Super Great Fortune Teller

"Well, that's just a fluke for you!" Wang Zhen's face turned ugly. He was Wang Qian's elder martial brother, and he went to Taiyi school to study arts for several years. If he couldn't even fight Wang Qian, how could he have the face to come out?

"Yes, maybe it's a fluke today?" Wang Qian said with a smile.

"Well, I'll wait until you win!" Wang Zhen couldn't hang on his face. After he snorted angrily, he and Xuan Zhangzi passed each other.

All the masters of the southern school were angry, and Song Qing said: "originally, we just thought we would not lose, but master Wang from Taiyi sect was also arrogant. If we lose today, the taiyimen and even the northern faction will be more arrogant in the future! "

"Yes, today, in any case, we should frustrate their spirit!"

As the saying goes, "there are three cobblers. But are they better than the two of us? "

"It's different. Everyone in Taiyi is really extraordinary. It's better to be cautious..."

A group of people have different opinions, but Song Qing asked Wang Qian, "what's Master Wang's opinion?"

"I don't think so. I have a lot of insights." Wang Qian said with a smile.

"Oh? It seems that Master Wang is sure to win. " Everyone laughed back, and the scene was very happy.

Only boss Zheng has a strange face. Many of the southern school masters are old enough to be his uncle. How can they be surrounded by a 20-year-old little hairy?

Is this reliable or not

Under the leadership of boss Zheng, Wang Qian and a group of masters strolled around the huge manor. At first, people were still in high spirits, and their opinions were constantly high. But when they got to the back, they were all speechless and dignified.

"This..." The group of masters looked at each other, all the way down, they were still the same as last time, they could not see any way.

Fengshui here is specially designed, and there is no problem in every place. On the contrary, it is a rare gathering and Transportation Bureau. Even if they work together, they may not be able to create such a perfect Fengshui grand Bureau.

If we can't see the problem, how can we solve it?

Many masters are in trouble one after another. It's even more embarrassing to hear boss Zheng ask: "masters, do you have a way this time?"

"This..." Even Song Qing began to be vague, let alone other people.

But then Wang Qian said, "it's almost dinner time. Let's have dinner first."

"But we are not very hungry..."

"Let's get to the bottom of this first."

"Master Wang, we really have nothing to worry about."

All the masters refused one after another, some of them were still a little displeased. They are racking their brains, but you only want to eat?

"Are you not hungry?" Wang Qian asked this question at the beginning.

They all shook their heads, but Wang Qian said, "I remember right, you didn't have breakfast when you came. But now it's lunch time, but you don't have any appetite. Don't you think it's strange? "

"Oh?" Indeed, master Han Fei murmured: "master Lin Yi..."

"Is this also because of the influence of the Qianji bureau?" Someone inquired.

"Yes, the thousand machine bureau changes nine times a day, but it's just a general concept. As a matter of fact, the frequency of the thousand machine Bureau here is changing too fast... " Wang qianning frowned and said, "go and have a rest. I want to go around by myself."

"Well, all right." Although Han Feilin and others were curious, they still went to dinner with boss Zheng at Wang Qian's command.

As for Wang Zhen and Wang Qian, Wang Qian ignored them and walked alone in the manor.

As he just said, the Qianji Bureau here is quite different from that recorded. In the miscellaneous chapters of Chunyang Wuji Gong, there are nine changes in a day, and each change has a regular length of time.

But the Qianji Bureau here has changed twice since he came in.

Just after Song Qing and others left, Wang Qian felt that the Qi here had changed again. But this time, it didn't affect his mind or body.

"I don't know what the change is this time." Wang Qian is sitting in a pavilion. Because of the pure Yang Wuji skill, the influence of this thousand machine game on him is very weak, so if it is not a particularly obvious change, he can not determine the effect of the influence.

Wang Qian didn't run around. He just sat on the bench and felt the air flow around him.

There is aura in heaven and earth, and the so-called aura is actually composed of Qi, dead Qi, evil Qi, Yin Qi and Yang Qi. Of course, the proportion of these kinds of energy is also affected by geographical figures.

For example, in the jungle, there is more vitality. In some cemeteries, death is more prominent. Yang Qi is the most abundant at noon, and Yin Qi is more vigorous in the early morning.

There are few places in the world where energy is completely constant. But in this manor, there is only a subtle difference in the proportion of these kinds of energy. And every time it changes, the proportion of that energy changes.

For example, when they enter the door, it is the most powerful evil spirit at that time that affects their mind. And then it's anger, so they don't feel hungry.And now

"Dead breath?" Wang Qian frowned tightly. He could clearly feel that in the flow of energy around him, death occupied a large part.

Death Qi and evil Qi are generally harmful to human body. Evil Qi can affect the mind, while death Qi can directly affect the body and kill life. Light is serious disease, serious is direct aging death, such as dead wood.

At the moment, although the breath of death has not reached the point of death, it has already had a great impact on the human body.

It seems that the mystery of Qianji bureau is to control the proportion of energy in the Bureau. But these energies are very rich. How did they come from? What's more, how to change and crack it?

Wang Qian continued to deduce in his mind, but he still had no clue.

At this time, a shout came from the distance: "Master Wang, Master Wang! No, master Songqing can't do it! "

It was Han Feilin.

"No!" Wang Qian got up in a hurry, and he forgot that although the death had no great influence on ordinary adults, Songqing was old enough to kill him!

Wang Qian quickly ran to Han Feilin. When he was less than ten meters away, his head suddenly became heavy and he almost fell down.

When he quickly mobilized his inner breath to suppress the dizziness, Han Feilin, who was not far away from him, had fallen to the ground.

"This is..." Wang Qian looked around and felt chilly.

This seems to be the invasion of Yin Qi, but Wang Qian knows that this is actually the dead Qi that has been strong to the extreme!

What's the matter? It's still relatively stable. How did it break out?

Such a strong sense of death, even the healthiest adults, but also absolutely half an hour!

Not daring to think about the reason, Wang Qian quickly walked up to Han Feilin and closed all the acupoints around him with silver needles. At the same time, he crossed several channels of Yang Qi to help him resist the sudden explosion of death.

The change is based on the geographical situation.

But when he came, Wang Qian had already asked the situation of the manor. Two hundred years from now, there was no war on this land, nor was it a place of scorching sun and extreme shade. It was so common that it could not be more common.

But in such a place, how can such a strong dead air burst out? To know that energy is not born out of thin air, everything must have its source.

And the source of death What is it?

In his mind, Han Feilin on the ground has been awake for a long time.