Mu Lingyun sat in the moonlight and flipped through the book "Thousand Illusions".

The moonlight treasure tree in the Mud Pill Palace is greedily devouring the moonlight.

Thousands of rays of light are intertwined into various mysterious patterns.

On the vast earth, a bewitching and colorful beautiful girl stands in the clouds, overlooking the mountains and rivers.

Hibiscus noodles, melon seed face, willow leaf eyebrows, and a cherry mouthful.

When the woman descended on the mountain, her face became that of an old woman, with loose skin and wrinkled face.

The style of painting changed, and this woman appeared in the market, but turned into a handsome and dashing man, with sword eyebrows, a straight nose, and bright eyes.

Next, every time this woman changes a scene, she changes her face once, which can definitely be called a thousand-faced demon queen, and the highest level of disguise is nothing more than this.

After a few hours, the myriad patterns overlapped to form a flawless mask.

The mask is flawless white from a distance, nearly transparent up close, as thin as a cicada's wings, and exudes a soft halo.

"Senior Wen Bixia, please bring the materials for the production of this mask, the kid is not talented, and he is willing to make it in person. Mu Lingyun said calmly.

When Mu Lingyun said this, the scriptures in the hands of several night readers fell one after another, and they looked at Mu Lingyun blankly, their faces full of disbelief.

Wen Bixia, who was sitting leisurely on a wooden chair and drinking tea, almost choked to death when he heard this, and the tea was full of cases.

"Huh" got up and stood there like a wooden stake, looking at Mu Lingyun's eyes, as if looking at a monster again.

Previously, there was a prodigy Cao Chong, who made ten flawless masks in one day, and Wen Bixia almost lost all his pants.

Now that he has just recovered, it is difficult to come to another demon.

"What! you...... You...... Take Lao Tzu...... Kaishabu, just this fart will be a kung fu, and everyone else will ...... All...... Before I even read the whole book, you told me that you were going to make a mask. Wen Bixia stammered in fright.

"Yes, Boss Wen, you don't want to be lazy. Mu Lingyun took two steps closer, slapped the table hard, stared at Wen Bixia's eyes, and shouted at the top of his throat.

If you don't give him a little bit of power, he doesn't know what fear is, and he will talk to you about those useless things.

"Ah......" Wen Bixia was actually frightened by Mu Lingyun, an ant who could poke him to death with one finger, and sat on the stool with his buttocks, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Wen Bixia is not afraid of Mu Lingyun's might, he is afraid of losing money, people like him are typical people who regard money as their lives, and if they make money in their hands, and then let him spit it out, it will simply cost him his life.

Wen Bixia replied and glanced at the several people present, and found that there was a master hidden among them, and the murderous intent that had just sprouted was forced to go back.

After a while, Wen Bixia brought the production materials, a thin as a cicada's wings, a jade and ice-clear dough, and several extremely sharp knives.

"This little brother is really good at choosing, the face of this mask is the appearance of the ancient sage Pan An, and he is a peerless beautiful man with both intelligence and beauty. Wen Bixia explained.

The rest of the people saw that Mu Lingyun was not bragging, but was really preparing to make a mask, and they all stood behind Mu Lingyun and watched.

Let's see if that guy has any clues, if he's playing tricks.

Because someone has been Pan An before, but it has been made into a different appearance, just like Pan An.

Mu Lingyun, a little shrimp, is estimated to not be able to make Pan An's perfect form.

Mu Lingyun ignored Wen Bixia's words, discussed with everyone, and began to concentrate on making it.

An hour later, a Pan An mask was ready.

Wen Bixia took the mask and began to compare it with the original owner's pattern.

After a few cups of tea, Wen Bixia trembled, and his teeth hit Bangbang.

Pan An's mask is of great commercial value, unlike the one made by Cao Chong, although they are all celebrities, they all look crooked and cracked dates.

Zhu Gangguan is a celebrity, if someone makes a mask of Zhu Gangguan for you to bring, you must be 10,000 unwilling.

But the mask of Pan An, the first beautiful man in the ages, must be a hot seller that everyone is vying for.

"Huh......" Wen Bixia's dignified old man actually hugged his head and cried, not only he was crying, but several other people were red-eyed.

"It's so similar, it's carved out of a mold, it's moving! No one has ever made Pan An so wonderful, it's a priceless treasure, and if you take it to auction and put it up for auction, it will definitely be worth a good price." ”

Wen Bixia was moved to tears and tears, he overturned his head excitedly, and inadvertently said the potential value of this mask, and the rest of the people couldn't hold it back.

"The eunuch Zhang Yide is willing to buy the Pan An mask made by Xiaoyou, a stinky face, blind me with such a good figure. A man with stoned eyebrows and eyes said in a hurry.

"Single Wang Li Qiu He, willing to buy the mask made by Xiaoyou, the old man is counting on this mask, whoever dares to rob me, I will pluck out his hair. An old man with flowing silver hair and a childish face waved a folding fan in his hand and said eagerly.

A metallic sound sounded, and the folding fan in Li Qiuhe's hand revealed several bone spurs that sealed his throat with blood.

"Shut up for me, can you be, and you, you can open Wen's four-character formula, Wen will give up this mask, if you can't open it, get out of me immediately." Wen Bixia roared like thunder.

A brush appeared in his hand, and four big characters were written in the air, "lock, sleep, bind, bind." ”

With a flash of golden light, the four big characters instantly covered Li Qiuhe and began to spin.

Wen Bixia wrote four more words and encircled Zhang Yide in it.

The folding fan in Li Qiuhe's hand erupted with ten ancient beast phantoms, frantically hitting the four-character formula, colliding with colorful glow.

Tiger roar, crane roar, ape cry, bear roar...... The voice of the ancient beast shook the heavens and the earth.

The bone spurs in the folding fan broke out and combined into a meteor spinning knife, which rubbed violently with the four-character formula, and shot out ten thousand sparks.

Wen Bixia's mouth was full of words, his hands pinched the trick, and his hands went to the middle, forming a Tai Chi inward momentum.

The four-character formula is golden and bright, like a golden pool, and its power has increased several times.

The Ten Ancient Beast Phantoms suffered an irresistible oppressive force and collapsed in an instant.

Immediately after that, the meteor whirling knife roared, and it also turned into six dim bone spurs again, flying like a folding fan.

Li Qiuhe's arms were on his sides and he was tightly bound by the four-character formula, standing in place and unable to move.

Over there, Zhang Yide held a black snake spear and danced a black whirlwind, but it didn't last long, and he was restrained like Li Qiuhe.

After a cup of tea, the skin and flesh of the two were strangled and spurted blood, screaming one after another, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

"Get out...... Wen Bixia roared, waved his big hand, and the four-character formula on the two disappeared. Ask for collections, ask for recommendations.