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There are about 60 seats in the opera house. Not only are they all full now, even the corridor behind the last row is full of people, which is quite lively. Feng Qinglang feels happy when he looks at it. The awareness of preaching is simply because the tickets are [-] gold coins per person, and the proceeds are divided in half with the clubhouse. These people can bring more than [-] gold coins to themselves.

In less than two hours, such astonishing benefits could be brought, and Feng Qinglang suddenly felt that Dongfang Pei's old face was inexplicably cute.

The person in charge of the clubhouse was also extremely excited about the full attendance, he looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and respectfully said to Feng Qing: "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, we can start!"

"En!" Feng Qinglang nodded reservedly, then strode onto the stage.

Not counting warm applause, Feng Qinglang saw a few familiar faces from the audience in response to people's curious gazes. Mrs. Bi was talking to the old man in red beside her while looking at herself with a smile. It seems that she definitely doesn't want the illusion gunner she invited to do any public class, but Mrs. Bi actually came in person, and she still showed a kind support attitude, and she didn't take Feng Qinglang seriously.

Sitting next to the old man in red was Teacher Ximu, who had formed a good friendship with Feng Qinglang during Biyuntian's illusion event. This big figure in the illusion world attended the scene in person. I believe there was a lot of advertising effect, and the scene was full. I believe it is also due to this ad.

The most wonderful thing was that Dongfang Pei, who claimed that he was not feeling well, also came and sat in the first row with a big face, waving at Feng Qinglang with a hippie smile.

Feng Qinglang nodded and turned her head one by one with a smile, thinking that if it was the past, she would not dare to take such a risk to stand in the focus of her eyes. With the removal of the breath of the spirit sea beast, even if there are wanted people in the audience with the breath radar to investigate, I'm afraid I can't detect my own existence.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help smiling a little bit more joyfully, stood still in front of the speaker, raised his chin slightly, and said: "Everyone, I didn't intend to introduce myself, because in the illusion, who am I, sometimes It’s not important. I’m also not like many big names, who have to put a lot of props to assist the explanation on the stage in advance, because if I need them, they will naturally be there!”

When he said the last sentence, some magic pattern projectors, and piles of large-scale materials, monster skeletons, etc., flashed around the podium, like a large-scale magic magic, but there was no trace of mental turmoil , the simplest way to cover up one's eyes, done so smoothly, it immediately won a lot of applause.

Feng Qinglang smiled and said: "It's nothing, my dear friends! The art of deceiving your eyes is just magic! Only the art of deceiving your heart is illusion!"

"Now, everyone, please gather your spirits and look at me, or to be precise, look at the top of my head!"

In the void above Feng Qinglang's head, there was a pendulum commonly used by hypnotists out of thin air, with a diameter of half a meter and a width of half a meter. It was shaking regularly, and people couldn't help but focus on it.Dongfang Pei just glanced at it, understood what it meant, and couldn't help but secretly laughed and scolded Feng Qinglang, it really saves enough energy, even to create large-scale illusions, he would not spend any of his mental energy, all using the strength of the masses.

Everyone felt a sudden blur in front of their eyes, as if a gorgeous band of light flashed across their eyes. When their sights became clear, they were already above a vast sea of ​​clouds, and the magnificent opera house had disappeared without a trace. , but the distance between each person remains the same. Under their seats, there is a stone pillar that seems to be made in nature, passing through the sea of ​​clouds, looking down, and vaguely seeing that it leads directly to the earth!It seems that it is these stone pillars that prop up this temporary world.

This made everyone couldn't help but sit tighter in their seats. After taking a breath, they couldn't help but burst into warm applause and cheers. Such a large-scale illusion took so much energy!Your Excellency Wen Ruyu is indeed an excellent illusionist!

Only a discerning person can realize that this guy did not spend any effort at all, it is all the spiritual power of everyone here supporting this illusion world, and even the spiritual energy such as wonder, fear, and exclamation emitted by everyone now will become a part of this illusion. But with such precise guidance, and achieving such an effect, Wen Ruyu is amazing.

Feng Qinglang was still smiling reservedly. He left the podium, stepped on the sea of ​​clouds, came among the crowd, and said calmly, "Everyone, this is the art of deceiving your soul!"

Of course, there was another thunderous applause.

He smiled and said, "You don't have to be too nervous..." He patted an old gentleman next to him who was firmly grasping the armrest of the seat, and said softly: "As long as you believe, this is a real place, or in other words, as long as you believe , you can keep your feet on the ground, and you can also set foot on the sea of ​​clouds like me! After all, this is not the real world!"

Encouraged by him, some people began to boldly step onto the sea of ​​clouds, and found that it was just a soft piece, as if they were stepping on the softest carpet. Seeing that the forerunner was fine, they were quite amazed. More and more People also left their seats and experienced the feeling of walking on the sea of ​​clouds. Some children who came with their elders were the happiest and immediately chased after the seats in the sea of ​​clouds. For a while, there was laughter and laughter around them, as if they had become a nobleman. Carnival at home.

Dongfang Pei came to Feng Qinglang's side calmly, and teased: "Boy, your trick is amazing, it doesn't take much effort or saliva, and it becomes the content of the public class."

Feng Qinglang kept smiling, looked at the crowd, and said, "What can we talk about in the two-hour open class? Everyone is here to buy an experience!"

He looked at several guys dressed as illusionists, who were bending down to study the stone pillars connecting the seats. Some people even probed into the clouds and mist to overlook the earth. Feng Qinglang knew well that this was a colleague, maybe it was the future The competitors of the Hidden World Family at the time of their death were studying the flaws of their own illusion, using this to judge the flaws in their spiritual sea.

He didn't mind either, he casually chatted with Dongfang Pei for a while, guessing that the freshness of everyone had gradually faded, so he waved his hand, the sea of ​​clouds dispersed, and another strip of light flashed across his eyes...

Everyone has come to a green grassland, not far away is a big green lake, cattle and sheep are chewing grass on the lake, like a peaceful scroll, but the oncoming wind is so refreshing, as if bringing A little sweetness of the lake, as if it were an illusion, made some people confused, am I really in a world of illusion?