Chapter 15

"How about it? I'm not qualified to challenge you! " Small dance head up, a proud appearance, toward the leaf Zhiqiu waved a small fist, the appearance is quite lovely.

Ye Zhiqiu kneaded his temple with pain. He thought that he would try his best to win the competition after he threatened the third junior. Who knows that this guy is a big horse, and he actually lost the same as the original.

Sure enough, some things are unchangeable.

"It's OK to have a contest. If you take my move, you won't be affected. Even if I lose, how about it?" Ye Zhiqiu said in the old God. Fight, he can hammer. It is estimated that if we really fight, we will lose faster than Tang San.

"Are you sure you'll take it?" Little dance blinked and asked.

"Um ~" Ye Zhiqiu nodded definitely.

"Here we are. What is Qiuge's martial spirit? I must see it clearly this time."

"I think it has something to do with the eyes. You see, the pupils of Qiuge's eyes are red, and there seem to be tadpoles crawling in them..."

Wang Sheng and others were talking curiously.

"God does not have tadpoles crawling..." Ye Zhiqiu's face was black, and he thought it was time to correct his name for his writing wheel eye.

Slowly down from the bed, ye Zhiqiu walked a few steps to the corridor, stood still, and said to the little dance not far away: "Ye Zhiqiu, the spirit of martial arts writes wheel eye, congenital full of soul power, please advise."

"Write lunyan?" Tang San frowned. Is this a Qiu's name? What does it mean?

Wang Sheng and others are not too surprised this time. They are already surprised too much today. At this time, even if a new working student says that he is born full of soul power, they will not feel strange.

Maybe, maybe. Congenital full of soul power already rotten street? They thought bitterly.

The little dance laughed and said, "I have already introduced it just now, so I won't introduce it. Let's start. Let me see what you can do

Ye Zhiqiu was not polite. His eyes narrowed, and his mind moved slightly. A mysterious force shrouded the past towards the little dance. It was spiritual power, invisible and immaterial. If there was no special means, it could not be found.

To put it bluntly, the low-level illusion is to confuse the other party with one's own spiritual power, while writing lunyan is a kind of medium, which can make the mental power play a more effective role.

Xiaowu saw Ye Zhiqiu just standing there, but there was no movement. It was strange. Didn't you let yourself take a move? But when she saw Ye Zhiqiu's Scarlet eyes, she suddenly felt dizzy and in a trance.

She quickly shook her head, but found no effect, but dizzy faster.

Finally, the pupil of Xiaowu becomes dull, her eyes are blank, and she stands in the same place foolishly. She falls into the illusion made by Ye Zhiqiu.

Looking at the controlled little dance, ye Zhiqiu is relieved. In fact, he didn't know whether his wheel vision illusion had any effect on this 100000 year old rabbit. It was totally gambling. At present, the effect was good.

The state of the little dance is not quite right. All the people present can see that Wang Sheng and others secretly admire him. Qiu Ge is Niu Bi, and a look in his eyes subdues the fierce little girl.

Since ye Zhiqiu's admission, Tang San has been observing Ye Zhiqiu's eyes carefully, trying to know how ye Zhiqiu's martial spirit works.

Unfortunately, until the dance was controlled, Tang San did not see any sign. On the contrary, he has been looking for a long time and always feels that his eyes are not clear, which makes him feel some palpitations.

Ye Zhiqiu looks at Tang San with a smile. Because he wakes up the reason for writing lunyan, his spiritual strength is much stronger. Tang San stares at his eyes, and ye Zhiqiu naturally feels it. However, do you want to see through the naked eye my role in writing wheel eyes? Too naive.

"Xiao San, what kind of dance do you want to see? Or you want to go up and jump together Ye Zhiqiu looks at Tang San with a smile. Although his lunyan writing may not work for Tang San, he doesn't know.

From Tang San's expression, we can see that Tang San is still a bit of a counsellor.

"Er... I think the dance of the porter last time was very good..." Tang San was stunned by Ye Zhiqiu's surprise and unconsciously said what he said in his heart. However, after that, he regretted. But words can't be taken back.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Tang San strangely and said, "you are a thief..."

Tang San scratched his head with embarrassment.

Wang Sheng and others gathered around at this time, "brother Qiu, I've opened my eyes today. I know what killing with eyes is..." a child about eight years old excitedly said.

Wang Sheng "pa" of a took his forehead, "can talk, what is murder? You're not afraid the college teachers will hear. This should be called Wang Baqi. Brother Qiu subdues people with a look in his eyes! "

"Yes, yes, brother Qiu is very powerful..."

these children said one by one, and ye Zhiqiu was a little elated and embarrassed to listen.

"Come on, don't make any noise. The girl is going to wake up soon. I have to hurry up and let him jump for a while Ye Zhiqiu pushes aside the crowd and finds a bed to sit down. He controls the changes of the dreamland and makes the little dance dance dance a pure land of bliss.The flexibility of the body is very good, very suitable for dancing. Under the control of Ye Zhiqiu, her various movements are handy and her posture is incomparable.

For the first time, Tang San and Wang Sheng and others were staring at this interesting dance.

Ye Zhiqiu enjoyed it with relish. It's very special to see his brainwashing dance in this different world.

However, I am probably the only one who uses the illusion of writing wheel eyes to confuse others to dance? I don't know if master ban knew this scene, would he climb out of the coffin in anger? Ye Zhiqiu laughed at himself.

After a short time, Tang San and others seemed to have a little bit of unfinished business after the little dance was finished. Even they had an impulse to go up and twist a few paragraphs. What's the damn sense of rhythm?

Ye Zhiqiu smiles and looks at Wang Shengji, who is shaking his legs. These guys are brainwashed a little fast. If you want to give them some music, can you directly turn the sky?

Sure enough, some dancing fires are not unreasonable.

Seeing that he was almost playing, ye Zhiqiu went up and patted the shoulder of the little dance. The simplest way to crack the low-level magic was the effect of external forces.

Ye Zhiqiu gently patted the little dance, but he was still in a trance.

"You lost ~"

looking at the smiling little Zhengtai in front of her, she was stunned.

Looking at Ye Zhiqiu's small hand on his shoulder, the little dance is a little confused, so he lost? I don't know what happened.

Hi, I'm so angry!

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