C224 Fortune-teller

After Young Master Feng Lan, who was previously smiling, received the communication talisman, his face became gloomy again, which caused everyone present to feel baffled.

"Young master, I wonder what troubles you so much. If you tell us, we can help you solve your problem." Jia Du Shi said.

"Heh, the plan that you thought was perfect was seen through by Han Bing. He's now refused to join the Fuxi Sect." Young Master Feng Lan spoke in a strange tone, as if he was mocking Jia Yu.

"This, this is impossible. With such generous conditions, there's no reason for him to reject. Could it be that he really saw through my plan?" Interesting, very interesting! " Jia Yu said with a cold gaze.

It wasn't just Jia Yu who was surprised, everyone present was. Yang Tiansheng patted the folding fan in his hand as he muttered, "This kid is really interesting. If we don't get rid of him, he will become a huge threat to our hearts!"

"Alright, don't think about anything else for now, think about how to hide Ying Nu's death first. The fact that I'm a junior core disciple in Fuxi Sect is not a small matter. If Shui Lanruo finds out, she'll suspect me." Feng Lan said.

"Don't worry, Young Master, you can find someone to replace Shadow Nest and move around the Fuxi Sect for a few days. After that, we can arrange an unexpected death to eliminate the suspicion and things will become much simpler." Jia Yu was indeed worthy of being called Jia Du Shi. He was a sinister man with many schemes. The things that Young Master Feng Lan did were all suggested by him.

This time around, it was obvious that Han Bing had won in secret.

In the following three months, Han Bing and Hustle Dance could be considered rather peaceful. Every day, other than training, he would use the communication talisman to ask Shui Ruo about Sun Youwei's whereabouts. As a result, in these three months, he still did not receive any news, which made Han Bing feel that the chances of Sun Youwei surviving became less and less.

In these three months, Han Bing borrowed the Dragon's Blood Crystal to continuously refine himself, wiping out all the injuries from his previous breakthrough. He also consolidated his cultivation and stabilized his cultivation at the early stage of the Divine Core realm. The tempering of the body had also improved greatly. The Heavenly Dragon Body Refinement Art had reached the third refining ninth level. Han Bing was now sure that he could kill a cultivator at the large success stage of the Divine Core realm with a single punch.

However, something interesting happened in the middle of it all. The closest great sect to Fuxi Sect, the Imperial Sword Sect, was an ally of Fuxi Sect. A month ago, a black-cloaked devil female descended upon the Imperial Sword Sect with a peerless devil sword in her hand.

The Sect Master of the Imperial Sword Sect, Sword Spirit Mountain, immediately summoned the elders of the sect to fight with her. The witch's battle power was not as strong as Sword Spirit Mountain, but relying on the devil sword in her hand, she could easily crush them. Thus, the Sword Spirit Mountain had no choice but to activate the sect protecting array and begin a battle of attrition with the witch.

Feng Qingyun led Jian Wushuang, Old Man Tianji, Li Changge and a group of experts to support them. The two great sects combined their forces and the Imperial Sword Sect set up a Ten Thousand Swords Return Formation. The Fuxi Sect set up their Eight Trigrams Formation, surrounding the witch. The witch was actually not at a disadvantage at all while relying on her demon sword.

However, just as the intense battle was occurring, the witch was actually being counterattacked by the demon sword in her hand, causing her strength to be greatly reduced. He wanted him to give up the Fuxi Eight Trigrams Formation to capture the witch by himself. In the end, he was captured by the witch, and even the Myriad Swords Return to the sect formation had to stop. The witch had held him as a hostage and successfully escaped, and because of this, Jian Wushuang had been ruthlessly scolded by Feng Qingyun.

Obviously, this witch was the one who stole his devil sword, and Han Bing remembered that she said she would use the demon sword to take revenge. It seemed like she really had a deep grudge with the Imperial Sword Sect. However, how could the Demon Sword be so easily controlled? The backlash was also reasonable. However, Jian Wushuang's actions could not be understood. Rumor had it that he was eager to help out, but in Han Bing's opinion, Jian Wushuang was not such a reckless person. Furthermore, with his strength, it was impossible for him to be captured by the witch after receiving the backlash.

But no matter what was said, the witch, Lan Lan, was not able to control the demon sword and hoped that she would return it. Although Ling'er did not allow her to use the demon sword, but with the demon sword, she had a trump card up her sleeve.

"Although my current strength has increased, there are still unknown dangers on the side of the Fuxi Sect. My current strength is still far from enough. However, looking at the current circumstances, there isn't an opportunity for me to break through." Han Bing thoughtfully said as he held the dragon blood crystal in his hand.

