Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Chapter 281 Promote Chinese Culture
I saw Feng Ling move his hands forward, and immediately there were more wind elements forming a strong wind, and many airflows formed dense wind leaves.
The blue-white wind leaves directly formed a river of wind leaves, like a long dragon coiling around the wind spirit. Finally, under the guidance of the wind spirit, the long wind leaf dragon flew out and collided with countless light shuttles.

"Let me go, this wind spirit Bai Mo is too awesome! Why is my little Flame Fairy so different?"

Mo Fan shouted, he originally thought that he had Flame Fairy, and the fire element was almost like Bai Mo, but now it seems that Little Flame Fairy may not even be able to catch a sneeze from Wind Spirit.

"You are only at the level of a general, Fengling is about to approach the commander-in-chief." Jiang Yu raised his chin and said.

"Whatever you are proud of is not yours."

"I am also the commander." Jiang Yu's lips curled up slightly.

He was actually hit by him. Mo Fan gritted his teeth and said, "Old Zhao, get me 200 million summoning resources! Anyway, I just made a fortune recently."

On the stage, seeing how powerful Fengling was, the two female members of the Beautiful Country couldn't help but numb their claws. Boblin also looked ugly. Sky Flame Funeral was already his most powerful magic, but it was useless. He didn't know what else he could do. Do something.

The deep gap made him fall into uncontrollable anger, "Hit me!"

Shouting fiercely, he waved his arm and struck with a fiery fist.

The two female team members did not dare to disobey his order and immediately attacked.

However, the mid-level magic could not block the wind spirit. The wind spirit threw out a wind belt, which easily smashed the fierce fist and violent waves, and the remaining power was still on the three of them.

The surging wind was like a dragon waving its tail. The three of them could not resist, so they followed in the footsteps of their two teammates.

At the end of the game, Boblin came to the Kyushu team and handed him the national medal. The eyes are already somewhat adoring.

He admitted that the country that came to them before did not actually have a particularly strong government. This complete victory would always be overthrown by other powerful countries that came one after another, but this was still faster than they imagined. And it was defeated by the Chinese government, which was not very optimistic.

"We lost. We will change the words on the wall panel back. We apologize for our previous arrogance. You guys are much stronger than we thought." Boblin gradually recovered and apologized seriously.

The attitude of the people on the American team was very direct, not as unacceptable or outrageous as expected.

It can be said that the attitude is completely different from the beginning.

Bai Mo didn't care about this. This respect was what the beautiful country should give, but the insult should not be accepted in vain.

He picked up the national medal and looked at it twice before handing it to Boblin.

"This is the modesty I taught you. Frame it. We don't lack a badge."

After finishing speaking, Bai Mo finally put a smile on his face. He glanced at the team members behind him who had expressions of relief, and he chuckled lightly,
"Let's go."

After defeating the U.S. National Pavilion, the group stayed here for a few days as usual, waiting for the instructor's next arrangement.

As the most economically developed city in the beautiful country, no one dares to claim the first place if its prosperity is second.

Everyone dispersed, and Bai Mo grabbed Mu Nujiao who was about to go back to practice again.

"Why are you pulling me?"

"Don't always be immersed in cultivation." Bai Mo was a little helpless. Along the way, Mu Nujiao spent most of her rest time practicing.

"I'm just afraid of leaving you too far behind."

Bai Mo was startled. He really had no choice about this. If the plug-in could be shared, he wouldn't be stingy, but unfortunately he couldn't.

He pursed his lips and said in a consultative tone: "Then you should take a proper rest and just hang out with me."

"Where to go?" Mu Nujiao did not hesitate.

"Just take a walk, I heard the Central Park here is pretty good."

As an international metropolis, Nuoyue has many interesting places, but most of them are difficult to enter without identification. Like going to a musical on Broadway or something.

This city is full of high-rise buildings, and there are very few low-rise houses in the urban area where they are.

New people are joining the workforce on the road, and beautiful national flags can be seen everywhere. The buildings are clean, but the streets are littered with garbage from time to time, and there are even homeless people lying on the ground.

Walking along Fifth Avenue, with the foot power of a high-level mage, it didn't take long to reach Central Park. In the midst of the modern street scene, I suddenly broke into the green green, which was very refreshing.

There were many people walking dogs in the park, and some were walking underage demons. Bai Mo took Mu Nujiao's hand and walked slowly.

