The opera house has about 600 seats, not only is it full now, but even the corridor behind the row of zuihou is also full of people, quite lively, Feng Qinglang feels happy when he looks at it, he doesn't have the consciousness of preaching for the illusion world, just because the ticket is two thousand gold coins per person, and the income is split in half with the club, these people can bring themselves more than 600,000 gold coins.

In less than two hours, it could bring such an amazing income, Feng Qinglang suddenly felt that Dongfang Pei's old face was inexplicably cute.

The person in charge of the club was also very excited about the full attendance, he looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and said to Feng Qinglang respectfully: "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, we can start"

"Hmm" Feng Qing nodded reservedly and strode onto the stage.

Not a warm applause, facing people's curious eyes, Feng Qinglang saw a few familiar faces from the audience, Mrs. Bi said something to the old man in red beside her, while looking at herself with a smile, in the eyes of the Bi family, she definitely didn't want the illusion gunner she invited to do any public class, but Mrs. Bi actually came in person, and she still showed a friendly attitude of support, and she didn't pay attention to Feng Qinglang.

Next to the old man in red sat Mentor Ximu, in the illusion incident of Biyuntian, it can be regarded as a good friendship with Feng Qinglang, this big man in the illusion world, personally present, I believe that there are a lot of advertising effects, the scene is full, I believe there is also the credit of this advertisement.

The best thing is that Dongfang Pei, who claimed to be uncomfortable, also came, and sat in the first row in a big way, waving his hand to Feng Qinglang with a hippie smile.

Feng Qinglang smiled and nodded back one by one, thinking that if it was in the past, he would not dare to take such a risk to stand in the focus of his gaze, the removal of the aura of the spiritual sea beast, even if there are wanted people in the audience to investigate with the breath radar, I am afraid that he will not be able to detect his existence.

Thinking of this, his smile couldn't help but be a little more joyful, he stood in front of the speaker, raised his chin slightly, and said, "Everyone, I don't plan to introduce myself too much, because in illusion, it sometimes doesn't matter who I am. I'm not going to have a lot of props on the stage like a lot of adults do, because they'll be there if I need them."

When he said Zuihou's words, some magic pattern projectors, and their piles of large materials, monster skeletons, etc., flashed around the podium, like a large-scale magic trick, but there was no trace of mental turmoil, the simplest way to do it, it was done so smoothly, which immediately won a large piece of palm

Feng Qinglang smiled and said: "This is nothing, my dear friends deceive your eyes, it is just magic, only the art of deceiving your heart is illusion"

"Now, gentlemen, gather your spirits and look at me, or to the top of my head to be exact."

In the void above Feng Qinglang's head, out of thin air, there was a pendulum commonly used by hypnotists, with a diameter of half a meter wide, and it was shaking regularly, making people can't help but pay attention to it. Dongfang Pei just glanced at it twice, made it clear what he meant, and couldn't help but secretly laugh and scold Feng Qinglang, sure enough, there is enough energy saving, even if he creates a large-scale illusion, he refuses to spend any of his mental power, all with the liliang of the masses.

When the line of sight regained clarity, they were already above a vast sea of clouds, the beautiful opera house had disappeared, but the distance between each person remained the same, under their seats, there was a stone pillar that seemed to be made of nature, through the sea of clouds, looking down, vaguely saw that it was directly to the earth It seemed to be this stone pillar, supporting this temporary world.

This made everyone can't help but sit firmly in their seats, and after gasping for air, they couldn't help but give a large burst of warm applause and cheers, how much mental power does it take to use such a large-scale illusion Your Excellency Wen Ruyu is indeed an extremely outstanding illusionist

Only a discerning person can find that this guy didn't spend any effort at all, it was all the spiritual power of everyone here who was supporting this illusion world, and even the spiritual energy that everyone exuded now such as exclamation, fear, and exclamation would become part of this illusion, but such precise guidance, and achieving such an effect, this Wen Ruyu can be regarded as amazing.

Feng Qinglang still smiled reservedly, he left the podium, just stepped on the sea of clouds, came to the crowd, and said calmly: "Everyone, this is the art of deceiving your heart."

Of course, there was another thunderous applause.

He smiled and said, "You don't have to be too nervous...... he patted an old gentleman beside him who firmly grasped the armrest of the seat, and said softly: "As long as you believe that this is a piece of ground, or rather, as long as you believe that you can be down-to-earth, you can also be like me, stepping on the sea of clouds After all, this is not the real shijie"

Under his encouragement, some people began to dare to step on the sea of clouds, and noticed that it was just a gentle and soft piece, as if stepping on the softest carpet, seeing that the forerunner was fine, and quite amazed, more and more people also left their seats, experiencing the feeling of walking on the sea of clouds, some children who came with their elders, the most happy, directly chased between the seats on the sea of clouds, for a while, there was laughter and laughter around, as if it had become a carnival held by an aristocratic family.

Dongfang Pei came to Feng Qinglang's side quietly, and teased: "Boy, your trick is amazing, it doesn't take much effort and saliva to become the content of the open class." ”

Feng Qinglang kept smiling, looked at everyone, and responded: "What can you tell about the two-hour open class?

He looked at a few guys in illusionist costumes, leaning down to study the stone pillars connecting the seats, and some of them also probed into the clouds and mist, to overlook the earth, Feng Qinglang knew that this was a peer, maybe it would be a competitor of the future hidden family, and they were studying the defects of their own illusions, so as to judge the defects in their spiritual sea.

He didn't mind, he chatted with Dongfang Pei casually for a while, and it was estimated that everyone's novelty had gradually faded, and with a wave of his hand, the sea of clouds dispersed, and another ribbon of light crossed in front of him......

Everyone has come to a green grassland, not far away there is a big green lake, cattle and sheep are chewing grass on the lake, like a quiet scroll, but the oncoming wind is so refreshing, as if with a little bit of the sweetness of the lake, like a fantasy, which makes some people can't help but start to be confused, am I really in an illusion?