Best Immortal Supreme System

"Mr. Le, what's the matter with him?" Yang Yue anxiously asked fan Yin who stayed in the audience.

Fan Yin also shook his head blankly. It was the first time he saw Le Yang in this state. It seemed that he was hypnotized.

"This, this how to do!" Yang Yue is like an ant on a hot pot, stamping her feet in a hurry. If we lose this battle, the Yang family will be completely out, and the Academy of special sciences and the Cao family who support the Yang family will also be out in this power dispute. Yang Yue can't bear such consequences.

Similarly, fan Yin could not accept the result that the Academy would fail.

"LeYang, what are you doing?" He whispered in the audience.

On the ancient battlefield, fan Yin's voice came from LeYang's earlobe. Their earlobes are equipped with bio communicators, and they use special bands, so that other people can neither detect nor eavesdrop on their conversations.

"I'm on a battlefield now, and the enemy will fight right away," LeYang said nervously. "Satellite, help me use satellite positioning, and tell me where to run!" His voice was loud, almost shouting, and all the people on the scene heard Le Yang's words.

Most people's faces show strange expressions. Obviously, LeYang's words are hard to understand.

"Keep your voice down!" Fan Yin reminded him anxiously, "what you see now is illusion. You are still playing in the hall!"

"What should I do?" Yue Yang lowered his voice, then looked around blankly. The battlefield was too real for him to see any false part of illusion.

"Keep playing, you haven't lost yet." Fan Yin told Le Yang, "your current magnetic field controlled the opponent's action, but the opponent didn't seem to have the means of long-distance attack, and now the game is still going on."

"OK, I see." Yue Yang nodded, but his tone was not so confident. After all, in his opinion, he is still on the ancient battlefield.

"Can you still make storms?" Fan Yin asked him.

"No, I can't," LeYang replied immediately. "I don't know the direction at all. It's easy to hurt the audience or blow out my candle by mistake."

"Don't worry, don't worry," fan Yin comforted Le Yang and spread his palm. "I'll help you contact the headquarters. The headquarters will have a way."

At the time of their discussion, the headquarters of the Academy of special sciences had learned about the situation of the scene through live broadcast. Now they are working out emergency countermeasures to deal with magic and hypnosis. They have countless aversions, such as using thermal or infrared devices to temporarily replace human vision, or using sonar systems to restore the surrounding environment, but these technologies rely on equipment He didn't give it to LeYang.

The equipment that fan Yin and Le Yang carry is aimed at Feng Shui masters, and magic is not the field that feng shui masters are good at, so they are not prepared to give the equipment for magic to them. But if the equipment is airlifted now, it will be regarded as off-site assistance, and the violation will be directly punished. They have to find a way not to be noticed to help LeYang win.

"Let fan Yin in the audience use long-range attack equipment to kill the dwarf It was suggested.

"You can't kill people," someone immediately objected, "and you will be punished!"

"How about letting fan Yin put out those candles?" Someone asked.

"I think it's feasible. As long as it's done well enough, no one can tell who did it." There was a response.

The people of the Academy don't mind using despicable means to win, they only value the results, and the laws, rules and morals for ordinary people have no binding force on them. They are geniuses, and there is no doubt that they are real lunatics.

"Fan Yin," someone contacted fan Yin in the audience through a messenger, "try to help him finish his task, and don't be found out."

"Yes." Fan Yin from the audience answered.

"How's it going?" Yang Yue asked anxiously. He couldn't hear the conversation between the researchers at the Academy.

"Don't worry about Yang." Fan Yin comforts Yang Yue. With that, he showed his wrist.

"I'm going to make a storm. You should cooperate with me." Fan Yin communicates with LeYang in the hall through the communication device in the earlobe.

At the same time, xiuwudao in the hall finally took the first step.

He has tried many times before, but as long as he moves in this hall, even if it's just a shallow step, there will be electric feedback immediately. After many attempts, xiuwudao found a solution.

That is to withstand the current!

This is a choice that other people will not make at all, because the current will increase with the increase of the distance. Generally speaking, ordinary people will reach the limit of their body after exercising more than five meters, and they may have incontinence or fainting.

If you continue to increase the distance, the current will scorch the body. Of course, if there is a Dharma suit like the fire swallowing boa robe to protect Wudao, it's another matter.

He chose to bear the more and more powerful current with his body. It's a choice that only a madman can make.But the only one who can defeat a madman is another madman!

The blue electric light was beating on the body of the monk, and soon there was a smell of burning on his skin. But xiuwudao liked the taste very much, because it smelled like barbecue.

It's just your own meat.

The taste is changing slowly. With the step by step of cultivating Wudao, the paste taste is getting heavier and heavier.

At this time, the strong wind in the hall suddenly rises, just like the scene of Yueyang duel, the strong wind envelops the center of the hall.

Last time, it was this wind that blew out the candle.

Xiuwudao's eyes suddenly become manic, which is not right. Few people who are controlled by his magic can escape.

but the hall as like as two peas in the hall, raised the arm, just like the scene before.

It's impossible! Manic, xiuwudao suddenly opened his mouth and made a terrible roar.

With this roar, in the world of LeYang, thousands of troops suddenly retreat, he returned to the hall.

"What's the matter?" LeYang looked around blankly, like a dream, nothing changed.

"No way." The dwarf in the distance arched his hand to LeYang, and then walked to the altar.

The game is back to the beginning. Yueyang suddenly turns back and looks at the audience. Fan Yin in the audience is looking forward to him. Seeing that Yueyang looks at himself, he nods his head in encouragement.

Time is really back to the starting point.

"I'm in Yueyang." LeYang also arched his hand toward xiuwudao, and then he also walked toward his altar.

"LeYang, what are you doing?" There was an anxious voice from the earlobe, "you are in my way. Go back quickly. Don't let my storm hurt me by mistake!"

Yue Yang looks at the audience in surprise again. Fan Yin is still sitting there, smiling and nodding to Yue Yang.

"Don't go any further, you're going to get out of the field!" In the earlobe, fan Yin's voice rang out again. As a last resort, fan Yin has stopped the storm.

What's going on?

Le Yang stops at a loss. Is it me who has hallucinations? Or do I see hallucinations?