"Even the night curfew has been cancelled. This is going to be an all-night assessment, and you can also play some tricks by yourself. No wonder there are so many people participating, and there are not enough assessors. I'm afraid those who know the news

, they all came here to join in the fun!"

On a street in the capital of Da Cang Kingdom, Zou Heng was sitting behind a table, looking at the brightly lit streets with people coming and going, and couldn't help but think so.

At this moment, he has been dressed up, and has a fake beard on his face. His figure has also shrunk slightly under his own control, making him look less conspicuous, and there are people on his body who have blessed him.

Breathing Technique, on the surface, he looks very ordinary, and there is no sign of any cultivation on him.

In front of him was a stall selling paintings on the street. It was equipped with pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Behind him were several paintings that had already been painted. The paintings seemed to be quite simple, but the outlines were lifelike and the style of the paintings was impressive.

Very realistic.

Naturally, there is no way to compare this level with those of the great masters, but the style of this painting is obviously quite special, and it also attracted some people's attention, and some people stopped to look at it.

Zou Heng dealt with these people asking about prices. His main attention was on the people among the crowd, those who were obviously sorcerers. But because these paintings were quite special, he actually made two deals.

Two paintings were sold.

However, compared to the people who gathered around to look at the paintings, Zou Heng's main attention now was still on the warlocks, especially after he noticed that there seemed to be warlocks from a certain school who were competing against the warlocks who were participating in the magic test.

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Those warlocks who participated in the genre assessment were basically all dressed up in disguise. There was one who was dressed as if he was selling dolls, carrying a small box, and ran to a warlock to sell them.

His behavior immediately aroused the warlock's vigilance. After a verbal exchange, the two of them each used some tricks in secret, and then separated from each other.

However, before each of the two took a few steps, they had already launched the same methods they had used on each other during their brief contact.

The sorcerer who pretended to be a puppet seller held a puppet in his hand and began to mutter something while walking forward.

On the other side, the warlock who had just come into contact also slowly placed his left hand on his chest, pinched a magic formula in his hand and began to cast a spell.

But the next moment, the warlock's footsteps suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face became a little frightened, because he found that his body could not move at all. The hand that was pinching the magic formula quickly let go involuntarily, and then he

His steps began to retreat, and he started walking backwards.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of some people, and many people looked at the warlock who suddenly walked backwards, and they all made way for him.

"The spells of the curse school are quite powerful!"

When Zou Heng saw this scene, he couldn't help but take a closer look at the warlock who was holding the doll in his hand and mumbling something, and watched the other person's actions.

This is a mutual test, so even if the warlock is attacked, his life will not be in danger. At most, he will be teased. If it is a little more serious, he may be slightly injured, and that's it.

Next, Zou Heng saw the controlled warlock starting to dance among the crowd. His movements were very stiff, and he was obviously being controlled. Even the smarter ordinary people around him could see the clues.

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Under the gaze of everyone, the warlock's face had turned red. He wished he could find a hole to crawl in, but he had no way to control his body. Most of the spells he mastered were difficult to cope with his current situation.

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Finally, under the gaze of the people around him, the warlock couldn't help but get angry.

His body, which was still dancing, suddenly trembled slightly, and then a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, the warlock regained control of his body, and immediately after the control was released, the warlock immediately launched a counterattack.

He put one hand on his chest to perform the sutra, stamped his right foot on the ground, chanted two mantras in his mouth, and then shouted "Get up!"

Following his voice, the sect warlock who was not too far away suddenly let out an exclamation, and then his whole body seemed to be held by an invisible rope, which directly hung him upside down.

Get up, three or four meters above the ground.

This scene made the ordinary people around them turn their attention. Next, they saw that the body of the man who was hung up was suddenly thrown up in the air, and a series of exclamations came from his mouth.

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While fighting back at the sorcerer of the incantation sect, the sorcerer also took out a red rope from the satchel around his waist and threw it out.

