After glancing at Zhu Mao lightly, Luo Yan took a step forward without saying a word and put his hand on the hilt of the 'Dragon Elephant' sword.
The sword has not been unsheathed, and the power has not been released.
Zhu Mao's heart skipped a beat, feeling inexplicably dangerous.
But until he stood up just now, in his perception, Murong Xuan was much more dangerous than Luo Yan, a young man with black hair and red eyes.
But why is it the other way around now?
Could it be that.
This red-eyed young man is actually in the Tongxuan realm?
I heard that the strong men in the Tongxuan Realm have their auras reduced to almost nothingness. If they don't take action, they will be no different from ordinary people.
Could it be that this red-eyed young man is actually in the Tongxuan realm?
This is impossible!
Just then.
Murong Xuan said: "Luo Yan, leave it to me and you go to the laboratory."
Luo Yan glanced at him and nodded.
Zhu Mao saw the young man with red eyes opening and closing his lips, as if he said something to his companion, and then walked over without looking away.
The security director suddenly felt confused.
Do you want to take action?
Or maybe he was just bluffing.
But what if there's a thunderstorm?
Forget it, I'm just doing a part-time job, there's no need to risk my life.
Besides, there is Mr. Fang in the laboratory. He is in the Tongxuan realm, and he is there to keep everything safe.
To put it bluntly, if even the landlord is in trouble, then it will be understandable that I can't stop people.
Just do it!
Zhu Mao made up his mind, turned a blind eye to Luo Yan, let him pass by, and left the lounge.
When the door closed, Zhu Mao breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't explain why he was like this, but he always felt that it was wise not to conflict with the red-eyed young man.
"You're so lucky."
Murong Xuan showed a sunny smile: "You were about to take action just now, which saved me a lot of effort."
"You have to know that even though I told him to leave you to me."
"That's because I have to get some results, otherwise the superiors will think I'm just messing around. What if I get fired?"
"But if you take action yourself and let my companion be killed, then you have nothing to do with me."
"After all, I took the initiative to ask for help, but you didn't give me a chance. It's not my fault, don't you think so?"
"It's a pity that you are very cautious. You know, if you were to take action just now, there would be a good show."
"Even though my companion is young, he is in the Tongxuan realm and is very powerful."
While chattering, Murong Xuan had already used a brush to draw a picture of a tiger descending from the mountain in the void.
Just touch the tiger's eyes with the brush, and the tiger immediately comes to life. It jumps from the air to the ground, acquires texture and volume, and roars when it raises its head.
Zhu Mao's pupils shrank slightly: "Your way of hiding your divine ability is quite wild."
"well enough."
As Murong Xuan smiled, he moved his brush and started painting.
The tiger roared and rushed towards Zhu Mao. The latter's eyes did not change, he raised his hands and suddenly slapped him hard.
Snapped!
Crisp applause sounded.
From in front of Zhu Mao's palms, the air vibrated, showing translucent traces visible to the naked eye.
All the glass products in the room suddenly shattered.
When the concussive ripples spread across the tiger painted by Murong Xuan, the tiger that could not be hit by bullets appeared to be folded like a rubbed paper painting.
Then it exploded with a 'wave' and exploded into pieces.
Murong Xuan's eyes flashed, and at this moment, a picture of a poisonous snake coming out of its hole was drawn.
In the same way, when the brush was touched on the eye of the poisonous snake, the poisonous snake came to life, took on a body shape, fell to the ground, and swam towards Zhu Mao quickly.
Zhu Mao raised his hand this time, stretched out an index finger, pointed at the poisonous snake swimming quickly, and said: "Bang!"
He simulated the sound of a gunshot, and the venomous snake seemed to have been hit by a pistol. The whole snake bounced up, its head exploded, and when it fell to the ground, its form began to dissipate.
Zhu Mao raised his hand at this time, pointed at Murong Xuan, and gunshots came out of his mouth again.
"boom!"
But Murong Xuan had already rolled to the ground and hid behind a pillar. Where he had been standing just now, a vase suddenly shattered.
"It seems like you know exactly what I'm capable of."
"Strange, do you know me?"
"I guess we haven't met before, right?"
Zhu Mao walked towards the pillar, but did not get close. He just walked around behind the pillar.
Murong Xuan also moved accordingly. As he moved, his brush painted rapidly in the air, and his mouth was not idle.
"Of course I don't know you."
"But you're right, I know your abilities very well."
"Your divine ability is related to sound."
"Whether it's simulating gunshots or creating applause, it can be an attack."
"This is what my companion said. He has seen through you a long time ago."
Zhu Mao's expression changed because Murong Xuan was right.
At this time, he recalled what the red-eyed young man had said to Murong Xuan, and it turned out that he had revealed his ability.
How did he do it?
"So what if I know."
"It seems that your paintings are very ordinary."
"There's no other way, I'm going to kill you."
Just finished.
Zhu Mao suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Then I saw a cold glow suddenly appear behind the pillar.
That bit of cold light came through the air, and it turned out to be the tip of a spear.
The tip of the gun rubbed violently with the air, causing a cold light to spread.
The spear is like a silver dragon, but a bit of cold light arrives first.
Zhu Mao's heart suddenly rose to his throat. Without it, just because of one shot, it was so arrogant!
A scream came from Zhu Mao's mouth.
The sound was sharp and harsh, like the tip of a needle hitting the gun.
when!
The ripples visible to the naked eye spread, and cracks appeared on nearby sofas, cabinets, potted plants, lamps, etc.
Zhu Mao's expression changed, and he flew up, across the hall, hit the wall, and then bounced back to the ground.
He vomited blood and saw stars in his eyes. He looked up again and saw that the one who shot him away was a general in silver armor.
The man looks like he is walking out of a painting. He is eight feet long, has a broad face, broad eyes, and square lips.
He wears a cirrus phoenix-winged crown, silver fish-scale armor, tiger-headed silver shoes on his feet, and a bright silver-white tassel gun in his hand.
Heroic, dashing and majestic.
Then he saw Murong Xuan walking out from behind the pillar, spinning the brush in his hand and saying with a smile.
"I'm better at painting people than I am at painting birds and animals."
"How is it? Is this Changshan warrior doing well?"
"You shouldn't be disappointed."
Zhu Mao got up, holding his chest and adjusting his breathing.
"It's just a painting, not a real person. I'm so scared!"
he said viciously.
At this time, the silver light flashed, but it was the silver-armored general who dragged his gun over. Looking at the flying and stern heroic figure, he looked nothing like the man in the painting.
It's like the ancients resurrected and returned to the world.
Soon enough, the silver armor jumped up with the spear in his hand, and it immediately turned into a brilliant stream of silver.
The power of the spear is as strong as a dragon, the spirit of the spear is free and easy, and the Tao is full of eternity!
