Super Great Fortune Teller

Violent flames exploded out in an instant, and a powerful shock wave accompanied the flames as it engulfed Wang Qian.

Although Liu Hao had already used up a lot of it, he still had half a bag of explosives which had exploded in this five hundred square meter stone room.

Boom! *

When the flames dispersed, the three of them who were subconsciously hiding behind the sarcophagus heard a loud sound, which was the sound of Wang Qian being smashed against the wall.

"Brother Qian!?" The monk scrambled as he ran over, and helped Wang Qian, who was dressed in shabby clothes, to stand up.

"Cough, cough!" His internal organs seemed as if they were about to shift positions and faint as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

But it was as if he heard a heavy bell sound, causing Wang Qian to immediately wake up, but the pain on his body still remained.

Wang Qian swallowed down the sweetness that was rising from his throat and said anxiously: "Let's go, the tomb is collapsing."

Liu Hao had detonated several explosives in a row and used tyrannical methods to clear the way to the main tomb. However, at the same time, it had also caused an impact to the structure of the tomb. In addition to the last explosion, the stones on the ceiling had begun to fall.

Han Feilin and Zhou Shen had also rushed over. Although Wang Qian looked to be in a sorry state, his eyes were bright and full of spirit.

"He doesn't even die?"

It had to be known that that was an explosive. At such a close distance, just the instantaneous burst of temperature was enough to roast a person. However, Wang Qian was still able to stand up, and looked like he was fine.

This guy … Was he really not a human?

"Cut the crap, hurry up and go." Wang Qian pulled the monk and rushed to the passage.

"But the passageway has been blocked by a stone door!" Zhou Shen followed along and shouted.

"Let's run first!" How could he still have the time to think about it? Wang Qian wished that he could grow four legs.

He raised his speed to his fastest, and soon, he arrived at the entrance to the tunnel. The stone door was still there, but the sounds of collapsing could be heard from behind him. The entire tomb was shaking violently, and it wouldn't be long before the entire place collapsed as well.

"What should we do?" Zhou Shen, who had caught up to him, subconsciously treated him as his backbone.

"What else can we do? Charge out!" Wang Qian pushed the monk away and started channeling his Pure Yang Infinite Technique.

Crackling sounds came from all the muscles and bones in his body. If it were bright, Wang Qian's skin would quickly turn red, as if he could get up at any time.

In reality, Wang Qian was already on the verge of burning. He activated the Yang Energy that he barely used, causing the strength of his body to soar in a short period of time. This was the most basic technique within the Pure Yang Infinite Technique.

But at the same time, the activated yang energy also caused the yang fire to burn up.

But at this time, he could no longer afford to weigh the pros and cons.

When his aura reached its peak, Wang Qian released a low roar that sounded like the roar of a beast, and his entire body shot out like an arrow that had left the bow. His true speed was actually comparable to that of a cannonball.

The tightly clenched fist was like an iron hammer, bringing with it an unparalleled force as it smashed against the half meter thick stone door.

BOOM!

Dust rose, and Wang Qian heard the sound of his finger bones shattering. Fortunately, the stone door in front of him shattered and was penetrated by his iron fist.

"What the f * ck!" Zhou Shen, who was behind him, was completely dumbstruck.

"Monk, you go first!" Wang Qian grabbed the monk and threw him out, then shouted at Zhou Shen: "What are you standing there for, wait for your death?!"

Zhou Shen then reacted, following closely behind the monk. The reason why Wang Qian stayed behind was because Han Feilin, who was behind him, was already lying on the ground.

"I-I can't do it anymore. You can leave." Han Feilin's entire person went limp, his intense fatigue making him unable to care about anything else.

Wang Qian thought about it, but still grabbed him and carried him on his shoulder. At this point, the shaking of the tomb reached its most intense point, and the passageway began to collapse …

"AHH!" When Wang Qian ran out of the second passage, he saw the monk in front shouting crazily, and rushing forward recklessly.

Beside them, boulders large enough to turn a person into a biscuit were pressing down one after another …

The South is a sentimental place.

The rainy season was depressing, and a few months of gloom had overshadowed the hearts of all the people. And in the middle of the summer, with the sun shining brightly in the sky and the rain blowing violently in the next second, the sky would change its expression as if it was flipping pages of a book.

It was not easy to reach the East Autumn season. From time to time, it would rain for a long time, continuing all the way until the beginning of spring.

It had begun to rain again today, and the wind was billowing the clouds, trying to crush the tall trees that grew well in the mountains. The dense rain was like a hail of bullets, hitting his face and causing a piercing pain.

"Brother Qian, how's your hand?" Because of the rain, which had become extremely humid in the hotel, Zhou Shen spent five thousand yuan to make the owner of the hotel shut up. At this time, Wang Qian had changed into clean clothes and was lying on the bed with a palm-sized flower pot.

The monk came in with a plastic bag of baked sweet potatoes.

Wang Qian put down the flower pot, clenched his bandaged fist and nodded: "It's nothing serious, after resting for three to five days, it should be enough."

After the《 Pure Yang Infinite Technique》 had reached the first and second stage, Wang Qian's healing ability had also increased quite a bit. In addition to the ointment he had concocted himself, it only took him a day to move his fingers.

As long as he did not use too much strength, it would take him at most a week to recover.

The monk put down the sweet potato. There was only Wang Qian and himself in the room, Han Feilin and Zhou Shen lived next door. The monk looked at the direction of the door and whispered: "My senior brother did not say anything, but that Master Han, seems a little strange."

After escaping from the tomb, Zhou Shen and Han Feilin looked at Wang Qian weirdly. After all, the ability that Wang Qian had displayed was not one that a human should possess.

Who could block a bullet? Who could be alive and kicking in such a close range of explosions? Who could shatter a half meter thick rock with a single punch?

He did not want Zhou Shen and Han Feilin to be too curious about him. After all, the《 Pure Yang Infinite Technique》 could not be made known to the world so early, and they did not have a good relationship with monk.

The sound of sirens outside the window, coupled with the sound of the rain that was almost about to shatter the glass, sounded urgent and irritating.

"This is not a good place to stay. Tell your senior brother that we'll leave today."

"Alright …"

That afternoon, after the rain stopped, the four of them went to the train station. Zhou Shen had already booked a ticket for everyone on the internet.

"Leave your portion with Monk. When we return, be careful not to leave too many traces." Zhou Shen instructed as he looked at Wang Qian with a strange gaze.

He was curious, respectful, and hesitant to speak.

"Mhmm, if I can't sell it, I'll just look for you." Wang Qian said a few polite words, but just as he was about to enter the stage with the monk, he was stopped by Han Feilin.

"Master Wang, this is my name card. If there's anything I can be of use in the future, feel free to instruct me. " Han Feilin smiled, with a hint of fawning.

"This …"

Seeing that Wang Qian revealed a difficult expression, Han Feilin explained: "You saved my life, and also have abilities that are higher than mine, so no matter what, I have to repay you right? Just treat it as giving me face? "

"Then... "Fine." Wang Qian accepted it in the end. If he wanted to be a good person in the feng shui realm, Han Feilin would definitely need to use it.

As the two of them walked in, Zhou Shen was still shouting, "Brother Wang Qian, next time when I have work to do, I'll look for you!"

Wang Qian replied without turning his head, "There won't be a next time."