Super Great Fortune Teller

Yin Su Su clenched her teeth and lifted her hands lightly. She saw five Qianqian jade fingers of Yin Su, which were shaking and shooting at Bai Yu.

However, Yin Yu's spear could be easily broken.

This is not a fight between mortals, but a confrontation between practitioners.

No matter the feng shui masters of the southern school or the northern school, they were all stunned by the power of several people, but they were quickly defeated.

Ji Xiangchuan and Yin Susu have already fallen into passivity.

In the face of Ding Haichao and Bai Yu, Ji Xiangchuan, Yin Su can only barely remain invincible. In the long run, he will be defeated by Ding Haichao and Bai Yu.

That's what everyone infers.

Many of the Southern Feng Shui masters are no longer in people's mind. Even a few feng shui masters behind Song Qing and Han Feilin put their hands together and began to pray for Yin Su Su and Ji Xiangchuan.

"Ha ha! The southern geomantic master is going to die! " A northern feng shui master in his fifties gloated.

"That's right. Wang Qian is not here. They don't even dare to say anything. Ha ha!" Another 40 year old Feng Shui Master in a suit turned his lips.

"Ha ha, from now on, the compasses of those Southern Feng Shui masters can be smashed. Anyway, they have no effect."

Those who say this are all those who have interests with taiyimen.

The excited voices of these people irritated the monk.

However, just now Ding Haichao casually made the monk seriously injured. Even if the monk stands up, he has little strength.

"Yo! So bald, are you going to kill? Ha ha ha Immediately someone discovered the monk's change.

At this time, the monk staggered up and wanted to join the war.

Taiyimen that fly, is immediately out of line, toward the monk rushed in the past.

In the process of rushing, Xiang Fei did not forget the purpose of provoking others to fight: "taiyimen's disciple, beat this bald head down with me!"

He yelled at Fei.

The whole man pounced on the monk.

The monk flew towards him with a fierce look on his face: "death!"

The monk opened his mouth, and there was blood on his teeth. It was really bloody. Xiang Fei, who was the first to rush to the monk, saw the monk's fierce face like a devil, and his momentum stopped. The state of fighting disappeared completely.

The fist also becomes soft, hitting the monk has no power at all.

However, the monk is at the end of his rope.

This fist directly made the monk take a step back.

When Xiang Fei saw that his fist worked, he was very calm: "taiyimen! Follow me and break those Wang Qian's minions first. "

Xiang Fei has a tyrannical look in his eyes. He is tall. After shooting the injured monk, Xiang Fei rushes in front of Han Feilin and others.

Han Ping wanted to stop him. Unexpectedly, Xiang Fei just pushed him to the ground and rolled out five or six meters before he stopped.

"You Han Feilin saw his son beaten, but also rushed up in an instant.

Master Songqing saw that Han Feilin rushed up, his eyes were also angry, and he followed Han Feilin. These two old guys were over sixty years old, and they were not the opponents of those Taiyi disciples.

"Don't let taiyimen and the northern running dogs behind them be arrogant!"

"Yes! Go! Dare to hit people in front of us

"Master Wang is not here, we have to twist into a rope!"

For a moment, many of the Fengshui masters of the southern school rushed back from afar. These people may not have enough physical strength, and they are a little older. But at this time, all of them feel a kind of humiliation and anger. If taiyimen and the Fengshui masters of the northern school are willing to compete fairly, these Fengshui masters of the southern school will recognize them.

However, the hand of taiyimen headed by Xiangfei is unbearable.

Zhang Henian looks at more and more chaotic situation, he is also anxious straight jump, but what he can do is only to restrain his own people.

The appearance of a group of old men from the southern school rushing over really made more than a dozen people in taiyimen a little scared.

Xiang Fei, in particular, welcomed Han Feilin after he toppled Han Ping. When he pushed Han Feilin aside, he saw master Songqing coming.

When master Songqing rushed over, his face was cold. Xiangfei saw master Songqing's thin appearance and laughed: "old man, how dare you rush towards me?"

He's ready. He'll give master Songqing a hard time later.

Right now.

Han Ping climbs to Xiangfei's feet and hugs Xiangfei's thighs.

Xiang Fei just wants to kick Han Ping away. Han Feilin also comes to hold his arm. Xiang Fei hasn't had time to do other moves.

Master Songqing has arrived, accompanied by a brick."Bang!"

"Ah!" Xiang Fei's head was hit by master Songqing. At that time, he covered his head and squatted down. However, he just squatted down and forgot that Han Ping was under him.

"Bang!"

Han Ping stretched out his fist. A punch hit Xiang Fei in the face.

Xiang Fei's teeth were blown away by Han Ping's fist. Although Han Ping didn't have much strength at this time, the moment Xiang Fei squatted down, his size made Han Ping's fist powerful.

Xiang Fei's eyes were red at that time, and he wanted to work hard with others, but he found that hundreds of Southern Feng Shui Masters rushed to him.

Han Ping just let go of Xiang Fei's legs. Xiang Fei didn't care to do anything else. He immediately rolled forward in the same place and ran in the direction of Taiyi gate.

The enthusiastic Southern Feng Shui Masters were shouting. They were provoked by these northern people like angry bulls. Looking at Ding Haichao from a distance, they gave a cold hum.

In a hand to beat back Ji Xiangchuan, Ding Haichao faced hundreds of feng shui masters, suddenly took out a amulet.

"Liuding Liujia! Be as urgent as law Ding Haichao throws out the amulet.

The talisman burned to ashes in an instant. After the ashes dispersed, there appeared a golden armour heavenly soldier. Although this golden armour heavenly soldier was only four grades, these Southern Feng Shui Masters did not see this method. They all stopped in the same place and did not dare to move.

"It's just a mob." Ding Haichao snorted coldly. Then, he manipulated Tianbing and stood in front of hundreds of feng shui masters.

"If anyone dares to move forward, I will order this heavenly soldier to kill him." In Ding Haichao's words, there is a murderous air. In his opinion, these Southern Feng Shui masters are too stubborn, and Bai Yu has gained the upper hand at this time.

Yin Su Su was forced back by Bai Yu all the way and was about to retreat into the mine.

Bai Yu stabs Yin Su with a long gun in one hand. The long gun has a mysterious track, like wind and electricity, while the other hand bears the seal of subduing demons.

Yin Su Su was naturally restrained by Bai Yu. Bai Yu just felt high spirited for a moment.