National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

"Concession."

Li Mubai merged the folding fans in his hands, cupped his fists and bowed to Wan Tianle, and Wan Tianle showed a simple and honest smile.

That's the end of the game.

"Dean! Vice-President!"

Under the anxious call of the teachers, the two deans were taken to the backstage for emergency oxygen injection.

To be able to make the dean so angry, Wan Tianle is also a talent.

The next game was Ziling's match, and Ziling won the match easily.

Even if you beat the junior sister, your strength is still crushing.

If the three of Li Mubai are strong because of special means, then Zi Ling is because of the ultimate magic, the real ultimate magician of the same level.

"Brother Feng, aren't you going back to the dormitory?"

Li Mubai asked suspiciously to Ye Feng who was about to leave.

"No, it's rare to have time today. I heard that there is a comic exhibition in City of Hope, and there are a lot of limited goods in it. The tickets have been sold out, so I'll go shopping."

Ye Feng shook the phone screen, and then walked out of the training ground.

As soon as Ye Feng left, Zi Ling hurriedly followed.

Ye Feng naturally noticed Zi Ling behind him, so he hurriedly left.

But no matter how he ran, he still couldn't escape Ziling's follow.

Damn, I can't use my cultivation base yet, otherwise Zi Ling might find out the clues, and after revealing my identity, I will definitely not have a peaceful life.

"Drive fast, driver!"

After leaving school, Ye Feng hurriedly got into a taxi, thinking that he had successfully got rid of Zi Ling, but who knew that Zi Ling followed him and opened the car door and sat beside him.

Ye Feng was speechless.

"Ye Feng, where are you going? Take one with me."

Zi Ling looked at Ye Feng pleadingly, what could he do, he had no choice but to sigh helplessly and said: "Uncle, go to the subway entrance of Line 5."

"okay."

The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi drove into the driveway towards the subway entrance.

In the car, Zi Ling checked Ye Feng's body up and down, with some eagerness in his eyes.

"You weren't injured just now, were you?"

"The two of us just acted, how could we get hurt?"

Ye Feng was speechless, didn't Zi Ling notice the poor acting skills of the two of them just now?

Zi Ling breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words. She felt like she was acting just now, but she was still very worried, afraid that Ye Feng was really hurt.

"Give me the phone."

Zi Ling opened the phone and handed it to Ye Feng without any hesitation.

"The comic exhibition doesn't buy tickets, so you don't plan to evade tickets, do you?"

Ye Feng found Zi Ling the official channel for buying tickets for the comic exhibition, and then returned the phone to Zi Ling.

The other party believed him too much, saying that he would give him the phone.

"Isn't there you?"

Zi Ling stuck out her tongue and made a mischievous grimace.

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth twitched and he sighed inwardly. It seemed that his original wonderful trip to the comic exhibition was about to go to waste.

.....

Convention Center, Manga.

A young man with glasses walked into the manga exhibition, glanced around at these young men in various cosplay costumes and showed a sneer.

Keep your eyes on the various hand-made dolls on the booth not far away.

"This is what the Lord Demon King ordered, so don't blame me."

A total of twelve jet-black mist invisible to normal people entered into the figurines and dolls on the stall not far away.

The fox spirit demon clan is divided into two categories, the white fox and the black fox.

The black fox majors in strength, that is, the body, while the white fox majors in spirit.

Among them, there is a spirit-like demon method called soul-drawing, which can extract the soul of a living person and refine it into a ghost.

Ghosts are a kind of existence similar to nightmares, but ghosts are more ferocious and fierce than nightmares. It can be said that they are the so-called ghosts in Chinese history.

Just now the man sent all the twelve high-level ghosts given to him by the demon king into these figures and dolls in the form of boarding.

Once they are bought by these young people and placed in their homes, the demons inside will start torturing the humans who bought them until they die.

And this kind of person will also be bound by ghosts after death, and refined into ghosts for their use.

These twelve ghosts are very humane. They have their own consciousness. When killing their masters, they will choose to use various accidental methods to cause death, because in this way they will not be noticed by the demon hunters and develop wretchedly.

The middle-aged man pushed his glasses and left the comic exhibition. His mission has been completed, and the rest has nothing to do with him.

Sooner or later, City of Hope will fall into endless panic under their black box operation.

"Hmph, human beings, sooner or later, you will become the nourishment for our monster clan to increase its strength. At that time, I see how you are still as happy as you are now."

The man with glasses thought so, and then left the exhibition.

As soon as the man left on the front foot, Ye Feng came with Ziling on the back foot.

Ye Feng usually does not have the habit of opening his spiritual consciousness.

Especially when there are many people.

The main reason is that it really cannot be opened!

His spiritual sense can see everything at a glance, and all the plants and trees around him are in his mind.

In the world of cultivating immortals, most people have spiritual body protection, so it's okay if you keep it on all the time.

But there is no one in this world who protects the body with spiritual consciousness, not even monks.

When he opened up his spiritual consciousness in a crowded place, it was equivalent to seeing hundreds of naked people appearing in front of him, even a single blood vessel in his body could be seen clearly.

This is the key reason why he often does not open his consciousness.