Super Great Fortune Teller

Han Ping lowered his head and looked guilty.

Wang Qian could not help sighing a little when he saw his performance.

He knew that Han Ping had tried his best, and others all bowed their heads one after another. This matter was a slap from Xuanmen.

Xuanmen high-level missing in Haizhou, many people have been informed.

I don't know how many people are watching the market in secret.

Wang Qian glanced at Xuanqi again and said, "Xuanqi, did you spread the monk's information? At this time, it is very likely that the monk is no longer in China. "

Xuanqi nodded when he heard this.

"Headmaster, it has been spread out, and the clues about the monk and martial uncle have been raised to 1 billion. There are a lot of bounty hunters who are already moving. "

"Well, go on looking for the monk."

"Also, if anyone finds the monk's whereabouts, it's better not to go there by himself, just tell me, I'll go and bring the monk back!"

"Break up!"

Speaking of this, Wang Qian got up.

Other people came out of the office.

The night is deepening.

The top floor of Fengshui Association headquarters.

This is Wang Qian's residence with luxurious round bed and high-end furniture.

The layout of the room is the same as the presidential suite in a five-star hotel, which is extremely luxurious.

However, Wang Qian just sat on the bed, his body disappeared for the first time, and he went into the five breath beads to practice.

At this time, the space of wuxizhu was nearly 100 times larger than when Wang Qian got wuxizhu for the first time.

Wang Qian has planted all kinds of herbs on the land ten miles around.

When Mo Cuicui saw Wang Qian coming in, she beat his back and pinched his shoulder.

Let Wang Qian also completely relaxed.

"Cuicui, I'm really worried about the monk now." Wang Qian sighed softly.

Mo Cuicui pinched Wang Qian's shoulder and said, "master, don't worry. I'm sure monk martial uncle will be OK. That guy's generous character can find his own world no matter where he is!"

Wang Qian heard Mo Cuicui's words and couldn't help laughing: "I hope so."

At the same time.

A suburb not far from Haizhou.

At night, there are many luxury cars in a luxury manor.

People who come and go are all wearing weird masks.

The men are all wearing expensive suits, and the women around them are extremely enchanting.

The license plate numbers of luxury cars come from different cities.

If you look from high altitude, you will find that there are many guard posts on several peaks near the manor.

All those security personnel have bright eyes.

From the perspective of the battlefield, a retired soldier is a retired soldier.

With two off-road SUVs parked in the manor, a man about 1.90 meters tall with a sack on his head was taken out of the car.

Behind the man was a man with a mask on his face.

The man went to the gate of the manor and took out a sign.

Seeing the golden sign, the people of the manor let go immediately.

Then someone came out to lead the middle-aged man to the main house of the manor. In front of the VIP elevator, the waiter bent down and said, "sir! Please

Said the waiter, with a look of great deference on his face.

"Hum!"

The man with the golden mask snorted and entered the elevator. His two bodyguards escorted the man with a cloth bag on his head.

The elevator went down for more than 50 meters until it reached a huge underground square.

At the moment of getting out of the elevator, there was a noise in the man's ear.

In front of the middle-aged man, another service staff appeared and said to him, "Sir, your private room is ready."

The middle-aged man nodded and entered the VIP box above the square.

At this time, looking down through the VIP box, you can see that there are lots of stalls and trading things in the square.

"The annual ghost market is getting more and more lively. This time I think the Wangs are making a lot of money. " Said the middle-aged man.

His two bodyguards just nodded and didn't dare to say a word more.

They know the temper of their boss.

The numerous stalls below are full of people, including those who trade magic tools, those who trade pills, and even those who trade some photos.

If anyone knows the goods, he will know that everyone in the photo is the goods to be traded.

"Good! The annual black market fight is about to begin! Please prepare your own slaves

"The Wangs are ready to open a betting channel for everyone. Everyone can start to bet!""There are three games on stage today!"

His voice fell, those people no longer go shopping, a rich all crowded to a big screen.

Eyes full of excitement, looking at the information on the big screen.

"The first game is the bloody chariot vs. the night devils!"

After the voice dropped, two people appeared on the big screen.

The man, nicknamed bloody chariot, is two meters tall and weighs more than 300 Jin. The strong man has a deep nose and broad eyes. He seems to be from a foreign country.

And another man, nicknamed night devil, is thin and small, only 1.7 meters, with dull eyes.

After all, the guy who dares to kill more than a dozen people didn't kill him before the game.

Only those who fight him can know that despair.

"In the second match, the martial monks fight against the descendants of xingyimen

It can be seen that the two men in the second group are all martial arts practitioners, and their spirits are very different. The muscle of the monk is even more exaggerated than that of the bloody chariot.

There was a murmur in the crowd.

"No?! This monk is the champion of last year. How dare he come back this year? "

"What's the point? All the money! You know, last year's champion prize was 500 million. He spent it so quickly! "

"What's the point? Give me 500 million, I can spend it for you in less than an hour! "

Obviously, the two people on the stage didn't listen to the comments.

All the players are in a special cage.

Just then, the door of the man's house with the golden mask was knocked.

One of the waiters said carefully, "Sir, are your slaves going to play today?"

The man with the golden mask gave a cold hum.

"Yes, let's arrange it for Scene 3."

When the waiter heard the middle-aged man's words, he was obviously in a daze.

"In the third game, it's Chen Tao, the Vampire Are you sure? "

"Sure, tell your boss, I'll fight like this."

"OK, I'll take two pictures of dezhannu right away!"

The waiter said that he was going to uncover the sack on the head of the war slave.

"Wait a minute!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice

By this time, however, he was late, and the waiter had opened the sack.