The best eye

Chapter 4002 Leaving the swamp

The power of the Dao has dissipated, and Wang Feng can't absorb it at all. In this case, it is meaningless for Wang Feng to stay in this place, so he put his eyes on the middle-aged man and said: "Your life is worthless." I will not take it, the seal I imposed on you will slowly disappear, and when the seal completely disappears, you will be free again."

While speaking, Wang Feng turned around and left here. He didn't have any deep hatred with this middle-aged man, so Wang Feng didn't need to kill him.

Wang Feng already felt very embarrassed after taking away the two light groups above his head. If he killed the other party now, Wang Feng would feel that he was a heinous villain.

"asshole!"

Hearing Wang Feng's words, the middle-aged man cursed loudly, but Wang Feng had gone far away, so he couldn't hear Wang Feng even if he said anything.

I thought I could practice in this place for a long time, but Wang Feng did not expect that the power of the great way here would dissipate so quickly, and it has become an area without the power of the great way, so Wang Feng naturally has no It is necessary to continue to stay in this place.

"I've been staying in this place for such a long time, isn't this magic fortune teller still waiting at the edge of the swamp?" On the way back, Wang Feng suddenly thought of magic fortune teller.

When he came in before, he asked the magic operator to wait for him outside the swamp. Wang Feng hadn't gone out for such a long time. If the magic operator was still waiting, he would be very impatient.

Wang Feng has already made up his mind, as long as this magic operator is still waiting outside, at worst, Wang Feng can give him a elixir that contains the power of this great way.

This guy really likes this elixir, as long as he is given what he wants, no matter how big his opinion is, he probably won't relapse in front of Wang Feng.

It's just that Wang Feng was obviously thinking too much. How could this magician have such patience to wait for him in this place. After all, Wang Feng was not his wife, so he naturally left here long ago.

So when Wang Feng returned to the edge of the swamp, he didn't see the fortune teller at all. This guy had already left the place.

"Damn it."

Seeing this scene, Wang Feng couldn't help shaking his head. He thought that the magician would always be waiting for him outside, but now it seems that he really thinks too highly of the magician.

I'm afraid this guy has already left this place long ago, right?

The eyes of the sky opened, Wang Feng was looking at where the magic operator was, and after looking forward for about five breaths, Wang Feng saw the magic operator.

This guy has started the business of helping people calculate again, and at this moment he is helping someone calculate, with a look of magic stick on his face.

"Master, I don't know what I should do to turn danger into good luck?" In front of the divine fortune teller was a monk who was only at the blood saint level.

A monk of this level naturally dare not show the slightest disobedience in front of this magic operator, and even has a respectful face.

Because he came here to ask the fortune teller for help, so naturally he had to be respectful.

"Simple, give me another hundred pills, and I will tell you."

Hearing the other party's words, the magic operator's ability to deceive people came again. He just opened his mouth and said something that made this blood saint level cultivator feel desperate.

One must know that this time he asked the magic fortune teller to help him, it would be considered bankrupt, but what he didn't expect was that the magic fortune teller's appetite was so big that he was still not satisfied.

Now let alone ask him to take out a hundred pills, even if it is ten, he can't get it together.

"What's the matter? You dare to come to me to calculate without any goods in your pocket. Do you know that the price I sell is very expensive?"

"Master, I really can't get that many pills now, so if you give me another year, I will definitely get them for you."

After all, he was only a monk at the level of the Blood Sacred Realm, and it was not so easy to get the pill, so he said that the one-year deadline was actually a muster of courage.

"One year?"

Hearing this, the fortune teller stared at him, and said, "Do you know how many people come to me for calculations? A year's time is thanks to your words."

"God operator, you have already forced others to this point, why don't you just tell him the answer he wants to know."

At this time, Wang Feng's voice suddenly appeared in this void. This magic fortune-teller really drove him to death, and even Wang Feng couldn't stand it anymore.

This cultivator at the level of the Blood Sacred Realm obviously couldn't produce so many pills. Even if this magic fortune teller is so fierce now, what's the use?
"You bastard is finally willing to come out."

Hearing Wang Feng's words, the fortune teller let out a loud shout, really a little angry.

When Wang Feng went in before, he clearly said that he would come out soon, and asked him to wait outside for a while, but what he didn't expect was that this Wang Feng didn't abide by the agreement at all, and he didn't come out for a long time after going in. , and there is no news at all, he waited for such a long time in vain.

"They can't produce so many pills anymore. Even if you are greedy for money, you should still abide by the minimum duty of a businessman, right?"

"Tch, my business is originally one willing to fight and one willing to suffer. Since he wants to come to me, he must be prepared for this, or you will help him out of the hundred pills?"

Hearing the words of the divine fortune teller, this cultivator at the level of the Blood Sacred Realm immediately set his sights on Wang Feng like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

It's a pity that although Wang Feng can't stand the style of this fortune teller, he won't help this blood saint level monk.

After all, there are a lot of these [-] pills, and Wang Feng doesn't know this little cultivator at the blood saint level, so why should he help?After all, he is not a great benevolent person.

"You don't need to say such words to provoke me, I won't give this medicine."

"Since you're not going out, then don't disturb my business here. Every delay is a great loss to me."

"It seems that you don't want the benefits of my place. If that's the case, forget it."

While speaking, Wang Feng turned around and was about to leave, which made the fortune teller's expression change, because he didn't know what Wang Feng meant by saying this.

"Wait." At this moment, the fortune teller stopped Wang Feng.

"It's easy to want the benefits in my hand. You send him away, and then I will give you the benefits."

"Forget it, you just need to go to your uncle, he will keep you safe." Now that Wang Feng has already said that, if this magic fortuneteller is still entangled with this little cultivator at the blood saint level If not, I'm afraid he won't get the benefits from Wang Feng.

So at this moment, he can only tell this person the truth, and then send him away.

"It's that simple?"

Hearing the words of the divine fortune teller, the monk at the level of the Blood Sacred Realm showed disbelief on his face.

He originally thought that the fortune teller would tell him something earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods, but he didn't expect that he would seek refuge with his uncle?

"It's not that simple. Don't you think that God will be kind enough to keep you safe?" The fortune teller sneered, and then said: "As long as you follow your uncle closely in your whole life, then you will be safe all your life."

"Ok."

(End of this chapter)