Chapter Eighty-Five: A Bit Shameless

Tang Chan had a cheap look on his face, his mouth was like smearing honey, and the woman listened very much, and at this moment, Tang Chan, who was saluting with both hands, suddenly threw something out of his sleeve and smashed it directly at the top of the woman's head, and then pinched the Dharma seal in his hand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although the woman seemed to be careless, she was actually very vigilant, and when Tang Chan threw out the object, the corners of her mouth were already smiling, and she was laughing at the fat man's inadequacy and playing this sneak attack trick with herself.

The woman didn't care about Tang Chan's sneak attack at all, she flicked her sleeves and a strong spiritual power swept out, ready to directly shake the attacking spiritual weapon away, and at this time she also saw clearly what Tang Chan threw out, it turned out to be a scroll.

It was a small black scroll, there was a trace of spiritual power fluctuation on the surface, and in the blink of an eye, it was only a few feet away from the woman, and at this time, the spiritual power she swung out was about to shoot down the scroll in the blink of an eye, and at this moment, the surface of the scroll was full of light, and then it burst open, and then formed a white light curtain that trapped the woman in it.

Tang Chan let out a long breath and sat on the ground, and then said to himself in the light curtain: "Fortunately, I am extremely witty, I am really a genius." ”

"You dead fatty, I can't spare you when I go out. ”

The woman in the light curtain was furious, and a series of loud noises accompanied by insults came from the white light curtain, and the entire light curtain suddenly trembled, as if it was about to break in the next moment.

Tang Chan didn't care when he heard the other party's scolding, and he picked up a sentence or two from time to time, but as the noise inside became louder and louder, Tang Chan couldn't sit still, he stood up and took out another scroll from his arms, and after the magic trick of his hands changed continuously, he threw it above the light curtain where the woman was, and activated the scroll again.

There was a muffled sound, this time it was a huge net formed by a filament of light outside the white light curtain, wrapping it in clusters, and after a while, the white light curtain was broken, and the woman's figure reappeared.

But then she saw Tang Chan's actions, and became even more crazy, only to see that the fat man was taking out one scroll after another from his arms and cuffs, placing them side by side in front of her, and smiling at the light net.

In an attic not far from the Star Picking Tower, the three cultivators who were in charge of supervising the Spirit Source Grand Gathering looked at each other a little at this time, they looked at the room where Tang Chan was located in the stone mirror in front of them, and they were very surprised to take out so many finished formation scrolls at one time.

A white-bearded old man couldn't help but ask the two people on the side: "This little fat man's surname is Tang, is it the descendant of the Tang family?"

"I think it must be right, except for that Tang family, let's ask who in the world can be such a loser!" Another middle-aged man looked at the fat man in the stone mirror with some heartache and said, he saw with his own eyes that the fat boy had already activated six fourth-level formation scrolls in a row.

"It's no wonder, since he is from the Tang family, I won't be surprised if I take out more scrolls, alas, it's good to be rich!" said the white-bearded old man with a sigh as he stroked his beard.

A stick of incense passed in a blink of an eye, and dozens of cultivators walked out from the Star Picking Tower, and many famous teenagers all passed the first stage, but the most touching and surprising of them were two people, Kaitian and Tang Chan.

There were no scars on these two people's bodies, even their clothes were extremely neat, and there was no trace of fatigue on their faces, as if they had never entered the Star Picking Tower.