Super Great Fortune Teller

Wang Qian frowned.

"It seems that this ship is more complicated than I think." Wang Qian touched his chin.

"What's going on? I just felt the ghost

At this time, Wang Qian heard a sound of footwork coming from the stairway.

It was the old man playing chess on the first floor. He was thin. With a beard hanging directly down to the chest, it looks like an immortal, just like an old gentleman in the world.

Wang Qian walked towards the lower class for the first time.

Now he doesn't want to reveal his identity. These people are too weird. Wang Qian has dealt with many schools in Kyushu.

Only did not see the ship so strange people, everyone's body with a layer of light ghost gas.

"Where do these people come from and what do they do?"

After coming to the lower floor, the monks here are much more normal than the upper floors.

At least Wang Qian can see that some people are lazy and some people are still complaining.

"What's the matter? I've been floating on the boat for nearly a month, and I haven't found anything..."

"If you water lingcao at will here, the bones will rust if you go on like this..." Said a chubby young man.

He wore a modern casual suit, and his accomplishments should be about six grades.

Another guy beside him said, "be careful, don't talk nonsense. Once the elder knows, or hears that there are good fruits to eat!"

"What can I do if I hear it? It's boring..."

"It's better to go back to that island to absorb those ghost Qi and practice Kung Fu just floating aimlessly."

"Ghost spirit?"

Wang Qian's heart moved when he heard this.

Now in Kyushu, there is Xuanmen as the first sect to suppress. There are few heretics who dare to set foot in Kyushu.

This guy said that the practice of ghost Qi and the skill must have something to do with the heresy.

Wang Qian had already walked towards the two practitioners.

When the two men saw Wang Qian approaching, they immediately shut up and looked at him warily.

Among them, the chubby practitioner who just complained had hostility in his eyes.

Wang Qian waved to him and said, "brother, I'm here with the elder of my school. I have no place to sleep at night, so I just walk around in the boat at will."

"What's the name of this Taoist friend?"

Wang Qian is very polite.

The little fat monk looked at Wang Qian coldly. "Boy, if you want to live your life, don't walk around in the cabin at will. It's really disturbing the practice of those big people. You can't afford the consequences."

"It's a good ending to die and die. Maybe those seniors will turn your soul into a spirit lamp and take out your seven spirits to refine on the spot!"

Wang Qian didn't pay attention to this guy's words.

However, when he said that he would draw out seven spirits, Wang Qian's eyes suddenly flashed a touch of essence.

The monk was drawn seven spirits, leaving only three spirits in his body, becoming something similar to a walking corpse.

Before, Kyushu did not, or very few people would use this method.

"No, I walk very lightly, two brothers..." Wang Qian wants to collect more information.

The two practitioners didn't want to talk to Wang Qian, so they had to turn around.

At this time, Wang Qian quietly took out a bottle of pills.

It's a small tonic pill refined by Xuanmen. It's about four grades.

A burst of danxiang diffused out, and the two practitioners' steps stopped immediately.

Wang Qian saw that they stopped, and his eyes were full of success.

"Well, what can we do after so many days on the boat? I still have so many pills. Maybe I can't finish them. In case I arrive at the fair What should we do? "

The two men took the spacewalk to slide in front of Wang Qian.

Among them, the little fat practitioner said with a smile, "my friend, do you want to sell this pill?"

Wang Qian took his pills back and said, "I don't really want to sell them. I have this pill If there is too much noise, I'm afraid it will disturb those masters who practice in the cabin... "

The fat friar was stunned. He didn't expect that Wang Qian was such a vengeful guy.

"Don't rub your hands and smile at him," he said

"Just now, I was really kind to remind you that you didn't know about this ship. Before that, several people went out and walked around at will. Being displeased by the guests in the No. a room, the man directly took out the seven Spirits of the monk... "

"That scene Well, not to mention how miserable it is... "

If other people hear this, they are likely to be afraid and dare not ask more.

However, Wang Qian didn't care at all. Even if he revealed his identity, he forced to fight with these old guys on the ship.Although some old guys can escape a few times, Wang Qian can also get the clues he wants.

But Wang Qian didn't want to do that thankless thing.

"Oh? Tell me more about it

After Wang Qian said this, he took out two pills from the bottle.

One was given to the friar with a slight fat figure, and the other to the friar with pockmarks on his face.

After they took the pill, they became more enthusiastic.

Wang Qian knew that the friar with a chubby face was Bao Xing.

The monk with pockmarked horse face is called Shen Qi.

Bao Xing sighed and said: "this Taoist friend, you don't know that there are several places you can't go on this ship. One is the top floor!"

"The practitioners there have never come out, but many old monsters in the cabin respect him very much. Second, it's the "a" floor

"On the" a "floor, that is, the second floor on the deck of the cabin, there live some old monsters with sharp temper and strange manners. These old monsters have the most cruel means..."

Bao Xing mentioned here, his face is still a little pale.

"I know a friar because I want to be curious. I want to have a look in the private room of the brand a, but I was killed by one of the old monsters in an instant!"

"A finger! A finger on the inborn level of the strong, he immediately lost the ability to resist seven soul, was the old guy directly dragged out! And then "Swallow" Bao Xing mentioned here with a face full of panic.

Wang Qian slightly frowned, can instantly kill the congenital level of the strong? The old man should at least reach the level of the elder.

But when the realm of the elder is reached, people's image will change a lot. Even a thousand year old monster looks like a seventeen or eighteen year old.

"You mean that old man looks very old?" Wang Qian frowned.

Shen Qi said: "of course, Bao Xing saw it with his own eyes!"

"The old man's hand is like a dead tree branch, and his skin is like a wrinkled bean skin..."

"And how did you get on board?" Wang Qian looked at the two people in front of him in doubt.