The fresh wind blew in the deep forest, carrying a little bit of water vapor. Most of the people coming towards them would focus on them, including men, women, old and young.

"Looks like we're very popular."

"Narcissism."

"Be brave enough to admit your own excellence."

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"Why don't you say anything?" Bai Mo tilted his head and glanced at her, "Are you feeling inferior?"

"You have low self-esteem." Mu Nujiao said angrily.

The road ahead gradually becomes wider, and a small square appears in front of you. Behind the square is a wide small lake, which gives the breeze in the forest wisps of water vapor and coolness.

But Bai Mo's eyes were not on the clear and calm lake, but on a small whirlwind gathering not far in front of them.

The small whirlwind lifted up and rotated the few leaves around it, as if it was pulling people to dance.

Bai Mo felt that they were missing a main dancer, so he handed his phone to Mu Nujiao, "Help me take pictures."

A word that made no sense came out of her mouth, leaving Mu Nujiao scratching her head. Then she saw her boyfriend happily jumping into the not very big whirlwind.

I saw him lowering his waist and raising his hips with a calm look on his face. He picked up a long and thin branch from somewhere in his hand.
Then, in the swirling whirlwind of fallen leaves, his whole figure slowly moved, flowing naturally and steadily. The branches in his hands moved slowly with his movements, sometimes pointing forward, sometimes slanting, sometimes horizontally, and sometimes upward.
If you look at it as a whole, the branches are almost drawing circles, and Mu Nujiao's face is full of black money. Isn't this the Tai Chi sword that the old men like to play in the square!

However, people always like to watch the excitement, not to mention a handsome guy doing things in a decent manner.

The first people to gather were a few people with Asian faces. When they saw Bai Mo gently dancing the branches, and the surrounding wind leaves also flowing with his movements, they couldn't help but have a slightly subtle expression.

Someone has already started doing what Bai Mo asked Mu Nujiao to do, which is to videotape and take photos.

Following Bai Mo's actions, more foreigners gathered and couldn't help but talk about this scene.

"What is this mage doing?"

"He shouldn't be a mage. I didn't feel the magic aura."

"how do you know."

"Because I'm a mage."

"Is this really Chinese Kung Fu! I wonder how they can stop so many dangerous monsters!"

But as the number of people increased, the whirlwind lost its power and slowly landed, but Bai Mo had almost finished his attack.

He raised his eyebrows at Mu Nujiao, "How about it? Have you recorded it? He's so handsome."

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Mu Nujiao didn't know how to describe it for a while. This was so ridiculous. She couldn't help but smile on her face and said softly:
"Have you had enough fun?" "Not yet."

"You can use magic."

"That's so boring."

Shaking his head, Bai Mo took back the mobile phone she handed over and continued to urge:
"Tell me, are you so handsome?"

"Sand sculpture."

"Huh?!" Bai Mo looked at her with wide eyes, and then pointed at the people watching around him, "You have no vision."

"Do you think they're here to see the handsome guy?"

"..."

Bai Mo stopped talking, his eyes flashed with light, and he quietly cast a musical magic.

"Ahhh, so handsome!"

"Cool~"

Immediately, there were screams and exclamations from the surroundings, as if they were idiot fans seeing their idols. Then he said, "Listen, the people's eyes are sharp."

"Boring." Mu Nu rolled her eyes at him.

"Okay, okay, you are interesting, you are amazing."

Bai Mo said, and continued to walk forward with her, circling around this small lake whose name he didn't know the name of. The two walked out of the park and found a restaurant to eat.

Food is something that takes time to find and accumulate. This place is prosperous, but it's a pity that there is nothing delicious.

Before the ordered dishes were served, a scream shattered the restaurant glass, and then a sound like a galloping horse was heard, and panic spread almost instantly.

"What a bummer."

Bai Mo curled his lips and looked along the floor-to-ceiling windows that were actually smashed by countless hailstones falling from the sky. He saw that the streets were full of potholes and filled with broken ice, and more hailstones continued to fall endlessly, large pieces one after another. Large swaths of hail covered the neighborhood, each one about the size of a fist.

Cars were parked on the street, their steel bodies dented in large chunks, and their sirens kept blaring. It was unclear whether the people inside were okay.

