Xianxia world returns

Chapter 46 The Grandpa Who Knows Magic

In the auction hall, everyone's eyes were joking, ready to see the jokes of Pei Yuze and the others.

In their view, in Zuo Zimo's territory, no matter how crazy a few people are, they will eventually bow their heads and beg for mercy.

"It's still too late to beg for mercy."

Zuo Zimo looked at them and said indifferently.

He could also see that the white-haired old man had some skills.

But he is very confident.

Wu Shan and others were all carefully selected by him from the retired special forces.Everyone is at least one against ten, and some of them have mastered several kinds of fighting skills, and they are all existences that can tear tigers and leopards apart.

An old man, even if he can fight again, can he still defeat this elite team with weapons?
But they didn't expect that Pei Yuze's expression didn't change at all.

"Master, I leave it to you."

With that said, he stepped back half a step, as if preparing to watch a play.

Everyone is puzzled.

The white-haired old man took a step forward and glanced at everyone indifferently, like looking down on ants.

"Stubborn."

A few faint words were spit out, but they contained great pressure.

Those who originally wanted to refute a few words couldn't help but change their faces.

He slowly took out a piece of yellowed talisman paper, muttering words while pinching his fingerprints, with a serious expression, like an ancient Taoist priest preparing to cast a spell.

"Wori, I thought he was going to show his power, but he just showed us this?"

"Where did this guy surnamed Pei find such a living treasure? He thought he could scare us off by just finding a Taoist priest and performing it?"

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter, what a fucking old man, pretending to be the real one."

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

Even Zuo Zimo had an unbearable expression on his face.

It is really the behavior of the white-haired old man at this time, too much like a Taoist priest performing spells in a Taoist temple.

But at this moment-

"boom!"

After the old man finished casting the spell, he moved his fingers quickly, and the talisman paper ignited spontaneously without wind, and instantly turned into a big fireball, burning blazingly.

The fireball radiated intense light and heat. Everyone looked at it, as if they were facing the sun, feeling like they were about to be roasted.

Those who are close can smell the burnt smell of their own hair.

Surrounded by the crowd, the people who originally looked like they were watching a play were forced to retreat again and again.

This is not over yet.

The white-haired old man threw the fireball lightly, and the fireball landed on the nearby steel table and chairs, turning into wisps of green smoke like foam meeting a flame.

In just a moment, the tables and chairs originally made of alloy steel disappeared.

Now, everyone was completely shocked.

The original calm expression completely disappeared, only deep fear.

"This this this..."

Yang Zihan covered her small mouth, too shocked to speak.

Zuo Zimo's complexion changed drastically, and there was a trace of fear in the depths of his pupils.

So real!

It's so real that it makes them tremble!

If someone told you that a man could kill a cow with a single punch, it might seem absurd, but it wouldn't be that hard to believe.But if someone tells you that someone can cast spells and melt gold and iron, you will only think it is a fantasy.

Now, this kind of thing is happening before your eyes.

None of them expected that this white-haired old man was actually an expert who could use divine channeling techniques. The real appearance of such a person in front of them brought them an impact like raging waves.

"He is a true Taoist priest!"

Suddenly a trembling voice sounded.

Master Hu's eyes were about to pop out, and his expression changed dramatically.

Zuo Zimo suppressed the horror in his heart in front of Zuo Zimo, looked back at him, and asked eagerly:

"Master Hu, what is a real Taoist priest? How is it different from Taoist priests in Taoist temples?"

Although he was flustered in his heart, he grasped the point when he asked.

The white-haired old man actually knows how to cast spells. Obviously, he is different from the Taoist priest who can only perform as he usually knows, but a real master of Dharma practice.

Master Hu glanced at him blankly, and said with trembling lips:
"Master Zuo must also know that there is a circle of martial arts outside the circle of ordinary people. They practice martial arts, and they can tear tigers and leopards, crack steles, and stones, just like the martial arts masters on TV. They are powerful, even if it is a gun. There is no threat to them."

Zuo Zimo couldn't help but glanced at Lin Xiao, and said to himself, "Of course I know that, Senior Lin in front of me is such a master of martial arts." '

But Master Hu continued: "Although the martial arts circle is secret, it is not too difficult for us to get in touch with. I believe you also know that Boss Lei from East Lake used to be a martial arts master."

"Moreover, the martial arts circle pays attention to practice in the world, and many warriors are hidden among ordinary people, but ordinary people cannot tell them apart."

Speaking of this, Master Hu calmed down, and said with a long sigh: "But, besides this, there are a very small number of people who don't practice martial arts, but pay attention to secluded practice, and basically don't have contact with the world."

"And what they practice is the way of the gods, just like the legendary Taoist immortals. The Taoist priests we see in Taoist temples are just sensationalists, and they are completely different concepts from real Taoist priests."

Master Hu's voice is not loud, but at this time the needle can be heard in the audience, so everyone naturally heard it.

Now, everyone looked at the white-haired old man in disbelief.

It turned out that this mediocre old man was actually a legendary fairy!
Wu Shan and the others let out a clang, and the machetes and iron rods in their hands fell to the ground one after another, as if they were silent.

Zuo Zimo's expression was not reconciled, but in the end he could only lower his head in a slumped manner: "Pei Yuze, you won, I never thought you could get help from such an expert, if you want to kill, you have to do whatever you want."

"Hahaha."

Only then did Pei Yuze stand up again.

He watched the audience bow their heads, the former enemies could only obediently obey, and suddenly became energetic, as if standing at the pinnacle of life.

Back then, he came here in high spirits, but returned in despair.

It was all Zuo Zimo, which greatly damaged his face.

Fortunately, he met Master...

In his opinion, the master is like the grandfather of the protagonist in the novel, which is standard for the protagonist.

And he is the real protagonist, and the others are all extras, who can only bow their heads in front of him in the end.

He wandered his eyes, looking down at the crowd.

No matter who it was, they didn't dare to look at him, and lowered their heads one after another, for fear of being targeted by him.

Pei Yuze was very satisfied.

But when he saw Lin Xiao, he frowned.

Not only did Lin Xiao not show the slightest awe, but he looked at him with a half-smile, a casual look of indifference.

This made Pei Yuze angry.

"Boy, after meeting my master, Shenwei, you still don't know how to be acquainted, do you want to die?"

Seeing this, Yang Zihan felt anxious, lowered his voice and said: "You are crazy, didn't you see that old man can do magic?"

Zuo Zimo also looked worried.

He was worried that Lin Xiao would be against the other party because he was young and arrogant.

Even though he knew that Lin Xiao was an expert in martial arts, he had no concept of fighting and didn't know who was strong and who was weak.It's just that the white-haired old man's hand was too shocking, and he was uncertain.

Lin Xiao shook her head slightly.

Although he was quite surprised when the white-haired old man made a move.

But with his eyesight, he quickly understood.

This is just like a martial artist, just a kind of cultivator on earth.

If the real energy of a warrior is water, then the magic power of the white-haired old man is ice, and the real energy he cultivates is refined steel.

Not on the same level at all.

'Besides, although the white-haired old man looks very good at melting golden iron with one hand, he has a huge flaw, that is, the preparation time is too long.If he were to face off against the Nei Jin martial artist, it was still unknown who would win the battle. '

'If you are a genuine cultivator, why is it so troublesome? It is not only a talisman paper, but also a mantra, and a handprint. As long as the mind moves, the spell will come into being.Fighting skills all pay attention to speed, if you are slow, other people's spells are already on their hands, and you are still preparing, then there is only one dead end. '

(End of this chapter)