The real physiognomy has always been an extremely popular existence in the cultivation world.

I want to add the word "real", just because there are too many fake physiognomy masters in the world, and most of them are fortune tellers and money cheaters on the street.

And the real physiognomy master can use his own ability to peek through the heavens, and then show his magic to block the backlash of the heavenly dao, so as to get the information he wants to know.

Mr. Momei Villa is the first person who deserves to be the first person among the phase masters.

And the reason why they are respected is not only because they can see through the sky.

On top of that, their numbers are very small.

For the information that others want to know, they are likely to give their longevity, luck, fortune and other important things, and they don't know how much pain they have endured.

Only those physiognomy masters who really stand at the top can spy on the heavens almost unscathed.

The top physiognomy in the human world, after the Fengliang Festival, there is only the moon frost of the Mingyue Tower.

The blessed Taoist people of Tianfeng Temple can also sit firmly in the position of first-class phase master.

There are hundreds of disciples in Tianfengguan, and only Qingyuzi has inherited his ability to be a physiognomy teacher.

Although he still can't get a glimpse of any big problems, but now they just want to check one person, and with the ability of herring roe, it is not a big problem.

Bei Mingxiu shook his head and said: "Originally, it was possible, but he seemed to have borrowed a little remnant soul to go back to calculate, and it is estimated that he will not be able to distract himself in these two or three days." ”

Xu Jinsong sighed and said regretfully: "That's really a pity." ”

"But we may ......" When Si Xiang was speaking, her face suddenly changed, and the Qiushui sword broke out of its sheath, and she herself jumped up.

The moment the autumn water sword pierced the roof, she was no longer in the house.

Only a fierce sword aura rushed into the sky, splitting a long crack in the roof of the hut, as if it was about to split it in half.

And this is just the result of Si Xiang's hand.

All she wanted to do was slash the eavesdropper off with a sword.

A moment later, a white dress fell.

Si Xiangqiao's face was cold, and he rushed out of the room, and soon disappeared.

Xu Jinsong didn't move, and smiled towards the north meditation.

With Si Xiang's shot, where is he still needed?

Bei Ming Xiu felt more and more that Xu Jinsong was a very good person, and he should be a fellow practitioner.

Or rather, lazy people.

Northern Meditation has never denied the laziness in his bones.

But the laziness of the Northern Meditation is based on the condition that nothing will get out of his control.

If he had been lazy in everything, he would have died tens of thousands of times.

The iron sword flew out in an instant, and his whole body swept out of the hut lightly.

Purely in terms of the speed of the take-off sword, this iron sword with the blessing of the spirit ink of Momei Mountain Villa is still a little faster than the cold sword.

There was an angry shout from outside, and the man who spoke was a man.

The moment the Northern Cultivator stepped out of the hut, the iron sword had already fallen to the ground.

There was blood on the tip of the sword.

In the distance, a figure dressed in black swept across a roof, soon out of his sight.

Bei Mingxiu glanced at Si Xiang, who had a solemn face and was fighting against the black object in his hand, and did not stop anymore and fought to catch up.

He chased it out, precisely because the other party was likely to have the Death Demon Eye, and it was a big problem for a cultivator to get involved at all, even a young and promising high-level cultivator like Si Xiang was no exception.

But fortunately, although Si Xiang was overshadowed by the other party's Death Demon Eye, she did not let the Death Demon Eye invade her body, and it was only a matter of time before she solved the Death Demon Eye that was stained.

Then he can catch up with confidence.

The iron sword rose again, and the figure and the Northern Meditation Cultivator also disappeared from Si Xiang's sight one after another.

Xu Jinsong walked out of the door and shook his head regretfully.

Si Xiangqiao's face was cold, and he finally crushed the little Death Demon Eye completely, pulled out the Qiushui Sword, and rushed towards the direction of the Northern Immortal Cultivator's pursuit, while not forgetting to leave two words for Xu Jinsong, who was still shaking his head and expressing his feelings: "Catch up!"

Xu Jinsong still didn't move, watching Si Xiang go away, but most of his eyes were on Si Xiang's waist that was slightly twisted because of the light body exercises and the pair of slender beautiful legs that loomed under the cover of the white skirt, and praised him.

And in the process, a touch of clear water is gathering in the palm of his hand.

As a Fa Sect cultivator, chasing and killing on the road was not what he was good at.

Throw a spell and support him from afar, and he will be benevolent and righteous.

......

The iron sword still traveled through the air, no more than five feet away from the man in black. bar

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was still twenty feet away from him.

