Fighting is a contest of courage and accumulation, when there is really a point of strength, use a point of strength, compared to non-magic battles, many times it becomes a chaotic battle like Wang Baquan, but it is not beautiful at all.

Wang Jian has seen the style of the young master Mu Di Khan, but I am afraid that he has never worked in his life, and he has never fought with anyone, even if he fights, who would dare to hurt such an arrogant young master?

Therefore, Wang Jian held the camera to his chest very contemptuously, and helped him take a few very angry close-ups according to what Tang Dadao said before.

Mudi Khan's side did not seem to react.

This is natural, Wang Jian thought about it, will he find a way to appease him later, although he doesn't care, but he is willing to pay to feed so many big-bellied people in the school, it is not easy to find, although Wang Jian himself does not care about such a appetite, but in line with the cunning and steadiness of an office director, everyone understands the truth of being a man and leaving a line, and seeing each other in the future.

Still, it didn't seem like he needed to remind him of anything.

The young master of Mudi Khan slowly stood up, and followed, his servants seemed to appear quietly, bowed their heads and silently gathered around, and then, surrounded by them, Mu Di Khan walked to an open space in the hall.

I don't know where the sound of the carol came from, and the singing was naturally a difficult and difficult national song, and no one present could understand it, but it seemed to be very solemn and melodious, and it felt gloomy.

Mudi Khan stood in the middle, his eyes closed and his head held high, his arms raised, a look of devotion bathed in the sun.

And several of Mudi Khan's servants, eight men, surrounded him, bowed their heads to the ground, did not dare to lift up, and seemed to tremble all over.

Tang Dadao felt very boring and laughed, we are waiting for you to fight here, but you are here to engage in religious ceremonies, and you are a little more serious.

Jiang Xiaozhuo muttered: "Are Indians so turtle hair, the old men will fight when they fight." ”

Long Yifei was on the side and helped her explain: "It is very different from us, or different from the whole world, the magic system of the Indians is self-contained, and they have some of their own habits, although they don't know much about it, but the stones of other mountains can be used to attack jade, and it doesn't hurt to take a look." ”

Wang Jian smiled: "If this is a fight, you must engage in such a set of gods and gods, I would rather ......"

Wang Jian's face suddenly changed, something was wrong!

The servants around the Mudi Khan were all very ordinary, with white servant clothes, short hair, black skin, different faces from the countrymen, slightly rougher, and it was even difficult to distinguish the difference between them.

But now they are lying on the ground, but they are shaking and in pain.

Wang Jian didn't understand, and the servants gradually lay there motionless, as if in great pain.

By the time Mudi Khan stepped forward and walked out, the servants were no longer able to maintain a kneeling position, but were lying there, and the whole person was in prostration, and even if there were those who were still open, their eyes were blank, and they seemed to be unable to stand up by their own strength.

Wang Jian stood up suddenly, what was the matter with their physical strength? At this time, the music stopped, and Mudi Khan slowly walked to the ring, Singh led on the side, and almost no one paid attention to the servants.

Tang Dadao looked impatient, and said: "What are you waiting for, I can tell you, don't expect me to show mercy at my feet, the full combat power of this young master has not yet been beaten." ”

"Big knife, come down, let's not fight him!"

Wang Jian jumped out of his seat at this time, squatted beside the servants, observed the situation, and shouted anxiously as soon as he found out.

Tang Dadao heard it, but he waved his hand indifferently and said, "Wait until I get this guy done!"

Wang Jian knew that he couldn't delay.

At this time, Mu Di Khan's situation was unknown, but although the eight servants on this ground, although their breath was quite stable, they didn't look like they were going to die, but what Wang Jian was shocked to find was that their mana had basically disappeared.

This kind of thing can still be known by observation, but where did all that mana go?

That's very wrong!

Eight people, praying to one person, followed by eight people's mana is basically lost, so where does the lost mana go?

Wang Jian's eyes widened at this time and looked at Mu Di Khan.

In terms of bloodline, Mudi Khan is probably the skin color and bloodline of the so-called high-ranking nobles of India, his eyebrows and eyes are very thick, he never seems to communicate with people, and suddenly appeared in Suzaku in the name of pursuing Long Yifei, and opened this fight club with a huge amount of money.

According to legend, this man almost never communicates and speaks to people, and he is so cold.

Thanks to the presence of stewards and servants, otherwise, no one would have taken care of you when you were thirsty or hungry.

But the way he looked at Tang Dadao's eyes was very different, it wasn't the hatred of the man who saw him robbing a girl, and there was no tyranny of you being killed by an ant, not only that, should I say nothing.

If it was in the past, this kind of high-cold outfit was often beaten violently, but now, he found another uneasiness.

At this time, there were a lot of Indians in the hall, including those servants and women performing, Wang Jian probably knew that these people were very respectful of Mudi Khan as a god, and when he introduced his identity before, he also deliberately used Chinese to explain, of course, although Wang Jian heard it before, he did not go to his heart, and introduced a lot of words, but he was touting a certain Indian god, and finally pointed out his identity: "...... In the agents of this world, the synonym of kindness, wisdom, and bravery......"

Is there really a god, if there is really a god in this world, it is very normal for an agent to pretend to be forced.

What disturbed him the most was the expressions of the servants and attachés.

But in Tang Dadao, he heard about countless times when this young master appeared occasionally, how he was served and didn't even have to hold the cup himself, when he went out, there was a carpet under his feet, a parasol on his head, anyway, he had the ability to open a hanging and serve people beyond human imagination, all of them.

Compared with people with some backgrounds like Jiang Xiaozhuo or Zhou Fei or Tang Dadao, who are self-reliant and wandering around alone, the bodyguards around him are almost synonymous with burdens and monitors, so they naturally don't like it very much.

He knew that there had once been a servant beside Mudi Khan, who knelt there in a panic because he had broken a cup, and the butler seemed to be very angry and punished him.

But why, at this time, those servants are all looking like the young master is going to fight with people, and he will definitely win a big victory.

You must know that Tang Dadao is flexible, has big shoulders and a round waist, and can stand up even if he takes a few hits, which is the opponent that pure spellcasters are most unwilling to face when their mana is insufficient and their spell skills are very low.

Looking at the figure of Mu Di Khan, he doesn't look like Tang Dadao's tallness, and he doesn't look like a physical artist.