As soon as his words came out, it immediately caused a commotion. Many masters also reacted at this time and looked at the people on the stage with unkind eyes.
When the man saw such a change, he suddenly panicked. Under the cool central air-conditioning, sweat fell on his forehead. It could be seen that the man's mental quality was not strong.
Seeing that the situation was not good at this time, Master Liao quickly stood up and said: "Everyone, please be patient. As we all know, this evil spirit is invisible and will be generated in crowded places. Although there are 'Ten Masters' sitting there. , but it is inevitable that there will be newly generated evil spirits permeating the air, so it is not surprising that Fellow Daoist Pei was able to use his true energy to force it to appear."
After listening to his forced explanation, everyone slowly calmed down at this time, and even the old man who had scolded him before was speechless. After all, this is how it is in their circle. You can fool and brag, but you must leave face for other colleagues. Everyone is lying, and no one will expose others, otherwise they will really fight to the death.
"Pei Banxian" saw Liao Zhenren helping him to get out of trouble, quietly wiped the cold sweat on his face, and then continued the performance just now.
"Qian is the sky, Kun is the earth, thunder is like the eight pure elements, and the Sunda wind can eliminate evil spirits! Urgency is like a law! Stop it!"
He held the Bagua compass in his palm, connected the dots on it with his other hand, and then shouted loudly, startling several guests nearby.
As he said the word "collect", the faint white mist around him began to slowly move towards the giant dragon on the Bagua Pan in his hand. Although the speed is very slow and there is little visibility, if you observe carefully, you can still see something.
"What is going on? What is he doing?"
"Maybe he's absorbing the mist, right? There's something weird in his hand..."
"Really? But why do I feel like he is playing tricks on us... That Bagua Compass should be an air filter. I seem to hear the sound of the machine running."
"No, be more confident and get rid of your feelings. He is just playing tricks on us..."
"Then shall we expose him?"
"Uh... forget it, let's follow the rules, see through it without telling it, let's do it together, master..."
"..."
When Zhang Xiaoman saw what the man on the stage was doing, he felt familiar. Why did it look so much like the spirit-absorbing technique he had demonstrated at Su Fu's house? It's just that some of the people imitating it are too unprofessional and full of loopholes.
Many masters who had participated in the parasitic spirit incident were a little dumbfounded at this time. They all stood up at this moment, wanting to see the man's appearance more clearly in order to distinguish him from the person they saw before. Obviously, they also began to doubt whether the so-called "Pei Banxian" was himself.
On the other side, on a large table not far from the center stage, a sturdy middle-aged man was looking at the scene in front of him with a gloomy face.
When he saw "Pei Banxian" driving the modified Bagua tray everywhere to absorb the smoke, he slapped the teacup in his hand on the table and said angrily: "Who is this person? He is Do you think we are all fools? How did you let such a person in!?"
On one side, the assistant in black quickly winked at a staff member. The latter quickly stepped forward and said, "I remember this name. The conference invited a very famous Pei Banxian this time. It was provided to the second group. However, many masters from Jiangnan later said that Pei Banxian was fake. After comparing the information, the organizer found that there was indeed a mistake. They should just have the same name."
"What's going on with this guy on the stage?"
The staff member wiped the sweat from his head and said: "This person on the stage...maybe...should be the real Master Pei. After all, according to the monks in the Jiangnan area, Master Pei is not very old. Only about twenty-five years old..."
"That's nonsense!" The strong man slapped the table and said, "How could you not even know the identity and details of the person before you invited them here? If a cat or a dog can come on stage and show off, how can this National Monastic Conference still be held? What kind of credibility is there!?”
As he spoke, his already pale face turned uglier, and he couldn't help but let out a series of coughs.
"Boss, please pay attention to your health. Why don't we go back early? The doctor said it's not advisable to work too hard..." the assistant beside him said quickly.
"It's okay, I'm still strong, don't worry." The man drank a cup of tea, waved his hand and said, "By the way, is Mr. Ye Cang here?"
The assistant said: "The Ye family has been notified, and the old man will be here soon."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
The man nodded, but the expression on his face was a bit painful. He could feel that he might not be able to hold on for much longer.
The man's name is Qin Yan, and he is the largest investor in this monastic conference. He once started his career in some gray industries that wandered on the edge of the law. After successfully making money, he switched to investing.
Because I usually believe in legends about ghosts and gods, and I saw a gap in this area of the country, I decided to invest money, and this is how the annual National Monastic Conference was established.
This monastic conference is not so much a place for masters to discuss, but rather a large-scale exchange exhibition. They took this opportunity to invite celebrities from all walks of life to participate, and also set up auction houses, stone gambling, and antique profiteering institutions. The income from this day alone was a terrifying figure.
However, something unexpected happened at this year's conference. Before Qin Yan came, he got bad news. His younger brother, who he had depended on since childhood, fell ill while traveling to Qionghua City, and the hospital could not find any evidence of any illness at all. The problem is that the patient remains unconscious and his vital signs continue to decline.
As a last resort, Qin Yan could only rush back to take care of his younger brother, so he postponed the monastic exchange meeting. After all, there were some important guests who needed him, the host, to be present in person.
But what made him despair was that, despite inviting several nationally renowned experts for diagnosis and treatment, his brother's condition still did not improve at all, and a frightening thing even happened in the end.
A human face actually grew on my brother’s belly!
Qin Yan could see clearly that the face was exactly the same as his younger brother! This made him, who had always believed in ghosts and gods, immediately think of something.
"This is retribution! This is retribution!"
Qin Yan scratched his hair hard, his eyes bloodshot.
My brother is dead.
And now...
It was his turn.
PS: The protagonist is about to collide head-on with the first BOSS with the ability to destroy groups.
