Super Great Fortune Teller

However, he has just finished the work of Tianhu, and Yin Su Su, who has been sleeping, suddenly wakes up.

This is the fox demon that Wang Qian brought out of Qingqiu state in Yunzhou. Under the tree of the five breath bead, he opened his eyes, and then his eyes burst out.

And this hair half black half white soul body, is also the first time to look up, looked at the direction of nine tail sky fox.

"It's you!" Nine tail sky fox sees this figure after, is Li drank a.

Before the evil spirit appeared in a flash, take a picture.

Bang! It's a big noise.

After Wang Qian came in, he saw this scene and saw Yin Su Su wake up.

Wang Qian's face also showed a happy look: "Su Su, you wake up."

But Yin Su Su didn't pay attention to Wang Qian. His evil spirit was very strong and shrouded in the evil spirit.

"Wang Qian, where did you find this ghost? Do you know who he is? " Yin Su Su looked at Wang Qian coldly and said.

When Wang Qian heard Yin Su Su's words, he also frowned and said, "this is the evil bone that Taiyi clan took out this time, the ghost in the evil bone."

"Do you know who he is?"

Wang Qian shook his head at Yin Su Su's words.

But at this time, Wang Qian also thought, this person, where he had heard of?

An Hongdou's mother was once taken away by a warlock with half black and half white hair. Thinking of this, Wang Qian exudes a terrible momentum. As the master of wuxizhu, Wang Qian has absolute control over wuxizhu.

Within the five breath bead, he gathered two arms formed by evil spirit and grasped the black robed man with half black and half white hair. Then, Wang Qian came to the evil spirit with a dignified color on his face.

"Do you remember saving a woman a few years ago?"

"Saved a woman? I don't remember

"Don't remember?! I'll call you to remember! " Wang Qian's eyes stood up, and then he took out his own Zhongkui sword, which sent out a fierce evil spirit.

Wang Qian controlled the evil spirit on Zhong Kui's sword and formed a long whip.

The evil spirit, whose hair is half black and half white, has no effect. It is just like losing soul.

"Forget it," Yin Su Su, a Nine Tailed Fox, raised her hand to stop.

Wang Qian took back his evil spirit whip.

"It's no use. It's just a wisp of his soul." Yin Su Su sighed.

An Hongdou's mother was once captured by a black robed man with half black and half white hair. Her disappearance was related to this man. Wang Qian could not let go of his obsession.

"Su Su, who is this man?"

Yin Su Su heard Wang Qian's words. He shook his head and said, "you'd better not know who he is, because you can't stir up the influence behind him."

"I can't afford it?" When Wang Qian heard Yin Su Su's words, he laughed.

They haven't talked for a long time. Then Wang Qian tells Yin Su exactly how he offended Qingyun Guan and Da Luomen.

After listening to Wang Qian's words, Yin Su Su. That face was full of shock.

By the stream.

The monk was at Wang Qian's side. He found that after Wang Qian touched the plaster with his hands, he was already standing on the spot. Zhang Sheng and other villagers in Zhang Jia village were always looking at Wang Qian.

The monk knew that Wang Qian was ok, but he didn't want the villagers of Zhang Jia village to watch Wang Qian here.

"All go back, Master Wang is feeling the Fengshui breath here now. If you disturb for too long, I'm afraid Master Wang can't help you solve the problem of Fengshui."

By this time, old Duke Zhang had come out.

Hearing Zhang Sheng's words, Mr. Zhang began to ask.

When Zhang Jiao told him the whole story, there was no surprise on his face. When he heard the monk say this, he also asked a group of Zhang Jia villagers to return to the village. As for the two reporters, they came to the stream to interview Wang Qian, but they were stopped by Zhang Jiuling and Han Feilin.

The monk leaned on the plaster statue.

"I thought it was something. It turned out to be a skeleton. How dare I fight with brother Qian? What about? Are you dead? " Monk this guy, broken read.

However, he just leaned on the plaster, and the skeleton in the plaster lost the fire of soul and scattered into pieces.

Also at this time, Wang Qian opened his eyes, which burst out a burst of God mang.

Oh, the monk.

Due to the sudden fragmentation of the plaster, the monk fell to the ground.

Wang Qian ignored the monk and opened his eyes, looking at the stream with complicated eyes.

Because this evil bone has been disposed of by Wang Qian, the stream has returned to normal.

"Elder of Qingyun temple? I can't imagine that elder Qingyun Guan, who always boasts of being a famous family, would collect blood and make some blood pills. It's interesting. " Wang Qian said indifferently.The monk heard Wang Qian's words and asked, "brother Qian, what elder?"

Wang Qian ignored the monk.

"Let's go. There's no problem with Fengshui here. The Fengshui ordered by master Han Fei and Lin Han is indeed an excellent place." Wang Qian said lightly.

"Can this master accept my interview?"

Wang Qiangang wants to leave Zhang Jia village, the female reporter who has been guarding one side suddenly says.

There was a trace of expectation and excitement on her face. Even Wang Qian saw a trace of worship in her eyes.

"Interview? Yes? Do you want me to show my hands in front of you like that Xia Yang? Then you go back to praise my Southern Feng Shui Association. Do you think anyone will believe it? " Wang Qian glanced at the reporter and turned to leave.

At this time, one of the villagers in Zhangjia village found that Wang Qian and the monk were going.

At this time, Mr. Zhang came out quickly.

Behind Mr. Zhang, there are several important members of Zhangjia village.

"Master Wang, don't rush away. I haven't paid him master Han's reward yet."

Hear that.

Wang Qian stopped, and Han Ping took a 7-digit check from two people in Zhang Jia village.

"Master Wang, please come to the village if you are interested." Mr. Zhang looked at Wang Qian and said.

Wang Qian didn't refuse to hear the words of Master Zhang, but the female reporter, Liu Qing, was reluctant to go in with Wang Qian, but she was stopped by the monk.

The monk is like a black tower, standing in front of the female reporter and cameraman. The female reporter is helpless to see such a monk.

In a villa in Zhangjia village, this is the home of laotaigong Zhang.

In the morning, his attitude towards Wang Qian was quite different from that of today. He always had a smile on his face, while other villagers showed their admiration for Wang Qian.