The wind swept through Yin Bing's cheeks, bringing a fresh smell of bamboo leaves, as gentle as a lover's hand. Not far away, there is a stream dingdong, a few children wearing red belly pockets are playing by the stream, bursts of laughter, on the other side of the stream there is a person wearing a straw hat fishing, a good picture of spring and scenery, leisurely and beautiful.

Yin Bing walked towards the place where the children were playing, this time he wanted to see what other tricks they had, this time it should be that as soon as he grabbed the children, the stream would be flooded with monstrous waves!

It's all an illusion anyway, and I can break all illusions as long as I don't move. Yin Bing thought so, and walked to the group of children. This time he was not polite at all, and grabbed a child by the arm and lifted him up, so that the child was face to face with himself.

Everything was as Yin Bing expected, the little chubby child like a porcelain doll quickly turned into a ghost doll with a blue face after making eye contact with him.

This time Yin Bing was not afraid, he put down the ghost doll that wanted to open his mouth to bite him, and looked around to see what had changed. But there was no tsunami in the mountains he imagined, the sky was falling apart, everything was as usual, but a layer of white mist gradually rose in the forest, and the figures became blurred.

Yin Bing sneered, "That's all you can do?!, let the horse come over if there's anything else!"

"Whew"! Yin Bing heard the wind behind his ears, he instinctively lowered his head to dodge, and the strong wind flew over his scalp.

Yin Bing wanted to see what was attacking him, but before he could see it clearly, countless things came straight to his door with the sound of the wind.

There was no way, Yin Bing had to turn over and roll on the ground, dodging this wave of attacks. Yin Bing could clearly see countless bamboo leaves on the ground. The strange thing is that there is no one around Yin Bing, but those bamboo leaves are like ghosts, like shadows, and they do not leave Yin Bing's vital point every step.

Suddenly, Yin Bing rolled forward again and dodged a sneak attack from the back of the head, and this time he saw that it was actually a fishhook that attacked him. Following the line, he finally found the man who had attacked him, the man who had been sitting by the stream and fishing.

Yin Bing pulled the corners of his mouth and sneered: "Pretend to be a ghost!"

According to what Lingtong told him, he also had the power of fantasy in this illusion, and now he stretched out his hands in front of him, and at the same time tried to imagine that he was holding a long sword in his hand, and in the next moment, Yin Bing really held a long sword with a simple style in his hand.

Yin Bing glanced at his long sword in some surprise, and then raised his sword to cut off the fishing line.

The man on the other side was not surprised, and he waved the fishing rod in his hand and rushed over. Yin Bing knew that this was an illusion, but he also wanted to see how the other party's martial arts were, so he just wanted to try the results of his special training.

He didn't hide or let him go up, and in an instant, the two of them had more than ten moves, and Yin Bing felt that the two of them were playing chess against each other, and they were equal. Yin Bing suddenly started to accelerate, everything around him stopped, even the wind stopped blowing, only Yin Bing was left, he raised his sword to split Huashan, because it was an illusion, he also had no psychological burden, and planned to settle the situation with a sword.

Suddenly, the fisherman on the opposite side also moved, also moving like a swift wind, the same as Yin Bing's speed, he easily dodged Yin Bing's wide open and closed swordsmanship, jumped out of Yin Bing's attack range, and threw Yin Bing's fishing rod.

Yin Bing saw that there was no way to avoid it, so he closed his eyes, planning to break the illusion. As long as he could recognize that all of this was fake, that attack would naturally not hurt him.

Just as he gave up resistance and closed his eyes, the voice of the spirit pupil suddenly appeared in his mind, "Get down!

Yin Bing's reaction was very fast, and when he heard this, he immediately snapped without grace, stuck himself to the ground, and the fisherman's fishing rod swept over.

Yin Bing asked Lingtong on the ground: "What's the situation this time, why did it come out again?"

"Most of what you see now is a fantasy, but this old man is real!"

"Old man, what I'm seeing now is a middle-aged fisherman?"

"Illusion!"

"Then this old man's kung fu is very powerful, I just used the acceleration to fight him, he is faster than me!"

"Heh, that paragraph is fake, I saw you in the air at the time, and only this one is real. ”

"Oh?" Yin Bing was a little surprised.

Now he is chatting with Lingtong, and his hands are not idle and still fighting with the fisherman, who will use the fishing rod as a spear for a while, and a long whip for a while, and the battle with Yin Bing is tied.

Lingtong said again: "Now it's just an illusion with you! But when you want to come out of the illusion, or if you are negligent, he will jump out and mend the knife!"

"Ahh

"Oh, listen to my command!" Ling Tong didn't say anything substantive for a long time, as if he was waiting for this sentence!

"Now you fight and retreat to your right rear at four o'clock!"

Yin Bing was completely reduced to the puppet of the Spirit Pupil, obeying the command of the Spirit Pupil without any discount.

"Okay, just stand here and don't move, you pretend to be casual and push your right hand to your side, and you'll hit a hard object, yes! stick shape, you pick it up and use it as a weapon!"

"Oh, boss, let me ask, what is this thing I am holding in reality?"

"Dunbu!"

“…… , you asked me to give up the Aotian Sword in my hand, just to carry a cloth?"

"Hehe, you still give it a name? Your Aotian Sword is an air, and people have knives in their hands!"

Yin Bing was taken aback when he heard this, "Boss, I didn't say it just now, what is your next order?" Are you sure that my dun cloth will have a chance of winning against his knife?"

"I want you to have a good chance of winning, but there's nothing else in this room. Okay! You fight back now, to the left, at ten o'clock, all the way to that side, don't retreat! It's okay, that illusion can't hurt you!"

"Go, go, let's go, okay! Pick up your Aotian Dun cloth and smash it in front of you with all your might, jump up and smash it, and the starting point is higher!"

Yin Bing couldn't see the real scene, he jumped high, picked up the dun cloth and pressed down vigorously, thinking that he would face a sharp knife, but he felt that he had touched a hard object in the air, and he slashed all the way.

Then Yin Bing's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but close his eyes slightly, but in his consciousness, he heard the spirit pupil shouting: "Push the dun cloth forward and push it out!"

Yin Bing closed his eyes, pushed forward the dun cloth as he said, and heard a sound in his ears: "Oops!", followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Yin Bing opened his eyes and adapted to the darkness, he saw that he was still standing in the living room, all the illusions were gone, and there was a person on the ground in front of him, and there was a sharp knife at his side.

Yin Bing walked over, squatted down to look at the man's face, the first thing he saw was a head of gray hair, Yin Bing felt a little familiar, and pushed aside his body, Yin Bing couldn't help shouting: "Uncle Yu, why are you!"