Under surprised looks, Yang Haoran added nine more symbols to the drawn circle.
Finally, Yang Haoran moved a chair to the center of the circle and sat down.
The people around him stared at each other, and then burst into laughter.
"What is this? Otilius, did you invite this person to make fun of you?"
Otilius kept scratching his head and looked at Yang Haoran.
"Master, is this the game you are talking about? What exactly does it mean?"
Yang Haoran was speechless for a while. Why are these Luomi people so poor in understanding?
So Yang Haoran pointed to the circle he drew.
"If you don't see this circle, I will sit here without moving. If any of you can come to my side, I will lose."
Otilius's eyes widened, not believing his ears.
"Master, this is just an ordinary circle. Are you sure no one can walk in?"
There were jeers all around.
"This is so funny. Do you think we are all fools? Or do you think there are no consequences for this?
If you really want to play this game, it would be fun if we place some bets."
"We have to place a bet. This Chinese is simply insulting us Luomi people!"
Yang Haoran had a playful look on his face and crossed his legs.
"Okay, what do you want to bet on? I'll stick with you until the end."
A group of young nobles from Hung Hom City looked at each other with playful smiles on their faces.
"Well, if you lose, you can crawl out of here like a dog.
How about crawling around the Hung Hom Hotel for three weeks and shouting loudly that you are liars and Chinese people are liars? Do you dare?"
A young man looked at Yang Haoran teasingly and said.
He didn't believe what Yang Haoran said at all. If drawing a circle with oil paint could stop the enemy, he would rather jump from the Luomi River.
"Anrossini is right, we agree with his bet.
Chinese people, do you have the courage to accept it?"
Otilius's eyes lit up. Based on his understanding of the Chinese people, the Chinese people are extremely important to their appearance.
Being humiliated like this is no different than killing them.
Does Yang Haoran really dare to agree?
"I accept your bet, and I also have my own requirements. If you lose within thirty minutes, I want you all to submit to me and be my followers for a month.
Isn’t my request too much?”
Amrossini and his companion burst out laughing at the same time.
"There is nothing I dare not agree to, because this is just a farce.
We're going to show you how stupid you are. So, can we get started?"
Yang Haoran raised his eyelids, nodded casually, and then made a gesture of invitation.
"You can do it anytime, remember you have thirty minutes."
All the people immediately gathered around and formed a large circle outside the circle drawn by Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran sat leisurely on the chair in the circle, secretly releasing a burst of true energy into the talisman under his feet.
The nine symbols are all connected with oil paint to form a whole. E-book Workshop
The moment Yang Haoran poured his true energy into the talisman, the color of the talisman seemed to become a little darker.
But it's not very obvious. This change spreads quickly along the lines, and then connects the nine symbols into a whole.
It's just that all these changes happened quietly, and the guys in Hung Hom City didn't notice it at all.
Or maybe they won't care if they find out. To them, Yang Haoran is just cheating, and they must use practical actions to expose his lies.
Then a young man in his twenties stood up, with yellow hair, blue eyes and a strong build.
If divided according to the strength of warriors, I am afraid they can also reach the level of warriors in the early stages of Anjin.
Among this group of guys, his strength is considered to be the highest.
"Let me expose his lies and put an end to this Eastern farce. I want him to wake up. This kind of pretentiousness does not exist in Luomi Country!"
"Rominilla, do it bravely. Use your fists to overturn this Chinese man's body. Only blood can make him wake up."
There was laughter all around, and Rominilla strode towards Yang Haoran and stepped into the circle.
One of the talismans was stepped on by Rominila, and the color of the talisman seemed to be darker.
"Haha, is this what you call a game? It's simply easier than children playing house.
Just wait until I beat you to the ground, you Chinese liar!"
There were cheers and shouts all around, which made Rominilla even more energetic.
So he was ready to take another step to reach Yang Haoran. He was ready that as long as he got close to Yang Haoran, he would wave his fist at the same time.
That is an iron fist capable of punching five hundred kilograms, and it will make this Chinese liar’s head explode!
"Rominilla, hit him with your fists. No one can despise a warrior of Rominilla!"
Romini started to move, but his expression suddenly became weird.
Why can't he drag his legs?
The soles of his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground with strong glue and were motionless.
A mysterious force enveloped his entire body, and he was imprisoned, unable to move his body.
"Damn, what's going on?"
Rominilla's expression became anxious, and she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, but her body always maintained its previous posture.
There were just a lot of sweat beads rolling down his forehead.
Yang Haoran sat leisurely on the chair, and the real energy was constantly poured into Fu Zhi.
This was the Nine-Palace Trap Dragon Formation that he had just comprehended from the Qimen Dunjia Disk. Driven by his true energy, unless the strength far surpassed him, he would never be able to reach him.
The Nine Palaces Trapping Dragon Formation can be large or small. If it is enlarged, it can trap thousands of troops.
But the required magic weapons and materials are too rare, and Yang Haoran can't arrange them now.
This kind of small one can be used to test your skills.
Anyway, the strongest strength of this group of guys is only around the late stage of Anjin, and it is absolutely impossible to break the formation.
As for the half-hour time commitment, that is because with Yang Haoran's current cultivation level, half an hour is already his limit.
It's not impossible to continue, but it seems to be a bit reluctant.
The people around him had no idea what was going on in Rominilla, and they kept shouting and urging.
"Rominilla, why are you still standing there? Why don't you move quickly? You bastard!"
"Oh my God, are you going to be a sculpture? Why are you so still?"
Otilius's eyes were uncertain, and a ridiculous term appeared in his mind, Eastern witchcraft.