Super Great Fortune Teller

There was bloodthirsty and cruel madness in his expression. It seemed that the temperament of the middle-aged man named Qiantian Liangjie had changed at the moment when the bell came out.

Wang Qian, who was far away from Xiang County, just felt a pain in his heart.

Wang Qian, who was practicing the skill, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He immediately opened his eyes and couldn't figure out where the feeling of heartache came from. Although he could push fortune telling and watch Feng Shui for others, he really couldn't infer too much about his own fate.

There are Xuanyi and others in star city watching. Ji Xiangchuan, a strong practitioner in Chuzhou, should have no problem.

When Wang Qian thought of this, he closed his eyes again.

In any case, there was no way to run the pure Yang Wuji skill, and Wang Qian spent the night in this tangled cultivation.

Yuxiang county.

More than 500 feng shui masters have been arranged by Han Feilin and Song Qing.

But then came the door to Taiyi, Du Xuan and Guo Ziqi.

As soon as Han Feilin lay down, the door was knocked. Guo Ziqi pushed the door in with a twist of his hand. Guo Ziqi looked at Han Feilin and Han Ping and his son, with a warm smile on their faces.

"Master Han, I have admired you for a long time. You see, Master Wang has been in the mine for a day, but he hasn't come out. I'm afraid that this time, Master Wang is really in danger. Master Han is the main factor in dealing with the affairs of the Southern Feng Shui masters, but we can't let this Feng Shui Association fall down. How about we discuss the follow-up matters?"

Han Feilin looks at Guo Ziqi lightly.

"Ha ha, master Han, once the dust settles tomorrow, it's hard for you to get the benefits. It's inevitable that some of those Southern Feng Shui masters will want to take your place. Besides, Wang Qian is dying. " Guo Ziqi's words are like saying the most common thing.

It seems that Wang Qian's death is like the death of a cat and a dog, without any difference.

Han Feilin's face was full of anger when he heard Guo Ziqi say so. However, with the pressure of Guo Ziqi's momentum, Han Feilin's face became pale, and cold sweat of the size of soya beans trickled from Han Feilin's forehead to the bed.

From Guo Ziqi's momentum, Han Feilin felt a sense of killing.

"Guo Ziqi, after you deal with Wang Qian so deliberately, can you taiyimen really control all the resources? You taiyimen, this is the way to death. Either you taiyimen focus on Feng Shui, or you taiyimen focus on cultivation, and you taiyimen interfere with feng shui master's profession by means of practitioners, don't you think it's too much? " After Han Feilin finished this sentence.

Guo Ziqi really slapped him. Then he walked up to Han Feilin and looked down at Han Feilin and said, "master Han, this proposal will be valid until noon tomorrow. Once we go down to the well with those northern feng shui masters to save Master Wang, then when we come out, you will wait to be cleared."

With these words, Guo Ziqi turned and left, leaving Han Feilin and Han Ping with pale faces.

The other Southern Feng Shui masters all changed their faces under the call of elder Gu Chen.

The night was destined to be unsettled.

Shortly after Guo Ziqi left, Ji Xiangchuan and the monk appeared in the rooms of Han Feilin and Han Ping.

Soon, master Songqing and a group of feng shui masters who were close to Wang Qian came to Han Feilin's apartment one after another.

The next morning, Ding Haichao, monk Jueming, and Bai Yu of daluomen stood in front of the coal mine outside Yuxiang county.

Looking at the southern and Northern feng shui masters, Ding Haichao's face showed a trace of pain and said: "Master Wang hasn't come up since he went down the mine yesterday, which makes us very painful. However, there are too many tunnels under the mine, so we can only let a few masters and the people of taiyimen go down to look for them together to avoid any trouble. "

What Ding Haichao said is very reasonable.

And those Southern Feng Shui masters and Northern feng shui masters also nodded.

Du Xuan, Guo Ziqi and the elder all had a trace of solemnity on their faces.

Guo Ziqi said lightly: "dear friends, Master Wang Qian is now trapped in the mine. If everyone wants to look for it, it will definitely lead to some disaster, and I didn't expect any accident in this geomantic competition

"Don't blame you, elder four. Wang Qian doesn't know what's good or what's wrong. He doesn't see if he has the ability to go down!"

"Yes! That's it

"I have to trouble our elder and four elders to go down and look for this Master Wang. It's not easy for people to worry about him!"

Countless Fengshui masters of the northern school began to make noise.

Elder Gu Chen and Guo Ziqi waited until they had enough noise. Then Guo Ziqi raised his hand and said, "Hey, you Fengshui masters, let's go down first and find Master Wang first. No matter who wins or loses in this competition, after all, Taiyi sect is also a famous sect."Guo Ziqi said slowly.

Some of the disciples of Taiyi also nodded immediately.

As for the Southern Feng Shui masters, they kept silent one by one.

"Well, Fengshui masters, since the matter has been settled, let's go down and look for it together. I'll find a few people and go down and look for Master Wang together. As for the others, they will stay on it to meet." Du Xuan then came out to preside over the way.

"Do you want to go down with Feng Shui?" Guoziqi with a few Taiyi door looking at the direction of Han Fei Lin Songqing asked.

Han Feilin and Song Qing nodded without hesitation.

Guo Ziqi smiles calmly. Then he takes Du Xuan, Gu Chen, Han Feilin, Song Qing, monk, and a Southern Feng Shui master. He walked into the mine.

Several people walked silently between the dark mines.

With each step, the sound of people's footsteps will reverberate more sounds, which sounds like there are countless ghost soldiers and ghosts coming towards themselves.

If you are timid, you will not go down.

After walking more than 100 meters, there were several forks in front of them, looking at these dark forks. Han Feilin and Song Qing look at each other, and they all see something wrong in each other's eyes.

Guo Ziqi, who is holding the map in front of him, is also talking about something there.

"What's the matter? Elder Guo Han Feilin and Song Qing had a look of doubt on their faces. Even the silent monk could not help looking at them.

Guo Ziqi looked back at Han Feilin and Song Qing, with a little sarcasm on his face, and said, "you two, what's the matter with me? I also want to know what's the matter. It's clear that there are not so many forks on this map, but there are so many forks here. Could master Wang dig them out? "

"Fart!" The monk glanced at Guo Ziqi.

However, Guo Ziqi was not angry.

"If the monk is buried in the mine, I can't kill him now, even if you don't understand me." Guo Ziqi's words seem to be with ice.