Chapter 1355

"Yes, although a square is a little small, it can hold a lot of small things."

Nodding, Lin Fan smoked a cigarette: "Damo, I happen to have a baby with almost the same function as you."

"What? Do you have space bags, too? "

Stupefied, Dharma exclaimed, "how can this be possible? Space bag is a magic weapon. I have the whole Tantra. "

"Come on, hold this jade for me."

From Xu Mijie, he took out a piece of jade that had to be held in both hands. Lin Fan indicated: "by the way, you should have seen guns. I gave you a handful of desert eagles to play with. I almost forgot that I had to give you bullets."

If he was surprised to see Lin Fan take out the jade out of thin air, then after Lin Fan took out the desert eagle and a long line of bullets, Damo felt that his world view would collapse.

How much volume is needed to hold such a large underground object?

When Lin Fan changed the jade and Desert Eagle away, Dharma came back to God: "benefactor, how big is your space bag?"

"It's not big. It's only six sides."

Sighed, Lin Fan melancholy way: "the thing that can hold is still too little, recently thought how can increase the volume to pack more things."

It's just six directions. It's just

Dharma felt that his heart had been hurt by 10000 points. His space bag had only one square. Now Lin Fan's six squares are six times his.

My God, what else does he show off and fart.

"Don't get upset. There's nothing to be proud of."

Looking at the dull faced Damo, Lin Fan joked, "is there anything else that can prove your identity? If you have something, take it out and have a look. If not, wash it home and go to sleep."

"Benefactor, you are forcing me to act seriously."

He rolled up his sleeves, and Dharma rubbed his hands: "since you have space magic weapon, OK, benefactor, have you ever heard of magic?"

"How can your Buddhist disciples know magic

Dharma's words really made Lin Fan curious: "let me have a look, what's your magic?"

"Benefactor, please look at my palm. The moment to witness the miracle will be later."

Holding out the index finger of his right hand, Dharma motioned, "don't blink, come on, walk."

Whew a, the index finger out of a throw light blue flame, in the night wind swaying constantly. The palm is left and then right, and the flame on the index finger is also left to right.

"Benefactor, this magic skill was taught to me by my dead Master. I can master the whole Tantra alone."

Taking back the flame, Dharma sighed: "this is my biggest secret. Please keep it secret for me, benefactor."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, because he saw Lin fan holding a flame in his right hand, which was dozens of times that of the flame on his index finger.

"How, how can you spell?"

Having no idea what to think about, Dharma felt his liver hurt: "benefactor, are you magic?"

Magic is so mysterious that he was taught by the Lama by luck. Now what he sees on Lin Fan's face is relaxed, as if using magic is not a matter for him at all?

My God, who is going to save his worldview? What he saw is totally different from what he experienced before. More precisely, it's beyond his tolerance.

"There's no need to be upset. I can spell, and it's OK."

Holding the flame in his right hand, he threw the stone in front of him, and the stone immediately burned into slag. Then a group of water flew to put it out, and the white smoke rose slowly.

"Fireball, ice rain."

Looking closely at a black beach on the ground, Dharma was stupefied: "how can one practice two different kinds of magic arts?"