Glancing at Zhu Mao lightly, Luo Yan took a step forward without saying a word, reaching out to support the hilt of the 'Dragon Elephant'.

The sword has not been unsheathed, and the momentum has not been sent.

Zhu Mao chuckled in his heart, and inexplicably felt a sense of danger.

But until he got up just now, in his perception, Murong Xuan was much more dangerous than Luo Yan, a young man with black hair and red eyes.

But why is it the other way around?

Could it be said.

This red-eyed young man is actually through the Xuan Realm?

I heard that the powerhouses of the Xuan Realm are almost void when their aura converges, and if they don't make a move, they are no different from ordinary people.

Could it be that this red-eyed young man turned out to be a master of the Xuan Realm?

That's impossible!

That's when it happened.

Murong Xuan opened his mouth and said, "Luo Yan, he will hand it over to me, and you go to the laboratory." ”

Luo Yan glanced at him and nodded.

Zhu Mao saw the red-eyed young man's lips open and close, as if he had said something to his companion, and then walked over without squinting.

The head of security was in a state of flux.

Do you want to make a move?

It's also possible that he was just bluffing.

But what if there is a thunderstorm?

Forget it, I'm just a part-time job, so there's no need to fight for my life.

Besides, there is an old man in the laboratory, he is through the Xuan Realm, and he is foolproof.

Take 10,000 steps back, if even Fang Lao has made a mistake, then it is understandable that I can't stop people.

That's it!

Zhu Mao made up his mind, turned a blind eye to Luo Yan, let him pass by him, and then left the lounge.

When the door closed, Zhu Mao breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't tell why he was like this, but he always felt that it was wise not to clash with the red-eyed youth.

"You're in luck."

Murong Xuan showed a sunny smile: "You were going to make a move just now, then I would save a lot of effort." ”

"You know, though I speak to him, give you to me."

"That's because, I also have to do some results, otherwise the boss will think I'm eating and drinking, what if I am opened?"

"But if you take it yourself and let my companion slaughter it, then it has nothing to do with me."

"After all, I took the initiative to ask for help, but you didn't give me a chance, it's not my fault, do you say it?"

"It's a pity, you're very cautious, you know, you're going to make a move just now, so it's going to be a good show."

"Don't look at my companion's youth, he is in the Xuan Realm, and he is amazing."

While chattering, Murong Xuan had already used a brush to draw a picture of a tiger descending from the mountain in the void.

The brush touched the tiger's eyes, and the tiger immediately came to life, jumped out of the air to the ground, gained texture and volume, and raised its head with a roar.

Zhu Mao's pupils shrank slightly: "Your way of hiding the ability of the gods is quite wild." ”

"It's okay."

Murong Xuan smiled, moved his brush, and began to paint.

The tiger roared and then rushed towards Zhu Mao, whose eyes remained unchanged, his hands raised, and he suddenly slapped hard.

Syllable!

Crisp applause rang out.

From the front of Zhu Mao's palms, the air oscillated, showing translucent traces visible to the naked eye.

All of a sudden, all the glass in the room shattered.

When the shock ripples spread and spread over the tiger drawn by Murong Xuan, the tiger that the bullet could not hit showed a folded vision like a rubbed paper painting.

Then the 'wave' exploded and exploded to smithereens.

Murong Xuan's eyes lit up, and at this time, a picture of a poisonous snake coming out of the cave was also drawn.

The same brush touched the eye of the poisonous snake, and the poisonous snake 'lived', took on its size, fell to the ground, and swam towards Zhu Mao quickly.

Zhu Mao raised his hand this time, stretched out an index finger, pointed at the poisonous snake that swam quickly, and said in his mouth: "Bang!" ”

He simulated the sound of a gunshot, and the snake was as if it had actually been hit by a pistol, and the whole snake bounced, and the snake's head exploded, and when it fell to the ground, its form began to dissipate.

Zhu Mao raised his hand at this time, pointed at Murong Xuan, and the gunfire in his mouth started again.

"Bang!"

But Murong Xuan had already rolled on the ground and hid behind a pillar, and where he was standing just now, a vase suddenly shattered.

"Looks like you know exactly what I'm capable of."

"Strange, do you know me?"

"We shouldn't have seen each other, right?"

Zhu Mao walked towards the pillar, but did not approach, just walked behind the pillar.

Murong Xuan also moved, and while moving, the brush was quickly drawing in the air, and his mouth was not idle.

"Of course I don't know you."

"But you're right, I know what you're capable of."

"Your ability to hide is related to sound."

"Whether it's simulating gunfire or creating applause, you can attack."

"This is what my companion said, and he has long seen through you."

Zhu Mao's expression changed, because he was said by Murong Xuan.

At this time, he recalled what the red-eyed young man had said to Murong Xuan just now, and it turned out that he had exposed his ability.

How did he do it?

"So what?"

"Looks like your paintings are pretty ordinary."

"I'm going to kill you without any other tricks."

Just finished speaking.

Zhu Mao suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

Then he saw a little cold light suddenly appear behind the pillar.

That bit of cold light broke through the air, and it turned out to be the tip of a gun.

The tip of the spear rubbed violently against the air, glowing with a cold light and spreading.

The gun is like a silver dragon, and a little cold light comes first.

Zhu Mao's heart suddenly rose to his throat, without it, just because of a shot, his momentum was arrogant!

A scream came from Zhu Mao's mouth.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the tip of a needle, slamming into the gun.

While!

The visible ripples spread and spread, and cracks appeared in the nearby sofas, cabinets, potted plants, lamps and other objects.

Zhu Mao's face changed, and the whole person flew up, crossed the hall, hit the wall, and then bounced back to the ground.

He spat out blood, his eyes were full of stars, and when he looked up again, he saw that the shot that shot him away was a silver-armored general.

His figure is like walking from a painting, eight feet long, with a broad face and broad eyes.

He wears a cirrus phoenix wing crown, a silver fish scale armor, a tiger head and silver shoes, and a bright silver tassel gun.

Heroic and majestic.

Then I saw Murong Xuan walking out from behind the pillar, spinning the brush in his hand, and said with a smile.

"I'm better at drawing people than birds and animals."

"How is it, this Changshan fierce general is still passable, right?"

"I don't think you will be disappointed."

Zhu Mao got up, clutched his chest, and adjusted his breathing.

"It's just a drawing, and it's not a real person, I'm afraid of an egg!"

He said viciously.

At this time, the silver light flashed, but it was the silver armor who dragged the gun to him, looking at the heroic posture of the flying eyes, where it looked like the person in the painting.

It's like the ancients resurrecting and returning to earth.

When it was too late, the spear in the silver armor leaped into the spear in his hand, and suddenly turned into a brilliant silver stream.

The gun is as strong as a dragon, the gun is free and freehand, and the road is eternal!