Under One Person: Dad’s Super God Journey

"I don't know how long it will take to reach this barren mountain."

Deep in the mountains, Wang Ye carried his bag and supported the big tree beside him, looking at the endless mountain road ahead, and then looked back at Zhuge Qing, who was silent behind him.

"Old Qing, I have felt something is wrong with you since just now. What's wrong with you? You don't want to leave?"

"Hey, it's not that I don't want to leave."

After hearing Wang Ye's words, Zhuge Qing just sighed slightly, raised his head and looked forward, and his narrowed eyes slowly opened.

"It's that we can't seem to leave."

As his voice fell, a group of people slowly walked out of the dim woods ahead.

The leader, Ma Xianhong, was formally dressed in white. Beside him, eight senior practitioners were arranged on the left and right.

Seeing Wang Ye's solemn expression, Ma Xianhong smiled slightly.

“Daozhang Wang, Brother Zhuge, it’s so late, where do you want to go?

Didn't I entertain you enough? Even if I wasn't prepared to stay, I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. "

"Hey, I know you didn't hold it in well. If I had known earlier, you should have learned more from Lao Zhang. Even if you cut your face a little, you should have pulled him back."

When Wang Ye saw this, he reluctantly dropped the backpack behind him, looked at the people in front of him seriously, and made a starting gesture.

boom--

boom--

In the house in the corner of the village

The huge roar woke Cheng Yang up from his sleep. He got up from the bed and raised his eyes to look at the place where the explosion came from.

Fires all over the sky ignited from the mountains and forests in the distance, setting off raging flames.

"Oh, I can't even sleep at night. If I light a fire in the mountains, I won't be afraid of burning the forest."

The fire was accompanied by a distant roar. Chengyang thought for a while, then put on his coat and walked out of the house.

A faint blue light emerged under his feet, and the cursed blue demonic energy was activated, manipulating gravity to fly directly into the distance.

In the woods, Zhuge Qing was standing outside a fire ring, confronting Ma Xianhong and others in front of him, while Wang Ye was gasping for breath in exhaustion outside the fire ring.

"Hey, Ma Xianhong, Yiya wins.

Let Lao Qing go down the mountain, and I'll give you what you want. "

Wang Ye sat on the ground with a look of exhaustion and looked at Ma Xianhong helplessly.

Hearing Wang Ye's words, Ma Xianhong found a smile on his lips. He stepped forward and patted Zhuge Qing on the shoulder. He was about to say something, but suddenly raised his head.

In the sky, Cheng Yang's figure flew quickly from a distance, stopped on top of everyone's heads, and slowly fell down.

"Huh? Master Cheng?"

Seeing Cheng Yang arriving, Ma Xianhong frowned slightly.

But the others beside him were eager to try. Among them, Liu Wukui was the most excited when he saw this, and immediately came to Ma Xianhong's side.

"Leader, it's a trial for two people anyway, and it's a trial for three people, how about that?"

After hearing Liu Wukui's words, Ma Xianhong thought for two seconds, and then an interested smile appeared on his face.

"What, do you have an idea?"

"Hehe, after all, there aren't many people who can beat Qiu Rang into that pig head. I've already been interested."

Before Ma Xianhong finished speaking, several other superiors around him shouted in agreement, and all of them were gearing up.

Liu Wukui rubbed his hands and moved closer to Bi Yuan who was on crutches.

"Grandpa Bi, it's hard for us juniors to do anything, why don't you try it for us?"

Bi Yuan turned his head and looked at Ma Xianhong, and when he saw that he didn't stop him, he smiled bitterly.

"I'm just an ordinary bad old man. You ask me to try the best of Master Cheng. Isn't this embarrassing me?"

Although Bi Yuan kept talking, his hands did not stop. After using his hands, a silver needle wrapped with Qi appeared in his hand.

"Grandpa Bi, try again, but don't hurt anyone."

"Don't worry, Master, I still have some sense of propriety."

Bi Yuan looked at Cheng Yang who was really falling slowly, and with a flick of his finger, the silver needle flew out from his hand, carrying an undetectable sound of wind, and shot towards Cheng Yang.

