Under One Person: Dad’s Super God Journey

'Dudu.'

Cheng Yang was fiddling with the smartphone in his hand. Xu Si's voice stopped and there was a beeping busy tone.

"Oh, dad doesn't know how to use this thing."

After poking a few times with his hand, there was still no response, so Cheng Yang reluctantly put his hand back into his pocket.

Looking up, Zhang Chulan had already made contact with the Taoist robe leader.

A golden light enveloped Zhang Chulan, and then like a tiger pouncing on food, it rushed towards the young man opposite, but the other man just calmly raised his hand and slapped it down, and the golden light covering Zhang Chulan's body was instantly broken like paper.

"How can it be"

Zhang Chulan, who was lying on the ground, looked at the golden light on the man in front of him in disbelief.

"His golden light no longer feels like a protective energy, it is as hard as the real thing."

Zhang Chulan staggered to his feet, clenched his fists, stared at the figure in front of him, as if he was going crazy, and punched forward again.

"Go to hell, you all go to hell!"

But with the huge gap in strength, everything is a disparity.

His golden light kept hitting the body-protecting golden light of the young man opposite, but it was not painful or itchy. The other party did not even dodge, but just looked at him calmly, letting him go crazy.

"Wow! This guy suddenly became so scary."

The short-haired girl who had just kidnapped the two of them looked at Zhang Chulan's appearance and patted her chest in fear.

"Zhang Chulan! What are you trying to do with your life? It's normal for people to compete with each other."

The two fat and thin Taoist priests who followed the white-robed young man also shouted in confusion.

"Hey, the difference in strength is too big."

Cheng Yang looked at the battle in front of him that could be called child's play and sighed.

Although he still doesn't understand what the various skills and mental methods in this world are like, but judging from the energy called 'Qi' emanating between the two, Zhang Chulan has already lost.

The current battle between the two is like an adult and a child quarreling with each other.

It looks like a fight, but when it ends, it just depends on when the 'adult' doesn't want to continue playing.

On the field, as Zhang Chulan continued to attack like crazy, the young man opposite also frowned slightly.

"Use Qi to transform into form!"

The young man stretched out his right hand and whispered,

The golden light that originally surrounded him spurted out instantly and turned into a huge palm, holding Zhang Chulan firmly in his palm.

"Is this the only thing you can do if you work hard?"

The young man looked at Zhang Chulan, who was struggling constantly after being lifted up by him, with a trace of disappointment and anger in his calm eyes.

"Although I don't know how your ancestors secretly learned the golden light spell.

But I don’t think I will allow someone with unknown origins and no power to tarnish the gate of Tianshi Mansion! "

The young man shook his right hand violently!

Zhang Chulan only felt the golden light around him tightening his grip, and he couldn't help but groan in pain.

"Uncle Junior, didn't Master ask us to invite Zhang Chulan?"

The fat Taoist priest on the side saw that something was wrong and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

But before they finished speaking, everyone felt a black shadow passing by on the ground beneath their feet.

Then a golden light intertwined with black flashed, and the golden palm that was holding Zhang Chulan seemed to be cut off at the waist, revealing a smooth section.

And a dark figure was standing there, carrying Zhang Chulan on his shoulder, and holding a long black knife in his hand, with traces of golden light remaining on the knife.

It was the shadow soldier summoned by Cheng Yang.

"Ok?"

Seeing this scene, the young man also showed a surprised expression on his face.

My golden light spell has reached the stage of taking form with energy, but I didn't expect that it would be cut off so easily.

"Oh, daddy is entrusted by others, and this boy can't let you do this."

Cheng Yang raised his eyes and stood up amidst everyone's surprised gazes.

"How about giving dad some face?"

The young man looked at Cheng Yang. He had just noticed that there was no Qi in Cheng Yang's body. He thought he was just an ordinary person who was involved, but he didn't expect that he was mistaken.

"Sorry, I have to take Zhang Chulan away by order of my master."

The young man waved his Taoist robe, and golden light instantly condensed in his hand again.

"Hey, don't young people today know how to respect the old and love the young?"

Cheng Yang shook his head helplessly, and then controlled the shadow soldiers to attack the young man.

It just so happened that he also wanted to verify what the situation would be like when the black shadow army he summoned in this world encountered the martial arts and mental methods of this world.

The black shadow soldier put Zhang Chulan down and attacked the young man with a fist.

The young man also jumped up, punched out his hands fiercely, and fisted with the shadow soldier.

"boom!"

"boom!"

As time went by, the young man gradually felt that something was wrong. This black figure was like a robot that did not know pain. No matter how many times they fought, he was not tired.

"Puppet?

Since the attack is useless, try this, the golden light spell! "

The young man waved his robe, and majestic golden light instantly poured out from his body, covering his body.

"go with!"

The golden light gathered on his right hand and transformed into a huge fist again, slamming down on the shadow soldier.

"Boom."

But to the young man's surprise, when the golden light was condensed into a punch, no mechanical parts flew out as expected, leaving only a cloud of smoke.

The young man's eyes were solemn, and the smoke gradually dissipated. There was only a slightly sunken pit on the ground, and there was a dark shadow in the pit.

"Hmm, Shadow?"

But before he could figure out why there was a shadow even though there was no entity,

The shadows on the ground instantly split into four, and the four shadows turned into four shadow soldiers who stood up from the ground and assumed a fighting posture towards the young man.

Seeing this scene, the young man, the fat and thin Taoist priest and the short-haired girl watching the battle from behind were all stunned.

"What method is this?"

"Shadow. Or spirit?"

The short-haired girl looked at the calm Cheng Yang beside her. She thought he was a harmless little old man, but she didn't expect that this man was the real boss who pretended to be a pig and eat the tiger.

Thinking that I had kidnapped someone just now, I couldn't help but feel scared.

"This is."

The young man looked warily at the four shadow soldiers surrounding him, and for a moment he could not tell which sect Cheng Yang's technique belonged to.

And just when everyone was in a stalemate, an incoherent shout came from the side.

"Hey, if you come here to rob someone in such a high-profile manner, you won't be able to bully us anywhere, right?"

Xu Si walked slowly with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

And above his head, a figure flashed across. Feng Baobao, wearing pajamas and slippers, was sitting slovenly on a branch, looking here curiously.

"Baby, why did you come?"

"I just had a fight with that little girl."

Feng Baobao was swinging his slippers on the tree and pointed with his finger. A white-haired woman also came over. There was still some dust on her body. It was obvious that she had just experienced a battle.

Xu Si glanced at the white-haired woman, then turned to look at the young man in white robe beside him, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Damn it, this Chu Lan is really a piece of Tang Monk meat.

Although I was prepared in my heart and knew that the two forces would come out to snatch people, I still couldn't help but be surprised when I saw this lineup.

Feng Shayan, the eldest lady of Tianxiahui, the daughter of Shilao Feng Zhenghao

Zhang Lingyu, a direct disciple of Zhang Zhiwei, the 65th generation of Tianshi Mansion

Damn it, I don’t have enough people to take care of me.