After being abandoned, I became famous by live streaming of metaphysics

Ming Zhuo didn't stay at all, turned around and rushed to Yang Juntong's side, and pushed down the man who was struggling to get up.

"Boss!" He Wangyao was so excited that she was about to cry.

He and Li Wenhe couldn't hold Yang Juntong down with all their strength.

This guy is like taking the wrong medicine. His strength is so great that he is not like a normal person. His soul can't break free from his body.

Still the mighty boss!Boss is amazing!With one hand, he pushed down Yang Juntong, who was uncontrollable by the two big men.

Li Wenhe's face turned pale, "Boss..."

He wanted to ask Ming Zhuo if there was any way to fight against the ringtone, if it went on like this, there was no way.

The opponent is hiding in the dark, and the long-range attack is hard to guard against.If the bell continues to ring, I'm afraid everyone will die.

Ming Zhuo frowned: "Who is it? All the guests have already rolled off the table, so you like to have a banquet so much? Why don't everyone go to your table?"

While talking, she threw out the mahogany sword, which flew into the dark night outside, blocking something with a ding.

He Wangyao's voice sounded wrong, why did it sound like metal colliding with porcelain?
It's so strange, Ming Zhuo is holding a mahogany sword, and there shouldn't be porcelain in the dark.

Soon he realized that he was wrong, a shadow of a jade bottle appeared faintly in the dark night sky, and countless evil spirits emerged densely from it.

It was as if the gate of the Nether Hell had been opened, and countless ghostly hands stretched out from it, with a ghostly aura, wanting to drag all the living things around into it!
The sight of those evil spirits staring at them was cold and evil, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Ming Zhuo clicked his tongue, "There are so many ugly things, I want to report a work-related injury!"

She raised her hand to draw a talisman in the void, and the spiritual energy flowed in a row, and the talisman caused thunder to strike down, and the dark and temperatureless fire lighted up instantly, burning the ghost hands that swarmed in.

This is not over yet, the sky thunder crackled the jade bottle, and the jade bottle quickly hid in the darkness as if scared, and disappeared.

Ming Zhuo glanced at the dark clouds above his head, raised his hand without warning, and struck a sword.

The three divine swords of Taoism are invisible and shadowless, but with the momentum of thunder, they cut the dark cloud in half with one sword.

The dark clouds dissipated completely, and the sky really appeared in this aspect.

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"Ding Dong." The man in white squeezed the finger that shook the soul-calling bell, and the soul-calling bell seemed to be dumb, and could no longer make a sound.

The soul-collecting bottle flew back and landed in his palm. There were faint cracks on the body of the bottle.

The two treasures have caused troubles since they came out, and this is the first time that they have suffered such a big setback on a mortal.

The man's face sank like water, and he couldn't maintain his previous celestial posture no matter what.

The ghost servant who had reached the last step of his experiment just died and disappeared completely.

Just a little bit, almost a little bit to make it.

If this method works, he can save Ah Yin.

He sat with his head bowed in the darkness, but for a moment he smiled, that smile was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, and his tone was like a swallow whispering between the beams.

"Interesting, really interesting, I haven't seen such an interesting person for a long time."

Probably because he worked hard for too long, so long that he was a little numb.

For hundreds of years, he has seen countless inflated ambitions and desires of the world, facing the ugliness of similarities and differences, and conducting experiments day after day.

This was the first time he encountered such an interesting thing, it almost made him want to clap his hands and laugh.

"Such a powerful girl, why don't you just use you as a container and a sacrifice next time."

With a smile on his lips, he muttered to himself, "How about just not saying hello? I have to make a mark so that I won't accidentally eat it next time."

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Taoist Xuanmiao looked at Mingzhuo in amazement: "This fellow Taoist, may I ask which temple you practice in?"

He has already consciously changed little friend into fellow daoist, and even used the honorific title.

Several other people also looked over one after another, and subconsciously raised their ears.

Ming Zhuo waved his hand casually: "I don't have a temple. It's too late, is there food here? If not, we'll go out to eat."

other people:"……"

Still a little uncomfortable with such a straightforward style.

Brother Jian: "Take care of the meal! Take care of the meal! The three-star Michelin private chef's meal is already on its way, and it will be here in a few minutes!"

He was really afraid that he was one step too late, and the expert turned around and left.

Everything that happened tonight subverted his previous cognition, and his mental quality is already strong if he didn't faint.

He could see clearly that the person behind him was formidable, only Ming Zhuo could deal with it, and he had to keep her.

Otherwise he won't be able to sleep at night.

The big meal was delivered very quickly. In fact, they should have come to deliver the meal half an hour ago. The hell is that the customer's phone can't be reached, which has delayed until now.

Mingzhuo sat down and started to eat naturally, but the mood of the others was more or less affected, and they couldn't eat for a while.

At the long dining table, after several people made eye contact, they began to whisper.

The few hands that Ming Zhuo showed just now were so powerful that it was shocking. It was unheard of and unseen. It opened everyone's eyes. It turned out that it could be like this.

"Could it be the patriarch showing his spirit?" Someone couldn't help but wonder, otherwise how could he explain such heaven-defying strength.

"She can actually draw the sky thunder talisman in the void!" Someone was in a mess.

"Did you hear that? Her magic weapon is the Taoist Three Divine Swords!"

Everyone thought of Ming Zhuo's mahogany sword, which looks like a child's toy no matter how it looks, but it grows in the wind, and the sword is full of energy, making people daunting.

He Wangyao sat on Ming Zhuo's right hand, and when she heard the conversation of the group on the right, she couldn't help puffing out her chest proudly.

Tsk, I've known you for a long time.

"Do you think she is stronger than Daoist Qinglian?"

"That's for sure! Although Daoist Qinglian's Sky Thunder Talisman is powerful, he doesn't know how to draw a talisman in the void, right? I think she is a match for Mr. Jiang."

"No, are you serious? Who is Old Jiang, she can compare? She just took advantage of the magic weapon."

Hearing this, He Wangyao couldn't help but look at the young man who spoke.

He remembered that the man was not a disciple of Taoist Xuanmiao, but was invited by Taoist Xuanmiao to help.

His strength is much stronger than that of Xuanmiao Daoist's disciple, no wonder his face is full of arrogance.

The other party came in the afternoon. When he went to open the door, the other party said something in English. Seeing that he didn't respond, he looked back at him with disdainful eyes.

After that, Brother Jian came out to receive the reception, but the other party did not switch back to Mandarin, and still insisted on using English.

Now listen, it doesn't speak Mandarin very well!
Since she was a child, He Wangyao has been flying to Xiangshi to shop with her elders from time to time. She knows that some people in Xiangshi have a bad habit and look down on mainlanders.

Of course he is fluent in English, and he has also learned Xiangjiang dialect from his elders, but he doesn't want to speak it.

Resolutely not used to those stinky problems.

The young man seemed offended and refused to end the conversation, "Mr. Jiang has been famous for 40 years, what about her? Why haven't I heard of this person?"

His voice was a little loud, and everyone on the table looked over.