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This year is Fu Min's seventy-two-year-old natal year, and the fortune teller said that he has a hurdle this year.

It's over, and it's smooth sailing.

If you can't get by, then naturally you don't have to say anything.

For such an almost cursed fortune telling, Fu Min has always been unbelievable. After all, the fortune teller had said such things to him several times, but he had never fulfilled them.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the fact that this fortune teller was his old friend who played with him in open crotch pants, he would have given this bastard who had been cursed all day long ago with old punches.

He's seventy-two, and he's not in a hurry.

What can I do, but what can I do? Can he still have a good career, life, and love now?

It's just that today, Fu Min felt that he was going to be told his fate by his old friend. This seventy-two-year-old natal year seems to be really unpassable.

Just now, the second son and second daughter-in-law, who rushed out of the house with him, were thrown to the ground by the hateful locusts and couldn't get up.

These two prime-aged men, who were almost thirty years younger than him, were not as good as his old man, and he could rush to the rescue team while carrying the attack of locusts, but these two middle-aged people couldn't do it.

In the end, he was so tired that he turned back to save him, and ended up hitching himself a ride.

By this time, locusts were crawling all over his body.

That kind of pain is really worse than acupuncture, and I can't bear it at all. After a few bites, his body became less obedient.

He could hear his own wail. And he was struggling and killed a lot of locusts. But this did not help to escape, it only attracted more locusts.

Ultimately. He stumbled and fell to the ground, never to get up again.

Seeing that he was about to die in the mouth of the locust, Fu Min did not feel too sad, on the contrary, he was a little happy.

He was glad that the eldest son's family had moved to Shangyuan, and the third daughter had also married far away.

He was even more glad that his grandson had been sent to Laifeng Town No. 1 Middle School to study in a boarding school, even though he was strongly opposed at the time. Just such a little distance, what is boarding for? Pure waste of money!

In the struggle, Fu Min saw the figure of his old friend and his family.

Look at what they look like. Not much better than his family.

Obviously, his old friend's unreliable fortune-telling skills did not help him avoid this catastrophe.

But old friends will definitely have something to say, such as "fortune tellers don't count themselves".

Thinking of this, he was almost numb by the severe pain, and he actually wanted to laugh.

It's just that as soon as the facial muscles moved, the already severe pain became straight into his heart, and the pain made his whole person begin to trance.

In a trance, he saw more locusts swarming in the distance.

But he watched the locusts struggling to fly, somehow. I felt like I was in a hurry, and I felt like I was running for my life.

Fu Min couldn't help but think, it seemed that he was really not far from death, and even hallucinations appeared.

Such a terrible army of locusts. How could they flee for their lives in a hurry!?

And what happened next made him directly "sure" that he was hallucinating.

Otherwise. How could he see a man walking easily among the locusts, and how could he see where the man passed? Locusts are falling like dumplings?

Obviously, there were several meters between that person's body and the locusts, but the locusts fell and died one after another when he approached!

This is not scientific!

No. It's science, it's just not science as people know it!

In this world, the laws of the Heavenly Dao are being added and modified again.

Pang Shiyuan walked into Miancun with his hands behind his back, and one after another spherical sword intent condensed in front of him, and then released it neither fast nor slowly.

Come on, that's a waste of mind.

If it is slow, it will give the locusts a chance.

I saw that everywhere he passed, the locusts flying in the sky were like catkins in the wind and duckweed in the water, floating down without the slightest resistance.

That feeling is really cleaner than the autumn wind sweeping the leaves.

At this time, Pang Shiyuan's mentality and posture were obviously different from when he first stepped out of the car.

When he first got out of the car, he still had some noble feelings of self-sacrifice and generosity in his heart, and his mentality and posture naturally seemed tragic and resolute.

After all, he was facing an army of more than a million locusts - the number alone gave him huge psychological pressure, even if his spherical sword intent was incomparably powerful to kill locusts, he was still not sure if he could save the villagers of Miancun.

He was worried that he would not be able to do so, and he was even more worried that he would not be able to sustain himself at a critical moment.

If that really happens, he will take a group of friends into Miancun and take the initiative to send sheep into the tiger's mouth - purely looking for death.

But when he walked some distance forward and found that the spherical sword intent consumed far less mind than he thought, and the locusts had no other means but to die and escape, his heart suddenly widened.

As soon as his heart is wide, he is in the mood to think about more things. For example, the technique of condensing sword intent, and the control of spiritual impact.

Condensing the sword intent, in fact, there is no need to reach out at all.

What the heart moves, it means to come.

The mind and the mind themselves are connected, just as the mind and the sword are inherently linked.

The condensation of sword intent is completely the mind at work, and it is the mind that compresses and condenses the sword intent, rather than him rubbing, kneading, squeezing, and pressing the ...... with his hands

He stretched out his hand to condense the sword intent, which was actually a completely subconscious habitual behavior, and the action itself could be said to be meaningless at all.

In that case, why should he cling to unnecessary actions instead of directly omitting things?

So, he put his hands behind his back.

It was definitely a bold attempt, and the friends who followed him were terrified when they saw his actions.

And Pang Shiyuan himself is actually very unaccustomed.

The condensation speed of the spherical sword intent was obviously much slower, but he still condensed the spherical sword intent before the locusts regathered.

Next, it is to throw the spherical sword intent out.

The spherical sword intent is formless and substantial, and what he called throwing before is actually not throwing with his hands, but his mind is "throwing".

So, it doesn't matter if you have hands or not.

And as soon as his mind moved, the spherical sword intent really flew out and killed the Quartet again!

At this point, there is one more figure in the army of locusts flying in the sky, holding his back and walking forward as a car.

The figure was so leisurely, and even more so abrupt—out of the dust, jaw-dropping, and suspicious of their own eyes and sanity.

In the haze, Fu Min felt a figure walking towards him.

The figure walked so leisurely, with a kind of grace that made him almost suspect that he was in a dream. In such a terrible army of locusts, how could anyone be as easy as an outing?

But that's just the way it is! (To be continued......)