The rope seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand and was tied to the curse sect warlock who was hanging in the air. The other end was tied to the beam on the side, and then the warlock turned and left.

When Zou Heng saw the exchange between the two, he picked up the pen in front of him, quickly wrote down some content on the paper in front of him, and then put it away.

Then, Zou Heng stood up, walked up to the incantation school sorcerer who was hanging from the beam, and cast a spell to put him down.

The sorcerer of the curse school looked a little depressed when he saw Zou Heng. After opening his mouth, he finally said thank you.

Zou Heng didn't pay much attention to him. After putting him down, he left the street. He turned to another street, and then changed his image again, becoming a random passerby, and then followed

He picked up a few warlocks because he had discovered that there were warlocks from the same genre dressed in the same disguise and had targeted those warlocks.

Not long after, a very inconspicuously dressed warlock suddenly picked up a spell in his hand and ran forward quickly.

When he ran to the warlocks, he pounced forward. Even though the warlocks had already raised their vigilance, the warlock of the school still used his method to hit each of them on the back of their heads.

Everyone slapped him in the face. Under the angry eyes of several people, the body of the warlock suddenly split into several parts and ran in different directions, shouting at the warlocks to chase him.

This method is quite familiar. Qi Sheng used similar methods before. However, after seeing the other party using such methods, Zou Heng was thinking about the warlocks of this school. He was really a bit tongue-tied.

broken.

Faced with several warlocks from different schools who were running away in different directions, those warlocks did not catch up despite being angry in their hearts.

Because they know very well that they have no way to tell which one is the other person's true identity. If they are separated, they may encounter danger if they catch up, which is totally not worth the gain.

But they were actually a little reluctant to endure this for no reason. After all, they were provoked by others on their own initiative and were slapped by others. How could they endure it so easily? Besides, this kind of thing can only be tolerated for a while.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. The more I step back, the more I think about the losses. If I can get my position back, I should get it back immediately.

Therefore, although the few people did not catch up, they were still vigilant, and secretly used some methods on themselves, waiting for the other party to appear in front of them again. After all, they did not catch up just now, and there was a certain possibility that the other party would come again.

To provoke them.

Zou Heng watched all this silently from behind. He knew that the preparations of these people were not in vain, because the warlock who ran away just now did come back again, and it seemed that he was preparing to continue to provoke these people.

The other party used the same trick again. When he ran to those warlocks and slapped them on the back of the head, Zou Heng couldn't help but shook his head at the warlock of that school. This warlock still had no experience and had provoked the other party once.

If you continue to provoke those warlocks, the risk is higher than the first time. At the very least, you should try it in a different way. But in the end, you continue to use the same tactics. This is just causing trouble for yourself.

Seeing the warlock reaching out to slap one of them on the back of the head, and then quickly retreating, he found that his palm seemed to be firmly stuck to the body of the warlock. Zou Heng knew that the other person would not be able to leave.

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Sure enough, after the warlock of that school found that his hand was stuck, he anxiously wanted to throw it away, but found that his palm was stuck to the other person's skin. Even though he used force, he even pulled it away.

The opponent's skin pulled out an exaggerated arc, but he still couldn't break free from the restraints.

Among the warlocks, the others had already reacted and each had used their own methods.

A warlock quickly stretched out his hand and slapped the school warlock on the forehead. The body of the school warlock immediately started to shake and looked dizzy. The other two warlocks next to him simultaneously took out several bags from the satchels around their waists.

, quickly put the style warlock inside, and then someone took out some cloth strips from their bodies, and several people quickly tied the style warlock inside, and tied it into a big cloth ball.

After they were tied up, they quickly made a hole in the cloth ball so that the warlock of the genre could make sounds and breathe air. Then, one of them kicked forward and pulled the big ball.

The ball was kicked towards the street ahead.

The cloth ball started rolling, and the screams of the warlock of that school suddenly rang out in the street. When they heard this sound, the warlocks laughed very happily. Zou Heng, who was watching the fun, also laughed happily at this time.

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Chapter completed!