looking at Zhang Zhiwei who looked fearless in front of him, Zhang Jingqing sneered.

"Kneel down for the Master!"

usually!
In just a moment, Zhang Zhiwei knelt down as if by reflex.

"Master, please give me some face."

“This is in public.”

Zhang Zhiwei knelt on the ground, supported himself with his hands, and looked up at Zhang Jingqing.

"Haha, you're just doing this in public."

"You are disobedient to the teacher. You still have the nerve to say this to me?!"

Zhang Jingqing narrowed his eyes, walked in front of Zhang Zhiwei, put his hand on Zhang Zhiwei's shoulder, and had a fake smile on his face.

"No, Master. We are here to help you relax."

"With your temper, you would be furious if you lost your ancestral sword."

Zhang Zhiwei felt the force on his shoulder and could only lie on the ground and beg for mercy.

But as Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, the force on his shoulder suddenly loosened, and it changed from pressing to lifting.

"Get up."

"I am a master, after all, and my cultivation is not so shallow."

Zhang Jingqing patted Zhang Zhiwei on the shoulder and spoke softly.

"That's not necessarily true. You are already old, and you might get confused if you answer the question wrong."

"Then we have to go up and down Longhu Mountain with the northwest wind."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head in disbelief.

"The villain!"

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei's look of disbelief, Zhang Jingqing glared at Zhang Zhiwei fiercely and patted Zhang Zhiwei's shoulder hard with his hand.

"My dear disciple, don't worry. I will not leave until I have taught you well."

As he said this, he gave Zhang Zhiwei a sinister smile.

"Master, don't look at me like that."

"Why don't you focus on teaching Jinzhong Huaiyi and the others?"

Looking at Zhang Jingqing's sinister smile, Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and said.

"Zhiwei, you are the disciple that I look forward to the most."

"As your future master, I want you to inherit my mantle, so I naturally have high hopes for you."

Zhang Jingqing said to Zhang Zhiwei with a smile.

"Master, please don't talk about the future."

"In this situation, it's a problem for us to get back to Longhu Mountain alive."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, then pointed at the people who were almost going crazy killing people near the cyclone.

Under the mysterious Qi, black, white, and yellow corpses fell one after another, as if they had turned into nutrients for the swirling Qi.

Wuming, on the other hand, was walking towards there holding the Sanwuzhanxie sword that he had snatched from Zhang Jingqing.

Anyone who stood in Wuming's way, no matter whether they were good or evil, would be slapped away, and their life or death was unknown.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes lit up with wonder at this scene.

What a powerful life cultivation!

"Master, was your sword really taken away from you just now, or did you let him take it away on purpose?"

Zhang Zhiwei turned around and looked at Zhang Jingqing standing beside him.

"Winning is winning, losing is losing. What, do you think I, your master, can't afford to lose?"

Zhang Jingqing glanced at Zhang Zhiwei and said dissatisfiedly at the other's retreating look.

"How could that be? Master is the most powerful person in my heart."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, grinned, and then his gaze returned to Wuming.

Now, Wuming is the most powerful person in his heart.

But he was very curious, could their ancestral Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword be able to cut that ball of innate Qi? !

At this time, Wuming had already arrived under the cyclone, and Smith also arrived at the same time.

"Yo, we meet again, Little Smith."

"Didn't your father tell you to stay in Western Europe and wait for the war to come?"

Wuming looked at Smith, chuckled and spoke.

"You bad guy, you haven't given my father the elixir of immortality that he promised him!"

Hearing Wuming's words, Smith couldn't help but stare.

"But I gave him a branch of the sacred tree, didn't I?"

"And I saved you."

"Otherwise, you are not a human being, but a beast."

Wuming said slowly.

"Also, you should address me as, Your Majesty!"

Wuming waved at Smith, and a branch floated out directly from Smith's body.

As the branches left his body, Smith's body began to undergo drastic changes.

The hair grew rapidly, the canine teeth began to protrude, and soon, a hideous-looking vicious dog monster appeared in front of everyone.

"He should be a talent."

"The Qi in his body can't deceive me."

Zhang Zhiwei squinted his eyes and watched the changes in Smith.

"But that guy is full of sinful aura now."

"It's like the most evil existence in this world."

Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes, and as golden light flashed on his hands, strands of electric light also quietly climbed up Zhang Zhiwei's hands.

Zhang Jingqing, who was standing by, saw this scene and nodded with satisfaction.

"I asked you to do good deeds, but you still look like a wretch."

"I gave you a chance but you didn't use it."

Wuming looked at Smith in front of him and shook his head. He had given this guy a chance as early as when he was on the boat.

It’s been almost several years now, and this guy still hasn’t caught on!
Wuming kicked Smith, who had turned into a dog, away and threw the branch of the sacred tree in his hand into the vortex of Qi.

As the cyclone shook, tender shoots sprouted out from it. (End of this chapter)