"What kind of spell is this?" Jin Wuming was shocked and angry. He held a colorful silk in his hand and rolled back and forth, causing the silk waves to roll, as if he wanted to completely roll these hateful beauties away.

But the Jade Shuo Tiannv laughed like a bell, and she was in the air, flying lightly and beautifully, and could not be contaminated with anything.

In the round-trip pursuit, there was no trace of human fireworks. The jade girl flew in the sky, and there was a chance of killing in the beauty.

The girl's men's shuttles were scattered back and forth, and in a short while the colorful silk began to shatter.

At this time, Zhuang Ke’s ten fingers were dancing into a phantom, and there were sweat on his forehead.

Faced with the shock and anger of the colored opera artist, he pursed his lips, but there was no need to answer the other party.

Every shadow puppet of a shadow puppet is not made out of thin air.

A shadow puppet is a story.

Without the infusion of human hearts and resonance of emotions, shadow puppets will have no soul.

Therefore, making shadow puppets requires extremely rich imagination and extremely sensitive insights from people.

The world is short of entertainment and culture, and the shadow puppets are not prosperous, as a side-minded person, and have never been mainstream in society and have low culture, so it is naturally difficult to make classic shadow puppets.

But Zhuang Ke is different, traveling through time and living out of the second life.

Life experience is not comparable to other shadow puppets.

Since taking the shadow puppet secret recipe, although he has not refined it for a long time, his rich experience in that cultural world in his previous life was enough to allow him to accumulate an extremely profound foundation.

Taking advantage of the essence of the culture of the past life, every shadow puppet produced can be regarded as a classic work.

This is a proof that the house beam that is Wuyou is on the rise is the third most absurdity in Changningfang.

This Weaver Girl Flying Shadow Puppet is one of the most proudly produced pieces.

In Eastern mythology, the Weaver Girl is a weaving fairy. Even the auspicious clouds in the sky are from their hands, and the invisible silk fog is spinned.

If you can weave it, you can naturally dismantle it!

This small piece of colorful silk is fine and fine, just like encountering a nemesis. In a short while, it was dismantled and turned into a gossip, with a blank sight.

"Damn it!" Jin Wuming's face was as gloomy as water. He took out a small color circle from Baina bag and threw it into the air.

Ding Ding Ding!

The color circles were in the air with one minute and two minutes and four minutes... In a short while, there were dozens or hundreds of collisions, jingling and jingling.

puff!

laugh!

Wow!

...

Flames, flying knives, wind...the colorful circles circling constantly, spitting out all kinds of horror things.

"Ah! Sister..." Feitian Weaver Girl fled in fear. A few sisters walked slowly and turned into ashes.

Zhuang Ke didn't care about his heartache and unconsciously danced faster with his ten fingers.

Strong and firm!

The silver thread was tight and whirlwind and roaring, as fast as a storm.

For a moment, the Weaver Girl flew all over the sky, her figure as fast as a phantom, temporarily avoiding her sharp edge.

Zhuang Ke also took the opportunity to see the origin of this trick and presented the lottery for Luoquan.

But the folk circles and lottery are just ordinary things that create fruits, pears, vegetables, flowers, and small animals out of thin air.

However, the power of heaven and earth's nature is gushing out from the circle of Jin Wuming, and the earth, fire, water and wind are gathering together. The two are not the same thing at all.

The Flying Weaver Girl can only weave threads and sew clouds, and cannot deal with this grand and terrifying trick.

"Come back!" Zhuang Ke made a quick decision and shouted in a deep voice.

The Weaver Girl sisters were like being pardoned and flew backwards, wanting to return to the backstage.

"Where to go?" Jin Wuming was in power and was willing to let others go. Luoquan broke through the air and fell down.

"Haha!"

A loud shout was like thunder, shaking the sky and the earth.

"Who?" Jin Wuming's crisis arose and instinctively retreated.

It was like a big black gun breaking through the shadow screen and sweeping across.