The eyes were full of mess, and people kept coming in with broken heads and blood, and they looked at the hail outside that was falling like a natural disaster in fear.

"Clap clap clap clap!!"

The hailstones were getting bigger and bigger, like a hail of bullets, and people kept hiding in, making the restaurant extremely cramped.

"What's going on?" Mu Nujiao frowned, "Are there mages fighting in the sky?!"

Suddenly, a chill hit Bai Mo from all directions!

This kind of coldness is a kind of spiritual intuition. Whenever life is in danger, the cells that turn around react like this instinctively!

Bai Mo smiled slightly, showing his small white teeth, and said nonchalantly:
"The man seeking death is here!"

As soon as he finished his sentence, he saw a faint spatial ripple emanating from his body. At this moment, dozens of long ice picks flew from different directions. They had only one target, and that was Bai Mo.
The incoming ice pick was so fast that the trajectory was almost invisible. It stabbed wildly, but it hit the spatial ripples he sent out.

The sound of clicking was heard all of a sudden, and the powerful ice picks all shattered, as if they were eggs hitting a stone.

More ice picks were coming, trying to smash the restaurant into pieces. Bai Mo snorted coldly and fixed his eyes on a man wearing a hooded blue coat in the icy rain on the street.

He was about to use magic to protect this place, but he heard Mu Nujiao scolding:

"Kunzhilin-Senhai Huge House!"

Then countless silver-green vines were seen growing and clinging to the walls of the restaurant, protecting the restaurant in an instant.

"I'll stay here." She said calmly.

"it is good."

Bai Mo nodded immediately, and his figure appeared on the street in a flash. When he saw him coming out, the man in blue hood said strangely:
"I underestimated you, you are quite capable."

"Black Church!"

"I actually saw it, so let me make you understand."

The hooded man in blue said arrogantly, but at this moment, Mo Fan and several people came running next to him, and they heard him shout: "I'm here to help you!"

"Hahaha, it's up to you!"

The hooded blue-coated man made no secret of his contempt for Mo Fan. He glanced at Zhao Manyan and Mu Ningxue who were brought over by Mo Fan. In an instant, a large hailstone as big as a basketball fell towards them.

"Don't worry, you are all going to die, but you two unrelated people, you'd better retreat."

Mo Fan and the others saw that hailstones as big as basketballs were coming, and even the mage's body couldn't resist them, so they had to disperse in a hurry.

And above Bai Mo's head, even bigger hail fell!

"wind!"

Bai Mo's eyes suddenly turned blue-white, and the biting wind roared around him in the blink of an eye. The huge and chaotic airflow blew away all the hailstones that hit him.

"Qianyuan Wind Domain!"

"Origin Wind Domain!"

Opening his hands, the two wind domains were instantly released, and a battle robe made entirely of wind appeared on Bai Mo's body. The whole person is suspended surrounded by wind elements coming from several kilometers around, as if he is the master of the wind!

The wind elements continued to gather like sparks of fire. A little bit of the attacker, the ice domain in the blue hood, instantly formed a prairie fire. The two wind domains supported by countless wind elements instantly untied the streets. Violent hail.

"How is it possible! How can you have a field!"

The man in the blue hood exclaimed in disbelief, but as a former temple mage, he also reacted quickly. He adjusted his mentality with just one sentence and sneered:
"As expected of a noble son of a noble family, but do you think that as the executioner of the Black Vatican, I only rely on one field?"

As he spoke, a strange light formed in his eyes almost instantly, impacting towards Bai Mo's spirit.

"Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue, guard the intersection."

Bai Mo ignored the man's words, and even ignored his spiritual attack. He had already formed a feud with the Black Church and would not let him leave.

"Let you taste my spiritual attack!"

"Soul-Eating Demonic Sound!"

After explaining his words, he felt that his soul-protecting wind was gone. Bai Mo looked at the man in the blue hood, raised his hand and tore out countless strings. The strings gathered into five long claws and penetrated the blue hood with a snap of his fingers. In the sea of ​​man’s spirit.

"Ah! Music system!"

A scream of pain and deformation came from the mouth of the hooded man in blue. His mental power was not as strong as Bai Mo's. Now being attacked by the sound magic that was blessed by Bai Mo's fifth-level mental power, the sea of ​​​​spirit seemed to be shattered in an instant, violently The pain spread throughout his body, and his head seemed to explode.

(End of this chapter)