Yao Ting has retired and does not participate in competitions, just practice casually by herself. She is now a supernatural person, and it is too bullying to compete with ordinary people.
However, she did not drop out and is still in class today.
"Xiaoting hasn't adapted to the fact of being a supernatural being yet, so I think she's a bit at a loss," Yao Min said.
"The previous life goal may have changed. Sister Ting hasn't found a new goal yet. It's normal to be confused." Xia Yan said.
"I can't do this, Xiao Yan, you have to help sister Ting, and you can't let her waste her talent. If the devil really crosses the border, it will be very dangerous if she is not ready!" Yao Min said to Xia Yan seriously.
"Have you told Sister Ting?" Xia Yan asked.
"I said it, but she didn't care at all, she was so anxious!" Yao Min said.
"Then let me try." Xia Yan said. Although Yao Ting has practiced Bajiquan since she was a child and has also fought in competitions, she has never had real combat experience, and she has adapted to the rules of the competition. If she encounters a real fight, she may suffer a big loss. She really needs to retrain of.
"Then you must persuade her!" Yao Min worried.
"Understood." Xia Yan said.
When Yao Shigu came out of the studio, it was already lunch time. After dinner, Xia Yan chose a piece of emerald, took the ten titanium alloy balls that Han Yidao carved these days, got on the self-balancing car, and carried Xiaojun to Sihe University.
The hundreds of catties of flesh of various hell creatures he left behind, these good things must of course be used by his own people. wxya
Just after leaving the antique market, someone stood in front of him. Xia Yan stopped the car, looked at the guy in his early twenties, and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"
"You shouldn't use supernatural powers on ordinary people!" This young man had a righteous face, a tall and straight figure, and a good face and facial features. Unfortunately, like Zhao Qiang, he had too many pimples, which ruined his temperament.
"What did you say?" Xia Yan frowned, it turned out that the other party was a supernatural being.
"You just blew up the tires of a taxi with your supernatural ability. It's very dangerous, and it's easy to cause a car accident and hurt people." The young man said seriously: "Brother, although we supernatural beings have abilities, we can't abuse them. Otherwise, it would be too unfair to ordinary people, and it would be easy to expose yourself, maybe we have organizations like the Dragon Group and the Secret Service Group in Huaxia, and they will come back to dictatorship you when the time comes!"
Xia Yan smiled. He was basically sure that this young man was a supernatural being who just came out to roam the rivers and lakes. Otherwise, even the environmental sanitation team would not know about it, and he was still speculating about the existence of the dragon team. This is similar to the state when I first came to Rongdu, but the self at that time was much more carefree than him.
"That's it?" Xia Yan didn't have much hostility towards this young man, but wanted to chat with him a little more. After all, we are not ordinary people, and it is fate to meet him.
"This matter is really serious. Although the speed of the taxi is very slow, just in case, the people in the car have families, and it will cost a lot of money for others to change the tires. Besides..." The young man chattered endlessly, deeply Deeply exposed his Tang monk attributes.
"But the people in the car are following me and my apprentice." Xia Yan interrupted him.
"Ah?" The young man was stunned, apparently not expecting such an antecedent, thought for a while and said, "But the driver is innocent..."
"Then what do you want to do? You're not a policeman, so you can't control me?" Xia Yan asked with a smile.
"The police don't have evidence, so they definitely can't control you. But the so-called power comes with great responsibility. Now that I have seen it, let me punish you!" said the young man.
"What?" Xia Yan was a little dazed, he thought this young man was a Tang monk, he would turn on the nagging mode to persuade himself, who knew that the style of painting changed too fast, and he would be punished when he talked? Is this pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, or is he really full of sense of justice, and wants to represent the moon to fight for justice
"This is on the street, you don't want to fight here, do you?" Xia Yan asked in surprise.
"I don't know how to fight." The young man shook his head.
"Aren't you a supernatural being? Why can't you fight? How can you punish me if you don't know how to fight?" Xia Yan asked. He thinks this person is very interesting, and he doesn't seem to be a bad person, but he just has too much sense of justice.
"My abilities are not for fighting." The young man shook his head.
"Then what can your abilities do?" Xia Yan asked.
"I call it 'lockdown,'" said the young man.
"Confinement? What do you mean?" Xia Yan became more and more curious.
"That's it." The young man raised his right hand, facing Xia Yan with his palm, his eyes flashed, and Xia Yan felt his mana stagnate, it seemed to become sticky and difficult to flow, and the mana in the magic tower was like jelly , seems to have lost its vitality.
"What kind of ability is this?" He was taken aback, and quickly chanted in a low voice, only to find that the speed of mana condensing was more than ten times slower than usual.
"You are so strong!" The young man was no less surprised than Xia Yan. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, he raised his left hand again, and the light in his eyes flashed again. This time, Xia Yan was shocked to find that the mana in his body had really stagnated. Even if he chanted a spell, he could only mobilize a negligible amount, not even the level of a magic apprentice.
"What did you do?" he asked angrily.
The young man's face was pale. In the early winter season, large beads of sweat kept rolling down his face, showing signs of loss of strength. He smiled wryly and said, "My ability is a sealing ability, um, now your ability is already gone. Locked up by me!"
"Damn it!" Xia Yan's face changed drastically. He never expected that in the bustling streets and the bustling crowd, he would encounter the biggest crisis since he became a necromancer.
I have been accustomed to powerful power for a long time, but when I suddenly cannot use it, the sense of security disappears, and a sense of crisis floods my heart like a tide.
"Master, what's the matter with you?" Xiaojuan asked quickly when he realized that something was wrong with Master.
"Who the hell are you? Who hired you?" Xia Yan didn't answer. He stared at the young man closely and asked sharply. Several passers-by were startled, turned their heads to look, and walked away again. .
"You can call me Shackle." The young man replied, and sighed again, "You are really strong, I used all my abilities to seal your power, and I can seal ordinary abilities with one hand. There are more than a dozen! But you are too strong, my seal won't trap you for a few days!"
"Unlock the seal, or I will kill you!" Xia Yan was furious, and a titanium alloy ball was already sandwiched between her two fingers.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine. You're too strong. I can't seal your power forever. Of course, you didn't do too much. I won't seal you forever. With your power, I'm afraid three You can break the seal by yourself." The young man shook his head and said.
"It's useless to say these things." Xia Yan took a step forward, struck him like lightning, and punched him in the face, sending him flying and falling two meters away.
so weak
Xia Yan was surprised. Could it be that this guy is really the same as he said, except for the ability to seal, he doesn't have other combat abilities
Seeing someone fighting, many people around stopped and quickly gathered around, ready to watch the excitement.