Super Great Fortune Teller

"Bet?" Wang Zhen looked at Wang Qian's face and hesitated.

At this time, Wang Qian began to add weight.

"If I can't save him, I'll give you all my money. If I can save him, you just stand where you are and let me beat you three times." Wang Qian said.

Wang Zhen turned his mouth and said, "Wang Qian, you are so boring. Money? Do you need your two coppers? Don't think everyone is as greedy as you. If you can't save him, get down on your knees and say, "elder martial brother, I'm wrong, and you have to give me the position of the leader."

Wang Zhen immediately thought of what he wanted.

"What if you lose?" Wang Qian said.

Just as they were talking, Han Ping closed his eyes and breathed faintly.

"I lost?" Wang Zhen turned his eyes and said. He saw that Han Ping on the ground seemed to have completely lost his breath, and his heart was more determined to say: "if I lose, you can handle it."

"Well, if you lose, I'll let Han Ping slap you three times to let you know how bad your medical skills are and how blind your eyesight is." Wang Qian heard Wang Zhen agreed, immediately said.

"Wait! Since there is a bet, there must be a ceremony, a bet, a bet, a bet, a bet, a bet, and a high five as an oath. " Wang Zhen tried every means to delay time. The more time he delayed, the better it would be for him.

Han Feilin heard that the two brothers were still bickering. Seeing that Han Ping was almost out of breath, he said urgently: "Master Wang, grandfather Wang, please, let's cure it quickly!"

Wang Qian gives Han Feilin a reassuring look. Even if his heart is burning, Han Feilin has to endure for a while.

Wang Zhen is walking towards Wang Qian step by step. His pace is not slow. He has a good calculation. As long as he delays for a few minutes, Han Ping and Hua Tuo will not be able to be saved.

Looking at Wang Zhen's slow pace, Han Feilin's heart is full of Wang Zhen.

Finally, Wang Zhen came to Wang Qian's body, and they hit each other three times, which was the completion of the bet.

Wang Qian saw a look of panic in Wang Zhen's eyes after he clapped his high five as an oath. When Wang Qian looked back, he saw Han Ping, who was lying at the mouth of the well, staggering and standing up, his chest no longer undulating, and his eyes were all white without pupils.

Wang Zhen retreated more than ten meters away, and his eyes were full of sarcasm. At this time, Han Ping was dead, and it was only an hour before he became a zombie. Thinking that he could get the position of the leader of the mysterious gate so easily, Wang Zhen was just in a dream for a moment.

Wang Zhen said to xuanzhangzi: "elder martial brother, when I get the seal of the leader of Xuanmen, I will give him to the leader of Dayi. In this way, Dayi will become the orthodox Xuanmen. No one can say the root of Dayi."

Xuanzhangzi was also very happy at this time. His eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "it's rare that younger martial brother Wang is dedicated to the school. Don't worry. I'll give you some good words in front of the headmaster when I go back."

Although Xuanmen has declined, and even only Wang Qian is left, the name of Xuanmen is coveted by Dayi.

Looking at Han Ping who is shaking his body to stand up, boss Zheng only feels that his legs are softer, as if he stepped on cotton. He can't stand and sits on the ground. At this time, he has regretted to find Wang Qian. If Wang Qian doesn't come, he can live a few more days. When Wang Qian comes, it seems that he can't get through today's difficulty.

Wang Qian has no time to answer what these people think.

He has already felt that the vitality in Han Ping's body is weak, and there is little left. If he doesn't do it again, I'm afraid that Han Ping will really become a walking corpse.

"Lao Han, hold Han Ping's waist, I'll hold him first."

Han Feilin heard Wang Qian's words, did not neglect, immediately came forward, holding Han Ping.

At this time of Han Ping, strange force infinite, a little bit of a earn move to get rid of Han Feilin.

Han Feilin only felt that his body lost its center of gravity, and then fell more than ten meters away, at the foot of Wang Zhen.

The corner of Wang Zhen's mouth showed a sarcastic look: "Han Feilin, as I have said, Wang Qian is a liar. He suffered a loss."

Han Feilin didn't pay attention to this guy. He couldn't beat Wang Zhen again. He simply looked at Wang Qian's direction.

Han Ping attacks Wang Qian with his rigid arm. The rigid arm seems to have endless power. Between waving, there is a terrible wind.

Wang Qian is faster. Thanks to the improvement of his eyesight, Han Ping's attack can always be seen by him one step ahead of time. Wang Qian dodges Han Ping's attack and is looking for opportunities from time to time.

He bit his finger, a trace of pure Yang breath of blood dripping on the ground.

Boom!

Han Ping's claw lunkong, hit the ground, the ground hit a shallow hole.

Wang Qian seized the opportunity and stepped on the arm Han Ping wanted to lift.

Because Han Ping had no way to bend his legs, he was lying on the ground. Wang Qian came forward and drew a dingsha sign on Han Ping's forehead with his bitten finger.Han Ping is there.

Those watching from a distance were stunned. If it wasn't for knowing Wang Qian and Han Ping, those feng shui masters almost thought they were shooting a zombie movie.

Wang Qian gave up all thoughts and communicated with Wu Xi Zhu. At this time, Wu Xi Zhu had been thoroughly refined by Wang Qian, and a breath of closeness came from Wu Xi Zhu.

Wang Qian controls the five breath bead in his hand and presses it on Han Ping's neck.

With Wang Qian's control, Wu Xi Zhu absorbed the dead Qi in Han Ping's body, and the original reddish brown Wu Xi Zhu turned into pure black.

Watching Wang Qian control Han Ping, Wang Zhen's face is very ugly. It seems that things are different from what he thought. He doesn't know what wuxizhu is. In his opinion, there is nothing to restrain zombies in this place. No matter how skillful Wang Qian is, it's hard for a skillful woman to cook without rice.

Even xuanzhangzi's face was not good-looking. It seemed that Wang Zhen was going to lose, but he was also aiming at Wang Zhen when he thought of losing. Even if he was beaten by Wang Qian, it had nothing to do with him, so xuanzhangzi relaxed a lot.

Five minutes later, Han Ping lay on the ground and suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood.

"Cough!" Han Ping opened his eyes. By this time, he had regained consciousness, but he was a little weak.

As Han Ping's health improved, the scene began to reverse.

Han Fei ran over in a hurry.

Then he knelt down to Wang Qian, who was standing beside him, and was stopped by him.

Qingsong and a dozen other feng shui masters immediately came to Wang Qian's direction and said, "Master Wang Qian is really a god like means!"

"Master Wang Qian, you must come to my house when you have time."

"Master Wang Qian, there is nothing to sit in his family. One of my little daughters is more beautiful than a movie star. Why don't you get in touch with her?" What's more, they began to sell their daughters.