Chapter 48 second quarter

This is Bailey, standing in the lightning, wearing a black tuxedo and a black top hat, pinching the brim of the hat with his right hand, with his back to everyone, like a god who can manipulate thunder and lightning. With a sound of "Tom", the current stopped suddenly, leaving only Bailey standing in the faint smoke, unscathed.He turned around, smiled charmingly at the audience, then took a step forward, reached out and grabbed the iron bars of the iron cage, the electric current was immediately triggered, Bailey's whole body was once again shrouded in a blue arc, and Bailey With a movement of his body, he quickly passed through the iron cage in a blue arc, as if he was just a person formed by electric current, and jumped down from the high platform without any hindrance.

Cheerful music sounded, and the showgirls on the stage cheered and surrounded Bailey. Bailey took off his top hat and bowed deeply to the audience. The audience had long been stunned by Bailey's appearance, until this time, exclamations, screams, and applause erupted into one piece. "Bailey! Bailey!" The audience couldn't help shouting in unison. The backstage warehouse was full of shouts for Bailey, which lasted for so long that many magicians could only shrug their shoulders with wry smiles. Bailey is Bailey.It appears Bailey has reservations in the preliminaries. Li Yi leaned over to Zhang Xian and said nervously, "Master, who is this Pele? What do foreigners mean by yelling this person's name together? Seems like a welcome?"

Zhang Xian said: "It's a way for foreigners to applaud. Bailey's opening magic just now must be very exciting." Li Yi was stunned, and said, "It's a pity we can't see it. How wonderful can it be? Will it be so popular? More exciting than yours, Master?" Zhang Xian smiled and said: "There is a sky beyond the sky! There are people in the sky! There is no end to the height of magic. Maybe we are climbing up all our lives, but we will never reach the end. This is why magic can continue to develop and exist forever in the world. s reason." Li Yi said: "Then there must be someone who stands taller than everyone else, right? There should be a king in magic, even if it's just for a while!"

Zhang Xian said: "There is no king of magic, only great magicians." Li Yi said: "Master, then you are a great magician, ha ha!" Zhang Xian smiled slightly and shook his head. Bailey's magic show continued, and several deafening cheers were enough to prove Bailey's great success. Bailey returned to the backstage amid applause. Although no media reporters appeared this time, other magicians came forward to congratulate Bailey, shook hands and hugged, and talked enthusiastically, because they had a premonition that Bailey would be the champion of this competition.

There was only Zhang Xian in the backstage, because the next contestant was Zhang Xian. He had already stepped onto the stage, standing quietly behind the curtain, waiting for the curtain to open. On the stage behind the curtain, there was nothing but Zhang Xian standing quietly in a gray robe with his hands behind his back. The emcee's voice echoed in the theater: "The following contestant, he was quite controversial in the preliminaries, and the judges couldn't score for a while, because the oriental magic he brought exceeded everyone's imagination, and it is impossible to become synonymous with him from now on! In the end, the judges gave the score second only to Pele, allowing this magician from the East to advance to the final! Let us welcome Zhang Xian, a magician from China, a mysterious country in the East!"

The curtain slowly opened. Amidst moderate applause and dazzling lights, Zhang Xian faced everyone in the audience alone, as if facing the whole world. Zhang Xian scanned the bottom of the stage deeply, with a serious and profound expression. As soon as the audience in the audience met Zhang Xian's gaze, they felt that Zhang Xian was looking at him. Many people's hearts jumped slightly. Why is this oriental man's eyes so mysterious? You can almost see through your own heart. Someone couldn't help fidgeting, and said to the people around him as if to relieve himself: "What is this Chinese looking at?"

"Yes! What is he looking at? What a strange look." The person beside him replied. Zhang Xian looked around slowly, then lowered his head. Without music, Zhang Xian just stood with his hands down, as if he was still. The theater was so quiet that one could almost hear the beating of a heart. Zhang Xian slowly raised his right hand, stretched it parallel to his chest, turned his palm upside down, and stood still for a moment. All of a sudden, Zhang Xian flicked his wrist, and saw a fist-sized fireball suddenly rise up, the flame was burning fiercely, floating above the palm. "Oh!!" The fireball that appeared at this instant made the people in the theater exclaim.

Zhang Xian raised his head, looked at the fireball in his right hand, turned his head to the left, and his left hand was raised in front of his chest just like his right.The left hand also shook, and a fireball of the same size as the right hand suddenly appeared! Zhang Xian raised his hands, and the fireball got farther and farther away from the palm of his hand, and it didn't stop until it floated above Zhang Xian's head, hovering in the air, hunting and burning. Everyone could see that the two fireballs were really suspended in the air, "Wow..." everyone let out a voice from their throats.

Zhang Xian lowered his hand, held it flat on his chest, and stared forward, causing the two fireballs to levitate for a moment, then Zhang Xian clasped his hands together and crossed his fingers. The two fireballs that were suspended in the air and remained motionless quickly closed together as if they were being pulled, and actually merged into a larger fireball. The lights on the stage were all turned off with a "bang", and it was pitch black, only the fireball was shining brightly, illuminating the small space where Zhang Xian was, making Zhang Xian even more mysterious. No one noticed that Zhang Xian's fingers were crossed, seemingly motionless, but in fact each finger was trembling violently and quickly.

The fireball slowly descended, landed beside Zhang Xian, and soon spun around Zhang Xian's body.Zhang Xian still crossed his fingers and did not move at all, letting the fireball circle around him. One circle, two circles, three circles, the fireball turned faster and faster, and finally the speed was as fast as a halo, enclosing Zhang Xian inside. The halo formed by the rotation of the fireball rose, left Zhang Xian's body, rose into the air, and continued to rotate at a high speed. Zhang Xian loosened his hands suddenly, separated his fingers, and with a "bang", the fireball above Zhang Xian's head exploded, but only a puff of white smoke rose, and there were no sparks flying around.

Even so, the judges in the front row raised their hands to cover them in panic, and then put their hands down in embarrassment after they were sure they were all right. There was no applause, and most people had already forgotten that they should applaud, because Zhang Xian's performance did not stop, and he walked quickly to the side of the stage after the fireball disappeared. A third of the lights were turned on, and the stage was shrouded in a dim yellow light. Zhang Xian started from the side of the stage, released a fireball from his hand within a few steps, lifted the fireball upwards, and then walked down quickly, nine fireballs were suspended in the air neatly and equally tall and short.