In the spacious hall, two distinguished guests arrived.
One man and one woman.
The woman wears a high ponytail and has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. She is beautiful and sassy.
Probably because she took off her red armor and put on a fiery red star-sand skirt, Meng Feixue lost a bit of elegance and became a bit more glamorous.
Sitting on a chair next to her was a middle-aged man.
He was wearing a green shirt and looked elegant.
A pair of white hands were folded quietly on her legs.
The strangest thing is that his eyes are wrapped by a black veil. Could it be that he is blind?
When Qin Mo entered the hall, he was first attracted by Meng Feixue.
It must be difficult for people to turn a blind eye to this woman who is as beautiful as a flame elf, right?
Although Meng Feixue was beautiful, she only attracted Qin Mo for a moment.
The next moment, his eyes fell on the middle-aged man.
"Death-killing Realm?"
Qin Mo could sense the other party's powerful aura without even trying to detect it.
Looking down, Qin Mo quickly noticed the middle-aged man's hands.
These hands are so meticulously cared for, even more delicate than those of ladies who stay at home.
These hands seemed to have never experienced war.
Then, there was the black gauze wrapped around the other person's eyes, which made Qin Mo feel a little curious.
At the level of the life-threatening realm, even if you are blind, there are ways to cure it.
He must not be blind.
Since he is not blind, why should he wrap his eyes with black gauze?
This mysterious middle-aged man made Qin Mo feel a little uneasy.
"Qin Mo, you are indeed here at Zhulu Pavilion. I was worried that you would return to Fulong Sect."
Seeing Qin Mo's appearance, Meng Feixue suddenly beamed with joy.
She even stood up and took the initiative to greet him.
He looked like he was seeing a close friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and he seemed overly enthusiastic.
What a cool person she was when she was in Taiwei's Mansion?
Meng Feixue like this makes people feel a little strange.
Qin Mo was stunned for a moment. He originally stepped out with one foot, but when he saw Meng Feixue's enthusiasm, he was frightened and took his foot back again.
"Ahem..."
The middle-aged man coughed twice, as if to remind Meng Feixue to control her emotions.
Meng Feixue looked a little embarrassed, and then she realized that she had scared Qin Mo.
"Is this the person you're talking about?"
The middle-aged man "looked" at Meng Feixue.
"Yes, that's him."
Meng Feixue nodded.
"It doesn't look like it?"
The middle-aged man groaned.
The conversation between these two people was simply confusing.
What is he?
What doesn't look like it?
"Meng Feixue, what's going on?"
Qin Mo frowned, a little unhappy.
Meng Feixue calmed down her emotions and said seriously: "Let me introduce you first. This is Instructor Wang Yi from Black Dragon Camp on Dragon Island."
There are four major organizations on Dragon Island, namely: Black Dragon Camp, Qinglong Camp, Red Dragon Camp, and White Dragon Camp.
Each organization has approximately dozens of disciples and several mentors.
Meng Feixue is a disciple of Black Dragon Camp.
And this blindfolded middle-aged man is the mentor of the Black Dragon Camp.
"Ahem...be more precise, he is a great mentor."
Wang Yi corrected.
The great instructor, the leader of the instructor group, knows a little bit about everything.
"Mentor of Dragon Island? What do you want from me?"
Qin Mo was even more surprised.
"I heard that at a young age, you already have the power of mind at the life-threatening level? Are you also proficient in the use of various mind arts?"
The blindfolded man turned his head and stared directly at Qin Mo.
Qin Mo glanced at Meng Feixue and knew that she had revealed the news.
"I have indeed practiced some mental skills, but I only know a little bit about it. Compared with a real master, I am still far behind."
Qin Mo said modestly.
"Hey, young people don't have to be modest. Feixue has seen your telekinesis before. With his early cultivation in the Dao Palace, he can erupt with life-threatening telekinesis. I'm very curious, is this true?"
Wang Yi sat on the chair, his clean and delicate hands slowly reached into his sleeves and took out a long wooden box.
The wooden box is very exquisite, engraved with complex and highly precise patterns, like a work of art.
Click!
He opened the wooden box and found a row of throwing knives lying quietly inside, seven in total.
The flying knife is only one finger long, and its entire body is dark and dull.
To be collected in such an exquisite box must be some extraordinary magic weapon.
However, these flying knives do not have any spirituality. If you want to control them simply with magic power, you cannot use these flying knives.
The only way to control the flying knife is through telekinesis.
"These seven flying knives are all forged from star-sea heavy iron. They are as tough as the Taoist tools themselves. The only regret is that they cannot use magic power to control the knives."
Wang Yi said calmly.
Iron falling from the sea of stars is a kind of falling rock from the sky.
This material is very rare.
At the same time, Xinghai Shentie also has its advantages and disadvantages.
The flying knife in this wooden box is forged from the top-grade Xinghai sunken iron, and can even penetrate the body of the Taoist artifact.
Unfortunately, these flying knives do not have a blessing formation and are difficult to control with magic power.
"Come on, show your telekinesis."
Wang Yi knocked on the wooden box.
The meaning is obvious, let Qin Mo control these flying knives with his mind.
"Qin Mo, don't underestimate these flying knives. The sea of stars is as heavy as a mountain of iron. Each of these flying knives weighs more than 10,000 kilograms. You may not be able to control it."
Meng Feixue reminded.
"Why should I show my telekinesis?"
Qin Mo's face was gloomy.
The other party didn't explain his purpose, so why should he be treated like a monkey?
"Don't wait, I'll tell you when the show is over."
Meng Feixue was a little anxious.
"I have something else to do and I'm not interested in playing with you."
Qin Mo turned around and left.
"Since you are unwilling to take the initiative to show it, then it will only offend you."
Wang Yi was still sitting on the chair, his whole body motionless.
But the flying knife in the wooden box turned into a cold light and shot towards Qin Mo.
The other party's move also made Qin Mo a little annoyed.
"Well, since you want to see me perform, you have to pay some price."
Qin Mo snorted coldly.
The radiating cold light suddenly stopped and stopped in front of Qin Mo, as if frozen.
"interesting."
A smile appeared on Wang Yi's lips.
Swish, swish, swish...
But at this moment, the remaining six flying knives in the wooden box flew out at the same time.
These six flying knives did not fly towards Qin Mo, but all shot towards Meng Feixue.
"You kid..."
Meng Feixue's pretty face suddenly changed.
Wang Yi also jumped up and said in shock: "To be able to control seven flying knives at the same time is indeed a life-threatening level of telekinesis."
Then he changed the subject and sighed: "Unfortunately, even so, you are still not qualified."
When the flying knife approached Meng Feixue, it instantly froze in mid-air, apparently controlled by Wang Yi's telepathy.
A look of disappointment suddenly flashed across Meng Feixue's face.