"I'm just a fortune teller!"

After hearing Gong Yi'an's question, the old fortune teller holding the flag smiled and said, "I just want to tell Mr. Gongyi's fortune today." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

With a wave of the flagpole in his hand, a "whew" sound swept towards Gongyi'an like a big gun, "Come on, come on, there are too many people here, let's go to a quiet place, the old man will touch your bones for you!"

Seeing the flags swept over, Gong Yi'an was shocked and angry, he just had a slight hand with the fortune teller, and he already knew that if he talked about cultivation, he was really inferior, so he was cowardly in his heart.

He came here today mainly to destroy the Confucian hidden school, so as to get rid of his brother's henchmen, but he never thought that there would be branches.

At the beginning, Mei Niansheng was ambushed in Zhongzhou, and the people involved in it were not only the people in the science line and the demon sect, but also many masters of soldiers and agencies.

In the past few years, because Mei Niansheng's life and death have not been determined, the heads of several families who are still alive have spent almost every day in fear, for fear that Mei Niansheng will suddenly jump out that day, pick off his head and turn around and leave, and it will be too late to regret it at that time.

This matter has become the heart disease of several family heads, and if Mei Niansheng's life and death cannot be determined one day, the heart disease of these family heads will not be eliminated one day.

And Gong Nian's elder brother Gong Nianyuan is the head of the contemporary agency family, since he ambushed Mei Niansheng, Gong Loss Yuan has been hiding in the small building of the family, rarely going out, for fear of being slaughtered by Mei Niansheng who suddenly appeared.

Just because of Gong Yuan's move, the disciples of the entire organ family were a little overreacting, and the slightest disturbance would cause them to shout and be afraid.

This time, when I heard the news that the Confucian sect had changed to a new owner, the entire organ family was very frightened.

There can still be a new master in this Confucian hermitage, which means that Mei Niansheng has passed on the great seal of Confucian inheritance, which means that Mei Niansheng may not have died!

How does this make them not surprised?

Gong Yi'an happened to be testing his newly made black magic cannon in Qingyang Mansion during this time, and after getting the news of the Confucian Yang Xian's appearance in Qingzhou, he has been paying attention to this matter.

As soon as Yang Xian arrived at the Temple of Literature today, he had already learned about it.

He is a master of the organ, and he is a half-step sect with martial arts cultivation, his identity is detached, and he is unwilling to deal with Yang Xian with ordinary people, so he has never appeared.

It wasn't until Yang Xian subdued Brother Bade and repelled the encirclement and suppression of the soldiers that Gong Yi'an came out unhurriedly to challenge Yang Xian.

With his cultivation as a half-step great grandmaster, he thought that capturing Yang Xian was a matter of being caught, but who knew that today he was disrupted by the people of the Yin Yang Sect, needless to say, this annoyance.

At this time, seeing the fortune teller's banner sweeping, Gong Yi was ruthless, "Even if you are smarter than me, you are not a great grandmaster after all, as long as you can't kill me, why should I be afraid of you!"

At that moment, the palm of the hand flipped and slapped forward suddenly, towards the sweeping flagpole.

"Bang"

After the palm slapped the flagpole, the public lost a shock, took advantage of the momentum to fly, the person split in front of the void palm in mid-air, a long line as thin as a hair, almost completely invisible from the ring on his index finger shot out silently, accompanied by the power of the palm to go straight to the fortune teller.

"Good fellow, kill a thousand threads!"

Although the silk thread was almost invisible, it could not hide the spiritual sense of the old man opposite, and the flag in his hand shook, and immediately crossed in front of him, blocking the flying filament.

The material of the flag in the hands of this fortune teller is extremely extraordinary, non-silk and silk, the toughness is amazing, and the silk thread in the hands of Gong Yi'an wears the gold and stone without hindrance, but it can't penetrate the flag of this fortune teller.

At this time, after the flag on the fortune teller's flag was hit by a thin line, it shook sharply as if it was blown by a strong wind, making a crackling sound.

"I have heard for a long time that Gong An lost his life and killed people invisibly, and I finally saw it today!"

The old fortune teller held the flag and laughed, and the flag shook wildly in the laughter, stirring the wind in the void within a radius of a few feet, blowing people to fly, and then pointing to the sky with a stick pointing directly at the public loss that had not yet fallen in the air, "Take me a stick!"

