"I'm just a fortune teller!"

After hearing Gongshuan’s questioning, the fortune teller holding a banner laughed and said, “I just want to tell Mr. Gongshu today.”

He waved the flagpole in his hand, and a "huh" sound swept towards Gongshuguan like a big gun, "Come on, come on, there are too many people here, let's go to a quiet place, I will touch your bones!"

Seeing the flags sweeping over, Gongshu'an was shocked and angry. He had just worked with the old fortune teller for a little while and knew that if he was practicing, he was really inferior, so he felt timid in his heart.

Today, he mainly wanted to destroy the Confucian Yinxue lineage so as to save his brother from his great troubles. He never thought that he would have some troubles.

Mei Niansheng was ambushed in Zhongzhou. In addition to the Neo-Confucianism lineage and the people in the Demon Sect, there were also many experts from military and institutional schools.

In the past few years, because Mei Niansheng has not been determined, the heads of the family still alive have been spending their lives almost every day, fearing that Mei Niansheng will suddenly pop out, pick his head and turn around and leave. At that time, it would be too late to regret it.

This incident has become a heart disease of several heads of families. If Mei Niansheng cannot be determined in one day, the heart disease of these heads of families cannot be eliminated in one day.

Gongshuoan's brother Gongshuoyuan is the head of the contemporary agency family. Since ambushing Mei Niansheng, Gongshuoyuan has been hiding in the small building at home and rarely goes out, for fear that Mei Niansheng who suddenly appears will be killed.

Because of Gongshuyuan's actions, the disciples of the entire agency were a little overreacting. If there was any slight disturbance, they would scream and be worried.

This time, when I heard the news that the Confucian Sect had a new sect leader, the entire agency family was very scared.

This Confucian Hidden Science can actually have a new leader, which means that Mei Niansheng has passed on the Confucian heritage seal, which means that Mei Niansheng may not die!

How can this not surprise them?

During this period, Gongshuan happened to test his newly made black magic cannon in Qingyang Mansion. After receiving the news that Yang Xian of the Confucian clan appeared in Qingzhou, he has been paying attention to this matter.

Today, Yang Xian had already learned about it as soon as he arrived at the Confucian Temple.

He is a master of the mechanism and a half-step sect in martial arts cultivation. He has a transcendent status and is unwilling to deal with Yang Xian with ordinary people, so he has never appeared.

It was not until Yang Xian conquered Brother Bade and defeated the encirclement and suppression soldiers that Gongshu'an walked out calmly and attacked Yang Xian.

With his half-step master's cultivation, he thought it would be a matter of catching Yang Xian, but who knew that he was disturbed by the Yin-Yang Sect today. Needless to say, his anger was so angry.

At this moment, seeing the fortune teller's flag sweeping across the banner, Gongshu An felt ruthless, "Even if you are better than me, you are not a great master after all. As long as you can't kill me, why should I be afraid of you!"

He immediately flipped his palm and slapped forward, slapped at the sweeping flagpole.

"Bang"

After slapped the flagpole with his palm, Gongshuan shook his body and flew up. The man slashed in front of his empty palm. A long line as thin as a hair, almost completely invisible shot out silently from the ring on his index finger, accompanied by the force of the splitting palm, heading straight to the fortune teller.

"Good guy, you're killing thousands of threads!"

Although the silk thread was almost invisible, it could not be hidden from the spiritual sense of the old man opposite. The flag in his hand shook and immediately stood in front of him, blocking the flying thin silk.

The flag in the fortune teller's hand is extremely material, neither silk nor silk, and has amazing toughness. The silk thread in the hands of Gongshuan is penetrated with gold and stone without any obstacles, but it cannot penetrate the flag of the fortune teller.

At this time, after the flag on the fortune teller's flag was hit by a thin line, it would be blown by the strong wind, shaking violently, making a loud bang.

"I heard that Gongshu'an had killed people for a long time and killed people invisibly. I finally saw it today!"

The old fortune teller held the flag in his hand and laughed loudly. The flag was shaking wildly in the laughter, stirring up a few feet of radius in the void, blowing people to fly, and then pointed to Gongshuan, who had not yet fallen in the air, "Check me a stick!"

