Looking at the group of people who were instantly enraged by Zhang Munian again, Mu Yunhao couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat for Zhang Munian.
Not only did Zhang Munian often gain a lot of hatred, but he also gained a lot of enemies. Wasn't he afraid that someone would put a gunny sack over him and beat him up?
"It's not magic."
Mu Yunhao explained again. This time, he took out a space talisman from his body. "Look carefully."
As soon as he finished speaking, a coffee table appeared in Mu Yunhao's hand. For martial artists, it was easy to pick up a coffee table with one hand.
Seeing a coffee table that was about two meters long suddenly appear in Mu Yunhao's hand, everyone couldn't help being startled.
The coffee table was so big, and Mu Yunhao didn't have any other tools other than a talisman in his hand. This wasn't something that could be done by magic at all.
