"Chirp!"

Just after the birdcage in Gong'an's hand was shaken apart under the fright, the little yellow bird that had been locked in the cage and teased by Gong'an suddenly let out a crisp chirp, like a yellow lightning bolt flying towards the left side of Gong'an's body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And standing on the left side of Gongyi'an is the person who suddenly appeared, holding a flag.

"Good birds!"

Seeing the yellow bird flying towards him, the people laughed loudly, and the flag in front of the public lost suddenly shook, and the black flag fluttered and stood up in the wind, and used the yellow bird as a hood to go.

"Chirp!"

The little yellow bird roared softly, and when it was about to hit the flag, it suddenly rose into the air, and dodged the roll of the flag in a few turns in the air, and then circled and flew back to Gongyi'an.

At this time, the birdcage that had just fallen apart in the hands of the public lost an unknown time has been restored as before, when the yellow bird flew back, the bird cage in the hand of the public lost an eye shook slightly, and the cage mouth was opened, after the yellow bird let out a cry, his body flashed into the birdcage from the small door, flapping his wings and standing on the crossbar.

This yellow bird comes and goes like electricity, I don't know what kind of species, it seems to be extremely aggressive.

Just when the yellow bird flew out, Gong Yi'an had already seen the face of the person who came.

This person was dressed in sackcloth and shoes, thin and small, with a withered face, and a short pair of mouse whiskers on his upper lip, and his appearance was quite ugly, and it was a fortune teller not far from him just now.

"Dao's friendly and clever means, standing by my side for so long, I didn't even sense it!"

Gong Yi'an looked at the person who came, surprised and ashamed, as a famous big man in the agency, he didn't know anything about the master, this person was a big loss.

He looked at the fortune teller and asked coldly, "What?

The fortune teller laughed and said, "Don't dare, don't dare!"

He gently retracted the flag in his hand and stood at his side, and said with a smile: "How dare I destroy Mr. Gongyi's good deeds? I just saw Mr. facing Qingqi and wanted to calculate a hexagram for Mr. ”

Gong Yi'an's eyes flashed, "Fortune telling?

"Another day?"

The fortune teller smiled and said, "I'm afraid there will be no chance another day!" Mr. Gongyu is blue today, his eyebrows are hidden red lines, and his cheeks are slightly blue, which is a sign of death!"

He shook his head and sighed: "If there is no old man to resolve it, I am afraid that Mr. Gong will not be able to survive today!"

Gong Yi'an's eyes suddenly turned cold, he didn't speak more, and coughed suddenly.

With his cough, Brother Bade's body shook violently, and his true qi involuntarily dissolved into each other, forming an innate qi shield in an instant, covering Yang Xian together.

But Su Zixiu spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body arched like a shrimp on the ground, with a painful look on his face.

When the Bade brothers saw that Gong Yi'an just coughed, they were like Xu Wei, and they were all frightened.

The world's martial arts masters, once they reach the realm of grandmasters, the entire life level of a person will undergo extremely significant changes, although they are still mortal in the flesh, but they are far beyond ordinary people.

After reaching the Martial Arts Grandmaster, those with excellent qualifications and great opportunities will march towards the Supreme Spiritual Dao.

Because manpower is sometimes poor, but the spirit is limitless, only after contemplating the Great Dao, meaning the void, guiding the heaven and earth to transform themselves with the power of the spirit, and polishing their physical bodies to a flawless, so-called perfect golden body to the realm, can it be regarded as a hope to achieve the great master.

And this kind of martial arts master who has begun to get involved in the spiritual secret realm and peep into the flow of the avenue, the rhyme of the Tao is self-generated with every gesture, and only a little bit of the spirit is missing, he can break the void and see himself and obtain the avenue.

If this kind of master comes by chance, once he has an epiphany, he can immediately become a great martial arts master, but if his comprehension is insufficient and his potential is exhausted, he may not have the possibility of becoming a Taoist in his life.

Such masters, their combat power far surpasses that of the Martial Dao Grandmaster, but they are far inferior to the Martial Dao Grand Master, they seem to take another half step forward, they can shatter the void and achieve the Great Dao True Self, but it seems that they will never have the opportunity to take this half step.

For this kind of master, the people of the time called them half-step masters.

The Gong An in front of him is a half-step grand master.

When he appeared at this time, it was really a precedent, which was not trivial, and even Brother Bade was shocked and discolored, and his heart was worried.

Among the people at the scene, after seeing the public loss of security, the only one who did not change was Yang Xian.

Whether it was the public loss An self-reported his name, or the sudden appearance of the fortune teller, Yang Xian's face did not change in the slightest.

He stood tall in the middle of the Bade brothers, his body was like a dead wood, his mind was empty, his face was neither sad nor joyful, he just looked at the two people in front of him quietly, and he didn't make any moves, and he was calm and a little scary.

At this time, the fortune teller at the scene saw that Gong Yi An deliberately coughed and hurt people, and a green light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "It turns out that Mr. Gong Yi is infected with a cold, otherwise why would he cough so loudly!"

He stretched out his palm and slowly put it on Gong Yi'an's wrist, "The old man also knows a little about medical skills, but he can give Mr. Gong Yi a pulse." ”

Gong An said coldly: "No need!"

As he spoke, he shook his palm and stretched out his palm to meet Gong Yi'an.

The two of them intersected with their palms, and each other's bodies shook for a moment, and a red light suddenly flashed on Gong Yi'an's face, but a clear breath flashed on the fortune teller's face.

After the two patted each other's hands, there was no major movement, not even a single sound, which was worse than ordinary people.

But at this time, if someone raises their eyes to look at the sky, they will find that when the palms of the two collide, an invisible force suddenly shatters the large white clouds floating in the sky, and the birds flying in mid-air explode into a cloud of blood mist in an instant, and then dissipate without a trace.

"Good!"

Gong Yi An put away his palm to protect his chest, and the birdcage he was holding in his left hand made a clear sound, and a small wooden stick flew out of the birdcage and shot straight at the face door of the fortune teller, "Sure enough, he is the master of the Yin Yang Sect!"

The old fortune teller on the opposite side smiled and said, "Ouch, is this a hexagram for the old man?"

He didn't speak fast or slow, but strangely enough, it wasn't until he finished his sentence that the lightning-fast stick reached him.

"Bang!"

When the stick arrived in front of the old man, it suddenly exploded and scattered, forming a puff of fine needles, enveloping the old man like a mist of green smoke.

This small wooden stick turned out to be composed of thousands of small needles as thin as a hair, and at this time, Huo Ran burst out, extremely abrupt.

The fortune teller seemed to have expected it, and he was not surprised to see this situation, and the flag in his hand shook again, and the long flag stretched out rapidly, just a pocket, and put away all these cow hair needles.

"It's worthy of being a master of the agency, and I don't know how these little needles are made!"

The old man shook his head slightly after receiving the fine needles, the flag shook, and the thin needles that had just been caught formed a rain of flowers and reflected to the public, "These small needles are still returned to you!"

Seeing that the old man accepted his poison needle so lightly, An Gong's face was even more shocked, he shook the birdcage in front of him, and the flying needles were like a hundred birds returning to the forest, all of them were sucked into the birdcage and reconstituted a wooden stick on the birdcage.

Holding the birdcage in his hand, Gong Yi'an looked at the fortune teller and shouted, "Who are you?"