The man was tall and jade, described as handsome, with a chic temperament, luxuriously dressed on his body, inlaid with beads and jade, and a handsome son. Meng Shuai tried to find some flaws on his face, such as Sen Leng and arrogance, or indulging in wine, blue circles under his eyes, and other characteristics, but he couldn't find them. I have to admit that this person is probably the most handsome and traditional beautiful man he has ever seen.

Meng Shuai wanted to say that he didn't know him, but from just one sentence, he had already guessed his identity, and naturally knew his malicious intentions, but he pretended not to know, and said, "Who are you?"

The man said lightly: "What's the matter? Yan'er didn't mention Yuan's name? Or are you pretending to be stupid?"

Meng Shuai snorted and said, "Are you talking about Miss Yan?"

The man glanced at the direction where Yan Hui had left, and said slowly, "Don't worry." Instead, he stared at Meng Shuai and said. "Your surname is Meng?"

Meng Shuai was stunned and said, "How do you know?"

The man looked Meng Shuai up and down, and said, "It's better to be famous than to meet, and it's unbearable to be famous when you meet." But that's it. Yan'er, Yan'er, your vision is like this, isn't it because you have lost your mind for a while?"

Meng Shuai was very upset and said, "What did you say?"

The man said: "Don't say I didn't give you a chance - you swear now that you will never see Yan'er's face for the rest of your life, and I can spare your life." ”

Meng Shuai sneered: "Although I have only met Miss Yan today, but what kind of thing are you, you are not ashamed to say that you will spare my life? ”

The man nodded, "Good, good." He turned his head to look around and said, "You're in luck." It's not a good place for me to play. As he spoke, he floated forward.

Meng Shuai's eyes froze, and suddenly froze, since the person appeared, he felt that there was something incongruous, and now it seemed that it was the person's footsteps.

Keep your feet on the ground!

The man's body had been floating in the air, and it hadn't floated very high, only half an inch above the ground, and it couldn't be seen without looking closely. But because it doesn't touch the ground, the movement is not resisted, and it will look erratic.

Meng Shuai was surprised in his heart, when a martial artist reaches the innate level, of course he can float in the air, not to mention the mixed yuan, but even if he is a realm master, floating in the air also requires the consumption of true qi, of course, for the huge amount of true qi, it can be ignored. But long-term maintenance, especially the daily maintenance all the time, is also a kind of consumption after all. Besides, what is the point of not getting dusty every day, except for forking?

Even people like the Snow Maiden who come out of the dust don't often float in the air, and it's very strange that this kid is doing this.

When Meng Shuai saw him floating, a strange awe-inspiring aura crossed his heart, and a shadow was formed - although it could be thought that he was pretending to be a fork, Meng Shuai felt that there should be a deeper reason behind this levitation.

Could it be some kind of martial art? If it is, it must be weird and first-class. Thinking so, the true qi flowed all over his body, and he was immediately ready to go, and a breath of breath rose to the sky, and the majestic aura of the late stage of the mixed yuan spread.

The man's eyebrows moved slightly, and he said, "Late Mixed Yuan ...... It's better than I thought. Well, I'll give you a chance -- no, I'll give you three chances when I see you're young. I'm standing here, and you're going to hit me, if you can hit ......"

Meng Shuai didn't bother to listen to him bragging, and said, "Are you hehehehe?"

This punch was his temptation, although the momentum was large, in fact, the strength contained was limited, but the speed was extremely fast, almost the limit that he could reach without spatial means.

As soon as the punch was thrown, it was in front of the man in the blink of an eye, and the man floated in the air, watching quietly.

Halfway through the punch, Meng Shuai suddenly felt a resistance.

It was not a strong reaction force generated by ordinary true qi to true qi, but an abnormal force that came from the air, came from nowhere, and went nowhere, guiding his fist to involuntarily row towards the deviated track, the fist was offset, and the person also ran away with the fist. Involuntarily, he rushed past the man's side and ran to the other side.

It wasn't until he reflexively stood still that Meng Shuai came back to his senses, he didn't understand what was going on just now, the feeling of being led away involuntarily was too weird.

Turning around, the man was still standing in place, his expression was indifferent, he raised a finger, and said, "It's a chance." There are two more chances before you completely get out of Yan'er's sight. ”

Meng Shuai shouted: "Are you a ghost?" his body was light, and he punched hard.

When the fist arrived, the power from the air came as promised, and Meng Shuai was almost coerced and deviated outward, making a semi-arc, slashing past the person's side, and staggering to a stand.

The man raised a second finger and said, "A second chance." One more time. I really should let Yan'er see what you look like now. ”

Meng Shuai now seemed to be flushed, very angry, his teeth were clenched, and he looked helpless and anxious.

Of course, below the surface, he is by no means so impetuous.

