Breaking the cocoon is not up to the level of a high-level magician, and does not know the art of attacking. The only thing he can protect himself at the moment is the internal force in his body.

If the other party uses hypnosis, it may be possible to break the cocoon. However, the other party used a much more advanced control technique than hypnosis.

This is a kind of cocoon breaking that has not yet been seen in the "Magic Ten Thousand Methods Analysis".

"Multi-urgency blunt sensory control technique"!

This technique is not a real technique, but it is barely a special function. The characteristic of this technique is that it can be used wherever there is light.

Now there is a lot of light on the streets, dim or bright or colorful.

And a light starlight.

The cocooned hands are close to the legs, like a military posture.

On his body, there were several circles of faint light wrapped around him.

The cocoon's mind is still clear, and his vision is still bright. He knew he wasn't hypnotized, he was just controlled, and only his hands and feet were controlled.

Internal force is like a breath held in the heart, and you can't spit it out, which is very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a scolding sounded, which was equally clear in the originally noisy night market.

"Immortal, day, you immortal banban, what are you pretending to be in front of Lao Tzu, bare your beard, see how you pretend. ”

"Immortal, day, you immortal banban, what are you pretending to be in front of Lao Tzu, bare your beard, see how you pretend. ”

The first sentence was scolded by Dabao.

The second sentence was followed by Lu Qiang.

At this time, he broke the cocoon and found that Dabao and Lu Qiang were also tied hand and foot like himself.

Dabao struggled constantly, his expression very helpless.

Lu Qiang also struggled, his expression still sluggish.

Breaking the cocoon felt strange, is Dabao from Sichuan?

It seems that this sentence is a little familiar.

"Your mother's eighteen dragon descending palms are always there. ”

"Your mother's eighteen dragon descending palms are always there. ”

Yes, that's what the few people who killed Matt just now and scolded that Taoist.

"Nine Yin White Bone Claws are also fine......"

Dabao is still small, I don't know where it came from, it seems that I don't know how to scold people at all, so I can only use scolding.

There were many pedestrians on the street, and when they heard Dabao's scolding, they all looked over here. When they saw the three people here, they all came around with smiles.

"Look at it, performance art. ”

"No, it seems to be a mime. ”

"Idiot, have you ever seen someone speak in a mime?"

The onlookers looked at each other with ridicule, disdain, or disdain.

Hunter Fifteen, mixed in the crowd, also walked over, looking at the broken cocoon, with pity. If he hadn't controlled the cocoon, Hunter Fifteen wouldn't have been so close to him.

A high-level magician, known for his special abilities or small illusions or hypnosis, and rarely fights people in close combat. Therefore, you will definitely keep a relatively safe distance from your opponent and basically will not approach your opponent.

He knows that as a chess piece, Breaker has innate talents, such as strength, such as speed.

But he didn't know the extent of the cocoon's internal force, and he shouldn't have observed the cocoon up close.

However, he believed that he could definitely control this man.

Because, he is a high-level magician!

He felt strange that in the face of so many onlookers and ridicule, this chess piece still behaved very calmly.

Looking at each other's faces, the expression on their faces is like a zombie face after a failed plastic surgery, and there is no expression.

Looking at the other party's eyes looking at him, he finally saw a trace of fluctuation.

That should be a fluctuation of anger.

So, Hunter Fifteen smiled.

The laughter was small, just like the crowd around him.

It's just that the smile is very arrogant, and the expression in the shadow is also very proud. Because he saw a man who was powerless in the face of the strong and full of poignant anger.

This person is their target this time, the guy known as the Heavenly Scar!

A legend who has the potential to grow into a great magician in the future!

A big character who needs to be eliminated by the team of "Demon Hunters"!

But now, he is being easily toyed with in the palm of his hand, like an ant on the ground, pinching to death whenever he wants.

It's such a feeling!

But why can't we kill him now? Why make such a simple thing so complicated?

Isn't the existence of our "Demon Hunter" just to kill this Heavenly Demon Lonely Star as its own responsibility?

What a pity, what a great opportunity! What an excite, what a weak sheep!

Because of an irrepressible feeling in his heart, Hunter Fifteen squeezed a step forward, stood in the circle, and looked down at the three little ants in a superior attitude.

"Dad, hit him, day, he's a fairy. Beat him, Dad, he slaps eighteen times. After struggling for too long, Dabao was a little tired, panting and with tears in his eyes.

The way he cursed brought more laughter!

He is only six years old, even if he does not know where he came from, even if it is the product of a "program", he is still a living person, and he has never seen so much ridicule, ridicule, and indifferent eyes.

His chest rose and fell violently, and the exhaled air became very thick in the light, like the smoke exhaled by Hunter Fifteen.

Lu Qiang looked at Dabao, whose face was red because of anxiety, anger but helplessness, his dull face became distorted, and then looked at Hunter Fifteen, who had a look of pity for the three of them, and the range of twists became larger.

"Hey, you kid still dare to curse?" Hunt Fifteen walked out of the crowd, his right hand still drooping and slightly open.

The waist is slightly bent, so you can look at Dabao better, and there is a smile of appreciation on your face.

"Slap", a slap hit Dabao in the face.

Dabao's face is very ruddy, and because of the cold, it is even more ruddy.

The slap on his face sent five clear white marks that quickly disappeared.

Hunting Fifteen's ears used a lot of force.

The spectators froze, and the laughter gradually stopped.

They can laugh at these three "performance artists", they can despise this "performance art", and of course the other party can also despise this ridicule or use foul language, and they can accept it.

But even if you don't like other people's art, you can laugh at or despise them as much as we do, but what's the point of hitting someone?

And it's such a small child.

"Hey, how can you beat someone? A strong man did not come out and shouted in the crowd.

"Yes, yes, what kind of people are they, bullying children. ”

Hunter Fifteen slowly straightened his waist, turned around slowly, and looked at the places where he had just spoken with a friendly smile.

The smile is very kind, if it weren't for the slap just now, everyone would feel warm to see such a smile in such weather.

But because of that slap, those who met his gaze felt a chill coming out of the soles of their feet, which penetrated their hearts.