The distance between them was shrinking, soon to within ten feet.

Bei Ming Xiu said loudly: "I know who you are. ”

The man in black didn't stop, and his tone was lazy: "So what?"

"Even if you have the means to evade my detection, as long as you are still in Fengyun Village, you will definitely not be able to escape from my palm. ”

The man in black couldn't help laughing, turned around and said, "What do you think ......"

As soon as he said the words, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

A bolt of energy filled with the Eye of Death flowed from his fingertips and slammed into the iron sword that had unwittingly approached his lower abdomen.

The iron sword hissed and fell to the ground weakly.

The Northern Immortal Cultivator also took the opportunity to bully the black-clothed man's body, and his palms flowed, swept out with the cold sword intent.

The flow of spiritual power in the vicinity gradually stagnated, accompanied by the flowing wind around his fingers, and every step of the man in black became heavier.

The man in black had to stop.

"Good calculation. The man in black stroked his palms and laughed, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

He deliberately slowed down, just to sneak attack the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but unexpectedly, the other party disturbed his mind with words, and also wanted to carry out this sneak attack, which made him lose the opportunity.

But for now, at least, the situation is still under his control.

A cold light shot out from his shoe, which he held directly in his hand, and stabbed down towards the Northern Immortal Cultivator, which turned out to be a dagger.

Above the dagger, the black aura was swirling, and it was the power of the Death Eye.

Seeing the other party summon the Death Demon Eye with his own eyes, a cold light appeared in the eyes of the Northern Immortal Cultivator.

If you didn't find the wrong person, that's good!

The Grim Sword roared out, colliding with the dagger with the meaning of silence, and the cold and demonic qi continued to cancel out in the collision, and they were even fighting for a while.

This dagger must not be of a low grade.

But this did not prevent the Northern Meditation Cultivator from subduing the person in front of him.

His iron sword was shot down earlier, and the Stygian Sword dragged the black dagger that should have been the opponent's natal weapon, and now he didn't have a sword in his hand.

But he still had the sword in his heart, and there was something else.

Dozens of ice marbles shot out of his sleeves.

Two four-petaled ice lotuses also bloomed in his palms.

The black-clothed man's pupils shrank, and he didn't hesitate to tear off his black clothes and scatter them in the direction of the Northern Meditation Cultivation, forming a huge curtain to cover his whereabouts.

Ice bullets shot into the black cloth, producing ice flowers, but they failed to break through the black wall.

Even with the addition of two four-petaled ice lotuses, this is still the case.

The black dagger quickly fled.

Bei Ming Xiu recalled the Cold Soul Sword, and his face was solemn.

Bypassing the black cloth, there was no sign of the man in sight.

Only one sentence floated from not far away, the tone was still lazy, but the killing intent in the words was strong.

"This time you are powerful, the next time we meet, I will teach you to die without a place to be buried.

Bei Mingxiu was silent for a while, put the Cold Immortal Sword back into its sheath, stretched out his hand to recall the iron sword, and was about to return.

Si Xiang landed not far in front of him, frowned, and said, "What about people?"

Bei Ming Xiu shook his head and said, "Ran away." ”

Si Xiang's face was slightly cold, but her eyes were quickly attracted by the frozen black cloth, she lowered her head and observed for a while, and said with a solemn face: "This is ...... That black robe on the Heavenly Dao Order?"

"Heavenly Dao Order?"

Si Xiang nodded and said: "Last year, the Heavenly Dao Alliance issued a Heavenly Dao Order to hunt down and kill the evil Dao murderers, and the only clue was such a black cloth cloth, and this cloth is difficult to invade, and it is also a treasure, but I heard that it was stolen back not long after, and that Heavenly Dao Order ended up in nothing." ”

"It's just that that evil path murderer is at least an eighth-order cultivator, I slapped him before, except for the spiritual power evil sect, his cultivation is no more than the sixth order, it is absolutely impossible for that person. ”

Si Xiang only thought for a moment, clenched the hilt of the Qiushui sword on his waist, and said coldly: "No matter who he is, the next time he appears, I will kill him with a sword." ”

Looking at Si Xiang's cold face with a hint of anger, Bei Mingxiu smiled helplessly.

Si Xiang was overshadowed by that person with the Death Demon Eye, but he was really aroused by his fighting spirit, next time if he really dared to appear in front of his thoughts, Si Xiang, who knew the power of the Death Demon Eye, would definitely be able to kill him directly.

But that's for next time.

This time, they had no choice but to return in vain.