Bang bang bang bang!

The force of sweeping across thousands of troops, and more than ten circles were broken.

A nine-foot-foot-in-one military general Long Xinghu stepped onto the stage, holding a 1,7,6 and three centimeters of overlord gun, wearing an Oolong-swallowing Heavenly Armor, wearing a tiger-skinned red battle robe, and pedaling the flying clouds and thousands of miles boots!

The face is made of black and white eyebrows. When the eyebrows raise, you will see the aura of domineering power, and people will be terrified.

"Looking at the black hole in front of you, it must be the thief's nest. When I walk forward, kill him clean..." The overlord jumped into the field with the overlord's gun. He really had the courage of thousands of men. His gunman was overbearing and he danced in the air into a rainstorm.

The earth and stones, fire rain, water flow, wind roll... under the cold light, they are broken one after another.

"Is this the general, so brave?"

Jin Wuming was full of absurdity. Judging from the general's face, he was clearly a martial artist in the opera troupe. How could he fight more vigorously than in the opera!

Such a mighty general, never heard of?

The most terrifying thing is that this general has a domineering spirit, and it cannot be cultivated without the commander-in-chief's army establishing a domineering foundation.

No matter how brave the general is, even if he is the best in the world, he cannot develop a royal aura, otherwise he will be jealous of the current emperor!

Is this general still a hero?

Even though he is so informed by the Beggars' Gang and gathers information from all directions, he has never heard of such a tyrant today?

Could it be... this is also a technique of change?

Jin Wuming's eyes suddenly changed, with unprecedented fear and murderous intent.

The artist takes change as his key skill, but it is absolutely impossible to create something out of nothing and create a living person.

Today, I encountered a school of practice that is better at changing than myself?

Let this person be passed on to a great tradition. In the future, the lottery opera master will have an extra nemesis in the world of cultivation out of thin air. What future will the Cai Opera master have in his lineage?

Immortals sprinkle beans!

Jin Wuming carefully took out the golden beans and dispersed in the air.

As soon as it landed, it turned into a fierce armored soldier, holding a spear, surrounding and killing the overlord.

"Yaah! Don't hurt my king!" The woman shouted softly.

The peerless beauty wore a phoenix crown on her head and held a double sword of mandarin ducks, and came from the side.

The sword dances into a phantom, with graceful figure and murderous intent.

With one enemy, the many soldiers fell to the ground, the smoke exploded, and they made two halves of golden beans again.

"With the help of a beauty, I will be no longer worried!" The Overlord raised his head and laughed. The Overlord's gun in his hand was already dancing so hard that it could not be poured in.

The Luoquan formation was broken into pieces.

...

Make a dragon with grass!

Jin Wuming took out a golden thatch, and his technique changed. After a while, a grass dragon was pierced in his hand, and it left his hand, turning into the size of a python, flying and catching it on his head.

"A woman is not as good as a man! Let us ladies meet you, a pseudo-dragon!"

With a smirk, the woman in the dress shakes her willow waist gently, with a graceful and swaying posture.

The corners of their eyes were filled with charm, their long sleeves were flying, and the sky was intertwined. After a while, they tied the grass dragon tightly.

...

Carved stones as tigers!

Jin Wuming took out an elaborately carved stone tiger, landed to survive, screaming, and his voice shook the whole field.

"Slaying evil, take my Wu Song's punch!" The big fist hit the head, fast and fierce.

Before the tiger could perform his crime, it was punched and kept in place.

...

The colorful opera master has treacherous techniques and various tricks, recreating folk legends.

Zhuang Ke is hiding behind the scenes, like Erlang Shen in the world, with ever-changing changes and endless means.

Water comes and soil comes and soldiers come and stop them!

For a moment, various techniques of change intersected back and forth in the air, and you and I went back and forth!

Until the end, Jin Wuming held a colorful scarf and turned into a galaxy in the air and fell down.
Chapter completed!