the only savior

Chapter 128: Each Shows "Magical Powers"

Zhang Xiaoman's idea was pinched out the moment he was born, and the person who spoke was Pei Laoliu.

"Hey, it's hypnosis again. This guy has been doing this trick for so long. Last year, he was already in danger of keeping his No.10 position. This time, he's probably going to be knocked down."

"Hypnosis!?" Zhang Xiaoman looked at him in surprise.

Pei Laoliu glanced at his mouth and said, "Of course it's hypnosis! Otherwise, what do you think? Could it be that you really regarded him as a divine monk?"

Liu Ye said and poured himself a cup of tea. The tea was as green as leaves, and the tea was fragrant and fragrant. When people saw it, they wanted to drink it all in one gulp. Just smelling it could refresh the heart and spleen. What was served was a pot of top quality tea .

Pei Laoliu grabbed the cup, blew it twice, then swallowed it with his head up, smacked his lips, and spit out a small green leaf. He looked at the fat monk who had stepped down again, and said:
"Although this guy can only be the last one here, don't underestimate him. When he was young, he was very famous abroad. He was a first-class hypnotist at that time."

"Then why did he change his career to become a monk?"

"I heard that I was given green by my wife, and my child died unexpectedly, and I have been classified as a Buddhist since then... who knows, everyone has passed it like this anyway."

Zhang Xiaoman couldn't help being secretly surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect that this so-called cultivating exchange conference really had something, only the No.

Compared with them, Liu Ye's little bit of knowledge is probably not on the table here.

After the fat monk stepped down, the host first went up and praised his skills, and then introduced the next master.

The second person to come on stage was the owner of Fengxiang Villa, an old Taoist priest who was about the same age as Liu Ye.

This person is dressed in a gossip green robe and a purple dragon dragon crown on his head; he holds a seven-star dragon-slaying sword in his hand, and steps on the Big Dipper.As soon as Fang came to the stage, he shook the talisman paper in his hand, and saw that the yellow talisman had turned into a ball of flames while the flames were rising.

The Taoist wiped it on the sword in his hand, and the whole body of the sword was ignited with raging flames.

Turning the sword flower in this man's hand, he actually played a set of beautiful sword moves. In an instant, the stage was ablaze with flames, and the sword blared, and the scattered flames were as dazzling as sword energy. Shout out to you.

After the old Taoist waved the sword in his hand for a while, he suddenly shouted, "Take it!"

I don't know what method he used, but the fire on the sword suddenly disappeared, and it returned to its original appearance, pinned behind him.

"Huh~"

The old Taoist took a few breaths, then bowed to the surroundings, and said: "The move of the fire phoenix to the sun is a new skill of the poor Taoist. I just take this opportunity to share it with my colleagues. I'm laughing at you."

Pei Laoliu shook his head and said, "The performance of Zhuang Zhuang Liu this year is not good either. It seems that the top ten positions in this conference may change drastically."

Afterwards, under the introduction of the host, all the masters came to the stage one by one to show, there was a two-meter-tall, muscular Dharma-protecting monk;

Zhang Xiaoman could tell that these people were all the best in this industry, or even in other industries, and their unique skills made people amazed and applauded.

But one thing is certain is that although these guys are all playing well, Zhang Xiaoman can already be sure that they are all ordinary people.

I didn't see any real extraordinary means during the whole process. Although the abilities displayed by the few people were amazing, they were not beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

It's like watching a wonderful magic and acrobatic show, a bit like watching the finals of a talent show.

"Hey, did you see the 'King of Counting' who went down just now? He is about 10 years older than you. I heard that he has a Ph.D. , actually learned these fooling tricks from his grandfather. Tsk tsk, if it were my grandson, I would have to beat him to death."

Pei Laoliu routinely introduced information about the performers to Zhang Xiaoman.

"Oh? Then who is his grandfather?" Zhang Xiaoman asked.

Pei Laoliu pointed to the old man who was slowly walking towards the stage: "Here, it's him, the current head of Longmian Mountain, the old man Ye Cangye who has always been ranked first in the past."

Zhang Xiaoman turned his head and saw an old man walking slowly towards the stage.

Like Liu Ye, he was dressed in a simple long gown, and he didn't look as outstanding as the previous masters at all. On the contrary, he was ordinary and inconspicuous like a passerby, with a feeling of returning to basics.

Although the previous few people had different personalities, they were as flamboyant as the guardian monk, and as low-key as the fat monk.

But the "master style" that has become instinctive in their bones is the same, and it is difficult to hide.

But the old man in front of him gave people an ordinary feeling from the inside to the outside, as if he was really an irrelevant ordinary old man, without the slightest aura of a master.

When Zhang Xiaoman heard Pei Laoliu say his name, he actually murmured in his heart, because he was a little familiar with the name, he seemed to have seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Old Ye, slow down."

When the host saw the old man coming to the stage, he showed a rare expression of respect. Zhang Xiaoman could tell that the respect this guy showed this time was genuine.

The old man said something to him, the man's expression changed immediately when he heard it, he bent down slightly, ran off the stage in a hurry, and said to the assistant who handed him a towel: "Xiao Wang, help me quickly!" Make an appointment with the best liver disease specialist hospital in Lilac Flower City, and we will go there directly after the conference is over..."

Ye Cang had already sat down cross-legged on a futon at this time, he didn't prepare too many magic weapons when he came to the stage this time, he only brought an incense burner and a whisk.

The old man's movements were very gentle. He took out a box of matches from his pocket, and carefully took out one to light it.

Afterwards, he slowly put the burning match in his hand into the purple incense burner in his hand. He didn't know what to light again, but he just gently placed the incense burner on the ground in front of him, and then he closed his eyes and meditated with a wave of the fly whisk. stand up.

Then, time passed like this for quite a while, but the old man in the field was still sitting cross-legged, and there was no movement at all.

Zhang Xiaoman was quite looking forward to what kind of means this person was going to show, but he didn't expect to see any changes on the stage after waiting for a long time, so he immediately looked around inexplicably.

However, what surprised him was that all the people around looked at the old man on the stage silently, with a little expectation in their eyes, and even Liu Ye who was beside him held his breath at this moment, showing no signs of impatience.

"Huh? What's the matter? What's the situation?"

Looking at the appearance of everyone on the field, Zhang Xiaoman felt even more confused for a moment.

(End of this chapter)