Ye Wuya looked towards Yang Fei.
Yang Fei smiled and said, "Brother Ye, let them witness the true methods of a cultivator."
Ye Wuya laughed heartily, activated his mana, and conjured a basketball-sized fireball with a wave of his hand.
The crowd's pupils narrowed; they had seen magic tricks in this world, but with their eyesight, they could naturally tell that Ye Wuya's method of conjuring a fireball out of thin air was by no means a magic trick or an optical illusion.
For just now, there was unmistakably a convergence of power elements in the void.
The fireball hovered a meter in front of Ye Wuya, who said, "This is the Fireball Technique, a skill that can be cultivated and controlled by a Qi Refinement cultivator, but this fireball should be sufficient to deal with cultivators of your level. Who wants to test the power of this Fireball Technique?"
The crowd's faces darkened, and a trace of seriousness appeared in their eyes.