This fortune teller old man has a trivial appearance, and has always been a weak look, at this time the flag is raised, and his temperament suddenly changes, full of pride, majestic, compared with just now, he has almost changed a person.

After dodging the flags picked up by the fortune teller, he waved his hands continuously, and the rings and rings worn on his ten fingers emitted thin silk threads at the same time, and spiders crisscrossed the air like silk, flying towards the fortune teller.

"A thousand threads?"

The old fortune teller was taken aback, "You have actually cultivated to this point?"

The flag in his hand danced like the wind, and the flag, which was more than a foot long, was danced into a cloud of black gas by him, and the wind formed a cloud of air cover, blocking all the filaments shot by Gong An from the outside.

Gong Yi'an borrowed the reflex power of the silk thread and the Gang Qi Mask in his hand, and his body was disposed of in the air one after another, and he never fell.

The ten silk threads in his hand crisscrossed and crisscrossed, like an extremely sharp Qimen weapon, surrounding the fortune teller as a whole, and the silk threads made an extremely sharp sound of breaking the air in the air, ordinary people could not see these almost transparent silk threads at all, even if they were the Eight Virtue brothers, it was difficult to sense.

But although these silk threads are good, it is still difficult to break through the fortune teller's dancing hood, after the two hold each other for a while, the public loss of the man let out a cold snort in the air, ten fingers for a slight click, the ten silk threads in the air trembled slightly, suddenly burst apart, from a silk thread suddenly turned into an extremely slender filament that seemed to have been integrated into the void, these filaments scattered in the air, the speed did not decrease, and continued to sweep towards the fortune teller.

"Puff Puff"

A series of sounds sounded from the air, and the air hood danced by the fortune teller exploded like a bubble, turning into a strong wind, rolling out of the ground like a rolling gourd blowing by Su Zixiu lying on the ground.

The silk threads in the sky fell silently towards the top of the old man's head like a mist under the manipulation of Gong Yi'an.

"Hey!"

The old man's face flashed, and under the shaking of the flag in his hand, the flag suddenly swelled like a seat, and a faint flame rose from the flag, and the filaments that came from the cover were ignited in just an instant.

Seeing the cyan flame on the old man's flag, Gong Yi'an's face changed wildly, and he wanted to take back the filament, but it was too late, and after a hissing sound sounded in the air, the filament like smoke and mist turned into curling green smoke in an instant, and disappeared.

"Samadhi is really hot!"

Gong Yi'an's face turned pale, "You can actually form the real fire outside, it's amazing!" His mind moved, and the remaining silk had been taken back into the ring by him, this silk thread was not easy to collect, and now it was almost all burned out, which really made his flesh hurt.

But what shocked him even more was that the fortune teller on the other side actually practiced the essence and spirit into the true fire of Samadhi, and he could also use it to hurt people, which was more than a step and a half better than him.

Only by reaching the realm of a grandmaster can a person who practices martial arts truly practice the unity of qi and condense the three treasures of essence and spirit.

After condensing the essence and spirit to an incomparably pure nature, it is possible for the three treasures to converge, and the three talents to change violently, forming the true fire of samadhi in the body.

Only when the true fire of samadhi is formed can the purity and perfection of a warrior's spirit and spirit be proved, which is an important basis for measuring whether a person can achieve a great master.

And if you can send out the Samadhi True Fire to hurt the enemy outside the body, it means that this person's cultivation has reached the extremely high and profound realm of perceiving the subtleties and knowing the gods, and the chances of this kind of master to prove the Great Master are far beyond that of ordinary martial artists.

Now that the old man on the other side has reached this point, Rao is public loss An has always been proud, and he also felt frustrated and shocked at this time.

Since he fought with the fortune teller, he has not shown any flaws in his heart, but at this time, he saw that the other party and himself were both half-step great masters, but they had already cultivated to this terrible realm, and he still couldn't find the way, this strong contrast made him lose his mind for a moment.

And at the moment when he lost his mind, Yang Xian, who had been standing motionless among the Eight Virtue brothers, suddenly raised his hand and pointed to Gong Yi'an's eyebrows, and let out a soft snort,

"Slash!"