This fortune teller has a vulgar appearance and always looks weak. At this time, he was picked up by the flag and his temperament suddenly changed, full of passion and majesty. Compared with the past, he almost changed his personality.

The Gongshuan people took steps in the air without any support, but did not fall. After avoiding the banners picked by the fortune teller, they waved their hands and the rings on their ten fingers emitted thin silk threads at the same time. The spiders sprinkled in the air like silk, flying towards the fortune teller.

"Thousands of silk warp and weft?"

The old fortune teller was surprised, "Have you actually practiced to this point?"

The flags in his hand danced like the wind. The flags that were more than ten feet long were dancing into black air by him. The strong wind formed a mass of air shield, blocking all the thin silks shot from Gongshuan outside.

Gongshuan used the reflection force of the silk thread and the qi shield in his hand to change his body in the air one after another, and he did not fall.

Ten silk threads in his hand crisscrossed, like extremely sharp Qimen weapons, surrounding the fortune teller. The silk threads made an extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air. Ordinary people could not see these nearly transparent silk threads at all. Even the Eight Desires brothers could not sense them.

However, although the silk threads of Gongshuan were very good, it was still difficult to break through the Qi shield that the fortune teller danced. After the two of them fought for a while, Gongshuan made a cold snorting in the air. Ten fingers pressed slightly. The ten silk threads in the air trembled slightly and suddenly exploded, and suddenly changed from a thread to a bunch of extremely thin threads that seemed to have merged into the void. These thin threads were scattered in the air, and their speed did not decrease. They continued to sweep towards the fortune teller.

"Puff puff puff"

A series of sounds sounded from the air, and the air shield that the fortune teller danced burst like a bubble, turning into a strong wind, rolling out far away like a gourd blew Su Zixiu who was lying on the ground.

The silk threads and gauze were covered with silence under the control of Gongshuan, silently covering the old man's head.

"Hey!"

The old man's face flashed with a clear air. As the flag in his hand swayed, the flag suddenly rose as big as a mat, and a faint green flame rose from the flag, and in just a moment it ignited the thin filaments that were covered.

Seeing the green flames on the old man's flag, Gongshu'an's face changed wildly. He wanted to take back the thin silk, but it was too late. After a hissing sound rang in the air, the thin silk like smoke and mist turned into curling blue smoke in an instant and disappeared.

"Samadhi True Fire!"

Gongshu'an's face turned pale, "You can actually put the true fire outside, which is amazing!" As he thought, the remaining remaining silk had been retracted into his ring. It was difficult to collect the thread, but now it was almost burnt all, which really hurt him.

But what shocked him even more was that the fortune teller on the opposite side actually cultivated his energy and spirit into Samadhi True Fire, and could also be used to hurt people, which was more than half better than him.

Only when a martial arts practitioner can one truly integrate qi and condense the three treasures of the human body by reaching the level of a master.

After condensing the essence, energy and spirit into an extremely pure state, it is possible that the three treasures meet, and the three talents will change, forming the Samadhi True Fire in the body.

Only when the Samadhi True Fire is formed can a warrior's purity and perfection of energy and spirit be proved. This is an important basis for measuring whether a person can become a great master.

If you can emit Samadhi True Fire and traumatize the enemy with external injuries, it means that this person's cultivation has reached a very profound realm of inexplicable insight and enlightenment. Such a master has a chance to become a master of great masters far exceed that of ordinary warriors.

Now the old man on the other side has reached this point. Even though Gongshu'an has always been arrogant, he feels frustrated and shocked at this time.

Since he fought with the fortune teller, he has never had any flaws in his mind. However, he saw that the other party was also a half-step master as he was, but he had already reached this terrible state of cultivation, but he still couldn't figure out the way. This strong contrast made him lose his mind for a moment.

And just as he was lost, Yang Xian, who had been standing among the eight brothers, stood motionless, suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Gongshu'an's eyebrows, and let out a light shout.
Chapter completed!