Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 18 Deng Youfu's obsession and the future of the Ma Xian family

Is there really a magic method to reach the sky in this world?
Yan Huan blinked, "Sister, please say a few more words!"

“I haven’t repaired it.”

"Hmm..." Yan Huan was choked and speechless, and stopped asking questions.

The master leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you. You need to have some understanding of everything. If you have to have others chew everything up and feed it to you, it will lose its delicious taste.

"So sister, Lü Zu and Sanfeng Zhenren are real, and they have both ascended to heaven?"

"Someone is coming." Jin Jingqingming did not answer and disappeared.

Yan Huan looked towards the path at the entrance of the village and saw the Deng brothers and Hu Sixi coming towards him.

When Ma Xian's family visits, there is naturally a lot of pomp and circumstance. The three of them carried a lot of things, big and small.

"Master Yan, we can see the immortal aura overflowing here before we even enter the village. It's really embarrassing for us old folks to see such a high level of cultivation at such a young age!"

"Cough cough!" Yan Huan coughed a few times.

This rough and uncouth Hu Sixi speaks in such a pretentious and pedantic way. Is it so awkward for him to come over and apologize?

"Uncle Si Xi, this... is a good thing I didn't eat much breakfast."

Hu Sixi touched his head. The master implied that he was going to vomit.

He didn't feel offended and simply turned the way he spoke around.

"I acted on my own before. It was wrong of me to use Xiao Yan'er to trouble you. I came here to apologize to you." Hu Sixi bowed to apologize and buried his head heavily.

"Have you bought delicious food for Xiao Yan'er? You have to apologize to your daughter. I am not guilty of anything."

Yan Huan helped Hu Sixi up and patted the Deng brothers on the shoulders.

"Brother Youfu and Brother Youcai, let's go to my house. This is not the place to talk."

Deng Youfu turned his head and looked at the hand that was holding his cotton jacket, and said nothing.

He came here this time not with the intention of making friends with Yan Huan. As the best among the three generations of disciples of Ma Xian'er, Deng Youfu had his own pride in his heart.

No matter what, he wanted to know the witchcraft that forced his aunt into such a predicament. No matter what, he wanted to fight for the future of Ma Xianer's family.

Kangchi, Kangchi!
After walking a few steps in the snow, Deng Youfu saw a large open space in the forest and thought it would be a good place for a fight.

In addition, the ice and snow have melted in recent days and the temperature has been frighteningly low. At this point in time, apart from those of them who have practiced Qi, no outsiders will pass by, and off-site interference factors have also been eliminated.

With the right time and place, we are just waiting for Yan Huan to respond.

"Friend Yan, I have a favor to ask of you."

As soon as he said this, Deng Youcai turned around and said, "Brother, forget it. We are here to give you a thank you gift. This is not appropriate today!"

"Youcai, please go away." Deng Youfu pushed the man with shifty eyes away.

"Friend Yan." Deng Youfu clasped his fists and bowed, "If I don't do something, the knot in my heart will not be untied. You have done a favor to the Ma Xian'er lineage in the Northeast, and there are some things I shouldn't offend you like this."

"But I just can't get angry. My Shamanism has been passed down for hundreds of years, but it has to be compromised and isolated in a corner! I can't get angry! I don't even know what my aunt is worried about!"

Yan Huan looked at the serious man for a long time and sighed helplessly.

It is not easy to make such a proud and stubborn person bow his head, and Deng Youfu has made up his mind.

"Brother Youfu, I understand what you mean. I have to make myself clear before this."

“Do you accept your failure?”

Yan Huan frowned slightly, his expression becoming serious. "Of course, I'm not talking about a small failure. What I'm talking about is, if there is a magic that can easily shatter your pride and dignity in your family heritage, can you accept such a failure?"

Deng Youfu lowered his head and remained silent, no one knew what he was thinking about. Suddenly, he was surrounded by murderous aura and smoke.

"I am a disciple of the third generation of the Deng family. I would like to invite Master Liu Kunsheng to come and take possession of me~"

Chanting the incantation, his head shook left and right, so fast that some afterimages appeared, and the black mist filled his body in an instant.

sizzle!
When the smoke dissipated, people appeared. Deng Youfu's mouth corners were pulled apart to the sides of his cheeks, and he spit out his snake tongue several times.

"Boy, is this the guy?" Liu Kunsheng said, with a sinister aura in his scarlet pupils. "Useless thing, every time he lends me a little power but can't make full use of it, and he wants me to do it myself."

"You really don't give me any room for negotiation..." Yan Huan smiled bitterly.

Yan Huan didn't dislike Deng Youfu. Although he was a little old-fashioned and serious, he was a man who understood the rules and the bottom line. He wouldn't do anything stupid and had a clean and pure mind.

Going further, Yan Huan even likes to make friends with such people. When getting along with such people, his blood pressure may occasionally soar, but he will definitely not be too tired, and he does not have to worry about being calculated or betrayed.

"Alright, alright." Yan Huan thought to himself, this matter of "capturing spirits and sending generals" was just to make the events of the Luotian Grand Ceremony happen in advance, so it would be better to fulfill the wishes of these two.

The news was kept in Ma Xianer's family's Northeastern compound, so it could be considered a family secret that was not made public.

"Then Senior, I am sorry for the offense."

"Come." Yan Huan said calmly, and when he opened his eyes, they were full of light.

Liu Kunsheng suddenly shuddered, and felt a blanket darkness before his eyes. But in a moment, a pair of bright and terrifying eyes opened in the darkness. An irresistible force drove him to rush forward involuntarily. When he came to his senses, he had already entangled behind Yan Huan.

"Uncle, are you going to join us?" Little Bai Ling suddenly jumped out and asked innocently.

"This immortal has a house to protect, so we won't bother him."

"Uh..." Yan Huan looked forward with a bit of embarrassment. Deng Youfu had already knelt on the ground, his heart as broken as death.

The despair on his face gathered like dark clouds before rain, and he pounded the ground with his hands from time to time, as if only the severe pain in his hands could tell him that this was not a dream.

how come?
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

The dignified Mr. Liu Kunsheng has become a plaything that comes when you wave your hand and leaves when you wave your hand away.

Poison technique! This is poison technique!
Deng Youfu finally understood what his aunt was afraid of.

Seeing this, Yan Huan said helplessly, "Brother Youfu, don't kneel! I want to show you something."

After saying that, he raised his right hand high and drove the black snake behind him to the sky, "Master Kunsheng, show it to the child you protect."

Your true power.

boom!
A wisp of black smoke rose straight into the sky, like a huge waterspout blowing from the sea. Dark clouds covered the village, and a feeling of depression and dullness came over him. Before the person in the mist appeared, Deng Youfu was swept by the bone-chilling fear.

For a moment, he felt like he was drowning in the deep sea, at a loss, powerless and suffocating...

Whoosh! A hand stretched out from the smoke, flicked its fingers, and a strong and overbearing gust of wind blew Deng Youfu away.

Yan Huan stepped out of the black tornado, grinning and emitting evil energy, "Deng Youfu, you have seen the true power of your uncle."

"Deng Youfu, your life power is too weak, and your sexual power is insufficient. You can't even bear one tenth of Liu Kunsheng's strength. Otherwise, why would you let this immortal come in person and let him suffer such injustice?"

Yan Huan raised his head proudly and raised his chin.

To be honest, after being criticized by Sister Qingming for my “poor life cultivation” for so long, today is the first time I have used Sister Qingming’s exact words to give advice to others.

I have to say, it feels pretty good.

(End of this chapter)