It is his unique skill, Ghost Gate Needle.

"Ok?"

Although the movement caused by the silver needle was very weak, with the blessing of the blue magic power, Cheng Yang could still sense it.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the silver needle that was originally flying fell vertically to the ground as if it was suddenly hit by a heavy object, and was deeply embedded in the soil.

"what?"

Seeing his silver needle being cracked so easily, even Bi Yuan was stunned for a moment.

But there was no room for him to be in a daze. In the surrounding shadows, a faint blue light struck along the ground towards everyone's feet.

"Get away!"

Fu Rong was the first to notice something was wrong. She shouted loudly and jumped onto a nearby tree trunk with a strong movement of her feet.

Fu Rong's reminder also caused everyone to react instantly, and they all fled around. Only Bi Yuan was instantly wrapped around his ankle by the blue light.

The next moment, it was as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him. The huge pressure made him fall to the ground instantly, causing the surrounding ground to sink a layer.

"Hey, Master Cheng, please be gentle, my old bones can't bear the torment."

Cheng Yang slowly fell from the sky, adjusted his glasses, and looked at the people talking around.

"Everyone, do you want to fight with dad?"

"Master Cheng, you have misunderstood. We have no intention of fighting with you."

Ma Xianhong in the distance shook his head and looked at Cheng Yang with growing curiosity.

"It's just that everyone has heard of your name and admired you for a long time. We finally met Master Cheng and wanted to learn from you."

As soon as Ma Xianhong finished speaking, Fu Rong, who was standing on the tree nearby, was already holding two sharp knives. As he swung the two knives, he brought out sharp swords and shot them towards Cheng Yang.

whoosh-

Jian Qi set off a rapid explosion in the forest. It was so fast that it was in front of Cheng Yang in an instant.

"Is that so? It just so happens that dad hasn't moved his muscles for a long time."

"when--"

Two black figures instantly climbed up from the shadows on the ground. They also held black long knives and blocked Fu Rong's sword energy.

"Caught it?"

Seeing that her sword was easily touched, Fu Rong looked at the two shadow soldiers rushing toward her and shouted quickly.

"Everyone, be careful. This is the shadow Qiu Rang was talking about."

After saying that, he jumped down from the air and took the initiative to meet the black shadow soldiers with two swords in hand.

In addition to her, several shadow soldiers also appeared in the remaining several directions and rushed towards them.

Not far away from Chengyang, a figure like a shadow lurked quietly in the night, slowly approaching Chengyang silently.

"It's close."

Ding Zihuan calculated the distance between the two, then ducked and slashed at Cheng Yang with the knife in his right hand.

"Old man, I'm sorry."

Before Ding Zihuan finished speaking, his hand knife stopped dozens of centimeters away from Chengyang. Chengyang's right hand clamped his palm tightly with two fingers.

"Oooo!"

As Cheng Yang made a backhand move, Ding Zihuan instantly went limp, holding his right hand and rolling on the ground in pain.

"Depend on!"

Fu Rong slashed with both hands, cutting the two shadow soldiers in front of him out of the smoke, but the next moment he saw several more shadow soldiers standing up in the shadows and surrounding him.

Then he looked at Cheng Yang, but seeing that Ding Zihuan, who was good at sneaking, also failed to succeed, he knew that a sneak attack was hopeless.

Gritting his teeth, he held the sharp knife and swung countless sword energy at Cheng Yu, then he raised the sharp knife and rushed towards Cheng Yang.

Under the big tree on the side, Zhuge Qing and Wang were squatting side by side on the ground, hiding behind the thick tree trunk, looking at the flying swords and qi, and quickly retracted their protruding heads.

"Old Wang, do we really not need to go up and help the old man?"

Zhuge Qing looked hesitantly at Wang Ye beside him. Wang Ye lowered his head suddenly, dodged a sword attack that grazed his scalp, and patted his chest in fear.

"In our current state, it would be good if we don't go up to hold him back. Besides, do you think the old man needs us to come up and help him?"

After saying that, seeing that no Jian Qi was floating over, he stuck his head out again.