Just when Wang Lin wondered what this person could do when he summoned a ball of fireball, the next scene made his eyes fall out in shock. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I saw that this man shook the fireball in his right hand, and pulled out a fire dragon with his left hand. That's right, it pulled a miniature fire dragon out of a fist-sized fireball. The fire dragon is small but full of charm. The snake body, crocodile head, lizard legs, eagle catch, snake tail, antlers, fish scales, mouth horns, beards, and beads under the forehead. , every place is vividly transformed.

Insiders look at the doorway, laymen look at the liveliness, this hand of middle-aged people is not simple.

You must know that this spell is notoriously difficult to control in the cultivation realm, and this spell is actually not a control spell, but a spell that uses certain conditions to guide the spell, and there is a huge gap between this guidance and control. However, this middle-aged man has obviously reached this realm of control.

This frightened crowd of onlookers shouted for practice. And the Africans around Wang Lin rolled their eyes with excitement, Wang Lin seriously suspected that as long as he stimulated this guy, he would always faint.

Just when everyone was amazed by this middle-aged man's fire-fighting skills, the middle-aged man still seemed to be dissatisfied with this level of mastery. Immediately controlled the mini fire dragon in the sky with his right hand, and pinched the trick with his left hand, only to see a larger fireball appear in the left hand of the middle-aged man, and this is not all, as the middle-aged man is law is decisive one, this fireball is like an inflated balloon that is growing rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant flaming fireball.

Wang Lin's eyes narrowed. He clearly felt that although the volume of this fierce fireball had increased, the spiritual power fluctuations contained in it had become even weaker. In battle, this one is almost useless, flashy. But when used for performance, it still works well.

After the middle-aged man stretched the fireball to a limit, he instantly slapped this incomparably huge fireball on the mini dragon flying freely in the sky. At this moment, everyone in the audience exclaimed, afraid that this time would directly shoot the exquisite little dragon apart. Even Wang Lin's heart tightened.

Of course, everyone's worries were unnecessary, and the middle-aged man skillfully controlled the fluctuations of the spiritual power of the fireball and the fire dragon. Gradually, the two spells were fused together, and the ball of light entered the tail of the little dragon little by little. It's like putting the tail of this little dragon in a bubble.

This magical scene stunned everyone present, and Wang Lin only remembered one sentence in his heart

"It can't be!"

Spell fusion has been a problem for the Terrans for thousands of years. In addition to cultivating to the heavens, only those legendary Heavenly Spirit Root Cultivators who can reach the level of fusion spells, and only they can use their unique physique between energy and entities to reach the level of spell fusion. But no matter how you look at it, this uncle doesn't look like a master or a genius.

Wang Lin just wanted to ask the Africans around him, who this uncle was, but found that this guy had already fainted with a roll of his eyes.

Wang Lin......

Touching his forehead speechlessly, he still decided to give up his plan to wake him up and figure it out for himself. In order to confirm the thoughts in his heart, Wang Lin opened the [Eye of True Vision]

At a glance, I found that this uncle was an ordinary monk, not to mention a master of shadow hiding. Then this fusion stunt is comparable to a divine skill, if you learn it yourself, your spell will not be as chicken as it is now.

Wang Lin carefully observed the process of this fusion, and when everyone was stimulated by this stunt and almost fell to the ground unconscious, he thought that it was the uncle's limit. But what's even more shocking is yet to come,

I saw a magical scene appear, and the fireball began to move from the tail along the body of the little dragon. The dragon body exposed after the ball of light suddenly became larger, and this ball of light seemed to be a metamorphosis, making the mini dragon suddenly become a big dragon. These changes are not just changes in body size. The color of this enlarged dragon is even more vivid. It is lifelike, as if it is about to soar into the clouds.

The dragon opened its jaws in the air and let out a silent roar. I saw a flash of fire fly out of its mouth and turn into a burning dragon ball. Bead Flying Dragon Dance. The swan song of the world.

As soon as this technique came out, the whole world was in an uproar, and the cheers in the crowd were hoarse. The Africans around Wang Lin didn't wake up at any time. After letting out a pig-killing roar, he fainted again. Wang Lin kindly threw him on the roof to prevent this guy from falling down from being overexcited, and he would be in trouble if he broke his head

At the end of the performance, the uncle dispersed the spells in the sky, and his somewhat pale face was smiling. Bow down to everyone. At this moment, the crowd suddenly surrounded Hula. That crazy look is quite like the brain-dead fans of the legend of the previous life to block the obvious feeling of feet. When the crowd dispersed, Wang Lin found that this was not a special show for masters, but the opening ceremony of a pawnshop called Jubao Zhai.

Wang Lin touched his chin and wondered if he would invite this master to come to such a show when he opened his business, it was difficult to think about it or not. But I don't know who this uncle is. But he doesn't know, he has someone to know. Turn your gaze to the Africans who are still on the roof of themselves. Looking at the guy like a brainless fan, maybe you can get a lot of information.

Wang Lin dragged him off the roof, where he would be scolded if he was discovered by the owner.

Come to a small corner. Wang Lin looked at this African who was rolling his eyes and drooling, and was very curious, there are also Africans in this cultivation realm?

Whose child can give birth to such a black. The African, who was staring at Wang Lin, woke up faintly, and saw Wang Lin's gaze like a monkey at a glance, and immediately became angry,

"Look at what to see. Haven't you ever seen someone with such healthy skin as me..... By the way, Master Wang?"

Wang Lin said that the family had left early.

"What? Master, my little black man still wants to worship you as a teacher, why did you leave......

Wang Lin was awkward to hear this. Hurry up and let him introduce who this Master Wang is. As soon as Xiao Heizi heard that Wang Lin wanted to know about his idol, he immediately stopped crying and shouting. The biggest pride of a brain-dead fan is that his idol is recognized by others. But Wang Lin looked at it like this, and felt that this guy was a black fan.

Of course, Xiao Heizi didn't know Wang Lin's inner arrangement, but introduced to him the glorious years of this Master Wang with enthusiasm on his face. Go to 80% of the meaningless praises, and then remove 10% of the little blacks, because they are a little excited and roll their eyes. In short, Wang Lin understood the origin of this Master Wang.