Meng Shuai is a very calm person, it is better to say that he can't be impatient if he wants to, not to mention that he and this person have no new and old hatreds at all, all the words of that person can't stimulate him at all, he just cooperates with that person's contempt and acts impatient.

At this time, he was turning his mind, thinking about where that strange power just now came from.

Is it the power of space?

No, in the final analysis, he is also a beginner who has perceived the power of space, even if that person's spatial mysteries are deeper than his comprehension, it will not make him change the world without realizing it.

It's another kind of power, which is also formless and insubstantial, and very obscure.

And, déjà vu.

The first punch was struck, and although he was scratching his head, he did feel a sense of familiarity, a familiarity that he experienced a long, long time ago, and maybe not even in this life.

When Meng Shuai had just punched the second punch, he was deliberately tempting, and he was also looking for this familiarity, trying to open the door lock of his memory through more stimulation.

Staring at his fist, he slashed a few times in the air, and a flash of enlightenment flashed, and he blurted out:

"Magnetism!"

Yes, the feeling of being ostracized, involuntarily paddling outward, is like a magnet for the same sex to be repelled by an experiment when he was a child! And the feeling of him rushing towards that person is also like a game when he was a child, holding a magnet, leaning towards another, being repulsed left and right, repelled in all directions, and never approaching.

It's just that compared to the magnet, this repulsion is a hundred times stronger, Meng Shuai didn't feel like picking up the magnet anymore, but felt like a small iron nail, thrown around by the repulsion, involuntarily.

He said the word magnetism, and the man raised his eyebrows and said, "You know magnetism, yes, this is the power of Yuan Magnetism." He moved his fingers slightly and said, "This is the meta-magnetic field." ”

Meng Shuai only felt that the surrounding aura suddenly became chaotic, full of invisible repulsion and suction, the repulsion pushed everything around him outward, and the suction pulled everything in his direction, some forces squeezed from the side to the middle, and some forces broke through from the center to the surroundings, and the forces competed with each other, so that Meng Shuai in the center was under great pressure.

The weirdest thing is that both the repulsion and the suction are invisible. It's not like the wind, the wind still has the feeling of air flowing, and there is also a sense of blowing on the body, these forces have taken off all forms, and they are simply power, which is the essence of power. Because it's pure, it's irresistible.

He now has two choices, one is to stay still, use his body to resist the pressure of the four directions, either to bear it to the death, or to be crushed by various forces. Otherwise, give up the position, go with the flow, and be thrown around by various forces, like a small ball thrown into the electromagnetic field, with nothing to fall, and follow the magnetic field lines.

Either way, it's not the best choice. In fact, he fell into the meta-magnetic field, and this was already a good idea.

Meng Shuai secretly regretted it at this time, and secretly shouted: Fooled!

At this time, he already knew that this guy had always been unfathomable, pretending to be more than forked, and did not take the initiative to make a move, and gave Meng Shuai three chances in a big way, so that he was not arrogant, and of course he would not be magnanimous, but in order to gain time, he arranged this meta-magnetic field.

The word force field, Meng Shuai vaguely heard Lin Ling mention it, it was a high-level martial art that only the realm master would be involved in, and it was a realm higher than martial arts. Of course, the person in front of him is not a realm master, but somehow, he can master the ability of the force field, but obviously he can't do whatever he wants. So he braked with static braking, let Meng Shuai take the initiative to attack, and brought him into the force field.

Although it may not be perfect, the force field is worthy of being a magical martial art at the level of the realm master, and Meng Shuai can't compete with it now. If you allow yourself to fall into the force field, I am afraid that you will be played until death.

It's a pity that Meng Shuai hasn't been able to touch that level yet, and he doesn't know how to deal with this kind of aura, the only thing he knows is that if he has absolute strength, he will be able to crush it!

And the key to cracking the force field is on the person in the middle!

In an instant, Meng Shuai gave up his position for a while, and the person was like a boat in a storm, thrown around by an invisible force field, but he had already secretly accumulated strength, and he vaguely pinched a handprint in his hand. A faint hint of power gathered.

At the same time, his seemingly drifting body was roundabout towards the man.

It's closer...... Come closer.

Meng Shuai's body was already in the fall of the force field, and he was close to the person.

Just as he was approaching, a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of the man's mouth, and he suddenly raised his head and met Meng Shuai's eyes floating in the air.

With a weird smile, he sneered: "Do you think that I just delayed time to give you a chance? You may also think that I can't control this force field, as long as I am strong, I can break through?"

He sighed and said, "You're right. It is true that as long as the strength is enough, any force field can be torn apart, but do you have that strength?" he said, waving his sleeves, revealing his palm.

The palms of the hands are weak, as if grasping something. Then, hold it down.

Zila――

There was a light sound like friction in the air, and a little blue spark suddenly appeared in the void that was still intact just now, and Meng Shuai was in it, his body was numb, as if he had been overpowered.

"It's ...... Magnetic storm?!"