did not let Yang Wenhua wait for three days.

The two monks left in the morning, and a bunch of foreign monks ran over in the afternoon, and I don't know if they came from Chang'an or from other places?

An old man with a high nose and deep eyes and a face full of curly hair found Yang Wenhua through Wei Zheng.

After the old man first gave a thousand taels of gold and a thousand catties of Uzi steel as an apology for this incident, he proposed a spell competition to Yang Wenhua.

The old man's accent was a little weird, so Yang Wenhua confirmed to Wei Zheng: "Did he really say that he wanted to compare spells with me?" ”

Seeing that Wei Zheng nodded helplessly, and after confirming that he had heard correctly, Yang Wenhua smiled, "Very good, how to compete, is it to open a posture to attack each other?" Ask how many of them there are, let's go together. ”

Hearing Yang Wenhua's request, the old man was startled, and quickly shook his head and said: "It's not like this, don't attack, it's just, it's just ~." ”

The more anxious the old man spoke, the more unfavorable he became, and finally looked at Wei Zheng helplessly, expecting Wei Zheng's explanation.

Wei Zheng smiled bitterly and explained to Yang Wenhua: "What the Pope means is that the disciples under him will cast spells, and then let Mr. Yang comment on one or two to see if Mr. Yang knows what's going on?" ”

"Yes, yes, that's it."

After listening to Wei Zheng's explanation, the old man of the Pope breathed a sigh of relief.

The children of the Zheng family, the destruction of nearly 10,000 people has only passed, and he is a small sect with hundreds of core disciples, where he dares to let Yang Wenhua attack.

Yang Wenhua looked at the sun outside and said, "It's not too late now, since you want Yang to see it, let's start immediately, I think you have been prepared for a long time, right?" ”

The old man nodded along with Yang Wenhua's words, and then quickly shook his head vigorously, indicating that there was no preparation, and there was no need to prepare, and the spells were just the ability of his own cultivation.

Yang Wenhua didn't bother to pay attention to him, and took the lead and walked out of the door.

Let people use wooden planks outside, spend a few minutes to build a high platform, and then move some chairs to let Kong Yingda, Cheng Yanjin, and Li Shaozhi, who came to hear the news, together with Yang Wenhua and Wei Zheng, as well as the old man of the Pope, after the six of them were seated.

Under the head of the old man of the Pope, a group of foreign monks began their spell performance.

First, a few people took some wooden shelves, then carried a large copper basin of oil and put it on the wooden frame, and put a brazier underneath.

After a while, a handsome foreign guy ran up and saluted Yang Wenhua and a few others, took a piece of raw meat, put it in the oil pan and fried it with his hands.

Looking at the waves and green smoke that rose from the copper basin because of the things entering, Kong Yingda was startled, and Cheng Yanjin also looked excited, "Straight lady thief, your hands are in the oil pot, this person can still keep his face unchanged, what a good man." ”

Glancing at the old man of the Pope with a smug face, Yang Wenhua said to Wei Zheng who looked helpless next to him: "This person's timing is quite good, why should Mr. Wei be frustrated?" ”

"It's not easy, since Mr. Yang has seen through it, why should he make any more mockery?"

"Hehe, Yang is just a little pity for a piece of good meat, it's too sour, it's hard to swallow."

Yang Wenhua snorted, and when he saw that the people on the stage wanted to remove the brazier oil pot at this time, he hurriedly stopped him in a loud voice: "Don't move, just put it there, and wait for the vinegar below to dry up, so that you can continue to fry the meat and eat it." ”

Yang Wenhua's words not only made several people performing on the high stage at a loss, but also made Cheng Yanjin stunned, Kong Yingda frowned and asked, "Mr. Yang said that there is vinegar in the pot?" ”

"What does Mr. Kong think?"

Looking at the old man of the Pope, whose face fell, Yang Wenhua chuckled and said: "Add vinegar to the oil pot, the oil temperature is not as high as the water temperature, and you can't cook an egg in it, so it's naturally fine to put people's hands in it."

This is a local trick in China, but it's not their thing, it's just that the performer has a good timing, sticks the meat to the bottom of the pot, and gets a little more green smoke out.

Don't make these little tricks out and be embarrassed, do you have anything of your own, if not?

Yang won't waste time with you. ”

The old man of the Pope pondered for a moment and walked to the stage himself.

After being brought to the stage with a basin of water, the old man began to dance a strange dance.

As the old man's hands kept dancing on the basin, the water in the basin gradually turned into ice.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the old man's dancing continued, and after a while, the old man suddenly shouted, and a strange fire came out of his body.

This time, even Wei Zheng's face became solemn.

The blue-green flames seemed to have no effect on the old man at all, and after the old man danced a few times quickly, the fire light in his whole body suddenly closed, and then a fire dragon rushed out of the old man's body, rushing directly towards Yang Wenhua and them.

Cheng Biting the Golden Monster screamed, and directly turned over backwards to dodge, and several other people fled one after another.

Yang Wenhua smiled disdainfully on his face, and after holding his breath, he waved the fan in his hand, took the fire dragon away, and still sat down on the chair safely.

"This is the secret of your Zoroastrianism? The performance is not bad, as long as you donate another thing in the pot of ice to me every month, Yang can no longer pursue this matter. ”

"You~."

The old man of the Pope was furious at first, looking at Yang Wenhua and just sneering, then he languished again, bowed his head and said: "This thing is not easy to make, and we don't have so much stock. ”

Yang Wenhua was speechless for a while, the phosphorus fire was very slippery, and he couldn't extract baking soda, no wonder he could only be a magic stick.

"No, I'll teach you, get a good Chang'an speaker, come and listen carefully."

After the old man nodded from the Pope, the kid who was performing the oil pot and meat just now came to Yang Wenhua with a cower.

"Come closer, someone else will listen to it, you will pay me for the secret recipe?"

After Yang Wenhua whispered a few words, he told this kid to get out, and then shouted to the old man of the Pope: "Take advantage of the fact that it is not dark, hurry up and get far away, send me what I want as soon as possible, and if you don't let me, go back to my hometown." ”

After this group of chaotic disciples left, Cheng Yanjin ran out with a probe in his head, and smiled at Yang Wenhua dryly: "Mr. Yang is worthy of being a true immortal.

Under such a majestic situation, not only can you not change your face, but you can also crack it calmly, can Mr. tell Lao Cheng what the fire dragon just now? ”

"It doesn't make sense, it's just an immortal law."

Why did Lao Tzu tell you this, wouldn't it be better for you to continue to be superstitious?

Cheng Yanjin's face was full of disbelief, and there was nothing he could do.

At this time, Li Shaozhi stepped forward and asked, "What is Mr. Yang asking for?" Isn't it so useful? ”

"You'll know in a while, and it's useless to ask now."

Yang Wenhua snorted and left here.