When Ou Xin heard this, his eyes suddenly widened.
How could she, a fashionable little girl who only knows about eating, drinking, having fun, and shopping every day, believe that there is such a thing as magic in this world? She also knows some about martial arts...
However, this Su is as famous as his father, and even a bit more powerful. He can't be talking nonsense, right?
Ou Xin hugged her boyfriend Zhao Mingyang's arm tightly and murmured to herself: "This, is there really magic in this world? That pet cat just now... it, why is it so powerful?"
Zhao Mingyang also shook his head: "I don't know either. I told you, my brother Fu Yang, he... he is one of the gods!"
On the other hand, I listened to Mr. Su’s words.
The old man in Tang suit nodded and comforted him: "Brother Su, don't be afraid. I didn't expect that this guy actually raised a monster? The thugs I trained are okay against martial arts masters. But they are still weak against monsters and the like.
If it is not caught, I have no choice but to take action myself!"
As he spoke, he stood up from his seat.
Hoo ho ho!
A swirling wind appeared out of thin air from him. It blew some floor lamps and screens around him swaying, and some of the dinner plates in front of him also flew to the ground.
Zhao Mingyang and Ou Xin both subconsciously raised their hands to cover their eyes.
Both of them were shocked: This is a spell?! It’s so amazing!
Then, I saw that the old man in Tang suit had already pinched a piece of yellow talisman paper in his hand, and chanted a mantra in his mouth: "Urgent like a law, Sanqing gives me power! Maoshan Wind Sealing Formation, fill up the barriers, seal the seal
seal up!"
Following this spell, he threw the talisman in his hand into the air.
Poof!
The talisman paper actually burned on its own, and then turned into a tangible wind visible to the naked eye! In the horrified eyes of Zhao Mingyang and Ou Xin, it then exploded, turning into strands of white mist-like things.
It shot out in all directions, forming a huge egg-shaped barrier that enveloped the entire "Jinling Zui" box.
Obviously, he wants to seal this place!
By then, no matter what happens inside, there will be no sound outside.
"Oh my god! Is there really magic in this world? Zhao, I, am I not dreaming? Or am I hallucinating?"
Ou Xin rubbed her eyes hard, completely unable to believe this scene!
For ordinary people, magic only exists in novels, TV series and movies. Who would have thought that it would actually appear in real life?!
Zhao Mingyang also smiled bitterly and nodded: "Yes! Spells do exist. In fact, my brother Fu Yang also knows spells."
"Ah? Fu Yang...can also do magic?"
Ou Xin looked at Fu Yang, who still looked calm, in disbelief.
But...even if he knows magic, he doesn't seem to be as powerful as this old man in Tang suit?
"Fu Yang should be more powerful than this old man, right? After all, Lian is the eldest son and heir of the Situ family. He is as docile as a sheep in front of Fu Yang."
Zhao Mingyang thought secretly in his heart.
He is just an ordinary person, and of course he does not know the strength comparison and differences between cultivators...
When Fu Yang saw the old man in Tang suit performing this Taoist formation, his eyes narrowed slightly and his voice was indifferent: "Are you a disciple of the Maoshan Sect?"
Before the other party had time to answer, Wei Ke, who was next to Fu Yang, shook his head and said contemptuously: "Fool, you have learned so many Maoshan Taoist techniques, and you can't tell the difference? His mana aura is disordered, and he can't tell the difference at all.
Pure. He is obviously a private cultivator. He just learned Taoism from Maoshan. You have to know that some basic Taoism from Maoshan and Longhu Mountain can also be learned by private cultivators. It’s just the core secret techniques that must be learned.
Only pure disciples of the sect can learn it. Moreover, the magic power of casual cultivators is not pure enough."
As he said that, Wei Ke reached out and grabbed Fu Yang's ears, feeling that he was too stupid.
"Let me formally introduce myself. I, Tang Qiang! I practice Maoshan Taoism. I am... Erlu Zhenren!!!"
When he finally talked about his own realm, he suddenly raised his voice and spoke with a magic touch. So his voice suddenly became several times louder, reverberating in the entire box like a Hong Zhong Da Lu.
Everyone including Mr. Su, Zhao Mingyang, Ou Xin and others covered their ears.
After finishing speaking, Tang Qiang stared at the expressions of Fu Yang and Wei Ke.
He felt that this young couple might also be cultivators - after all, they had a cat demon as a pet. But because they were young, their cultivation level would definitely not be too high! He would probably be frightened when he heard his identity as Erlu Zhenren.
Do you have to kneel on the ground and kowtow?
However, he thought too much!
The scene in front of him was not what he expected at all.
Fu Yang laughed and said, "A lie? This name is so funny. If I hadn't looked at you so seriously, I would have thought you were mentally retarded."
What?!
Tang Qiang was so angry at Fu Yang's words.
He laughed angrily: "Okay, okay! Damn little brat, I'm afraid you are too weak in cultivation and don't understand the terror of a real-person strong person at all. Today, I will let you have a good experience. I will give you your soul."
Refined into my ghost servant."
After saying that, Tang Qiang had already clipped a piece of talisman paper, chanted a spell in his mouth, and cast an offensive spell!
He stretched out his hand and the talisman burned...
boom!
The void shook, and a huge white long knife emerged from the burning flames of the talisman. It was three feet wide and two feet long, and it looked very visually impactful.
hiss!
Zhao Mingyang and Ou Xin took a deep breath, looked at each other, and saw the horror in their eyes.
Zhao Mingyang, this is the first time he has seen real offensive Taoism! It is so powerful, and it is much cooler than the special effects of various superheroes and special powers in Hollywood blockbusters.
"Fu Yang...is it okay?"
He also felt a little nervous.
Although he still believed and admired Fu Yang, the magic of the old man in Tang suit in front of him was truly amazing and shocked him.
"Maoshan·Stone-cutting Great Spirit Sword!"
Tang Qiang showed a fanatical and conceited expression on his face, and laughed with his hands on his hips: "Hahaha! Boy, this is an advanced Taoist skill from Maoshan that I finally obtained. Even a ten-ton stone can be split into pieces with one strike.
Two halves."
He said it as if to show what he said.
The white long sword phantom waved in the air a few times, and several sword auras flew out...
Click click click!
The huge wooden round dining table in front of me was split straight from the middle, and the cut was extremely smooth.
All the delicacies and delicacies originally placed on the table fell down as the table broke. They were all scattered on the floor.
Mr. Xiong, who was enjoying his meal, was stunned for a moment. He was about to reach out his claws to catch a big lobster, but now the big lobster fell to the ground and was too dirty to eat. Then, he became completely angry!
The damn fat cat turned around, blood-red light burst out from his eyes, he opened his mouth and spat out human words, and cursed loudly: "You deserve to have your anus fucked a hundred times! You scolded the guy next door! I was enjoying my meal, but you actually did it"
I disturbed my dinner. You deserve to die!"
What?! This...this cat demon can actually speak human language?!
Mr. Su was shocked.
His subordinates were shocked.
Zhao Mingyang and Ou Xin were shocked.
However, the most shocked person was Tang Qiang! As a cultivator, he knew very well that monsters cannot speak human words directly with their mouths.