At this time, Huan Wu joyously opened the door and quickly walked in. "Han Bing, Han Bing, I gave you my divination just now that you will meet someone important today, which will have a great impact on your life in the future. Hurry up, go out and have a look."

"What?" Is your divination accurate? It can't be a lie! " Han Bing was a bit doubtful.

"This was taught to you by that old man Ouyang Zi. How could there be any mistakes? Get out of here quickly. The records say that you will meet a noble if you go out by yourself, so I won't accompany you." As she spoke, she pushed Han Bing out.

Han Bing had no choice but to go out and take a look. Since he had been holding his breath in his room for more than three months, it wasn't bad for him to come out to get some fresh air.

This was the difference between Fuxi Ancient City and other small cities. Because the people here all had cultivation bases, all the things they sold were all related to cultivation.

Han Bing looked at the surroundings as he walked. He didn't see a fortune-teller wearing a daoist robe walking towards them with a peach wood sword in his hand. Due to Han Bing's cultivation of the Heavenly Dragon Body Refinement Art, there was no need to talk about the nature of power, and he instantly knocked that fortune-teller down to the ground.

"Empyrean Limitless, which blind person dares to charge into This Penniless Priest? Do you believe This Penniless Priest won't send you to hell?" The fortune-teller was sitting on the ground, cursing and swearing, and these words were said in an extremely profound tone, which made them seem extremely funny.

Han Bing looked at this fortune-teller in his fifties and didn't say anything.

"So it's you little kid, why did you run into this poor Taoist? Did you not have eyes?" Furthermore, even after bumping into this poor Taoist, you still do not apologize. The fortune-teller said.

"I'm sorry, this junior was only paying attention to the surroundings and did not see the person walking over." But you didn't look at the road, did you? Otherwise, why would they include me? " Han Bing said.

"This Penniless Priest had already opened his Heaven's Eye long ago. The Heaven's Eye could only see people with great luck. How could I possibly see someone with ordinary talent?" As the fortune-teller spoke, he got up from the ground and patted the dust off his body with a face full of pride.

Han Bing glanced at him. Ouyang Zi had already said that he was someone with great luck, but this fortune-teller said that his talent was mediocre. This was definitely nonsense, so Han Bing didn't want to bother with him anymore and turned to leave.

"Young man, walk slowly. I can see that you're in a dark place and that there's going to be a bloody disaster in the near future. I have a way to avoid it, but you need to spend a lot of money to get rid of it." The fortune-teller called Han Bing and said.

"If I'm not interested, wouldn't the methods of a swindler be a little novel? Do you think I'm an idiot? "How could I be so easily tricked by you?" Han Bing said as he left. The fortune-teller stood where he was and shook his head helplessly. He continued to wave his sails and shouted, "Infinite Blessing towards the Blessed Lord, Destiny knows fortune, heaven and earth, the past and the future, I know everything." And went forward.

Han Bing didn't pay much attention to the fortune-teller, and only treated him as a swindler and continued to search for the noble person mentioned by Yi Bu. However, after walking for two hours, he still did not meet this so-called benefactor. Thus, he could not help but doubt the accuracy of his plan.

At this moment, Han Bing heard a dispute not too far away. Moreover, it mentioned something about the Fuxi Sect or Lanruo, so he stepped forward.

A disciple of the Fuxi Sect grabbed a fortune-teller by the collar and said angrily, "What did you say just now? Do you know who we are? One of them is our Young Sect Master, Young Master Feng Lan, while the other is the personal disciple of Elder Wushuang, Senior Sister Shui Lanruo. You actually said such outrageous words, do you not want to live anymore? "

"Limitless Sky Sovereign, young man, I am only speaking the truth. I am saving them, saving their lives is better than creating a seven-layered pagoda. Don't stop me. And I also saw that your restaurant was going dark. If you don't take any measures, you will only be able to live for a year at most. " The fortune-teller said.

Han Bing was puzzled. What had happened, why was it this fortune-teller again? Why was he related to Shui Lanruo again? Hence, he asked the person beside him, "Brother, what's going on?"

"A fortune-teller came out of nowhere. When he saw Young Noble Feng, he insisted that he would only live for a year at most if he made a mistake in his wealth. Master Feng Lan didn't have any reaction, after all, the words of this swindler didn't enter his ears. But this swindler was quite brave, he actually said that Shui Lanruo would fall into the love of a few men, and her cultivation couldn't advance any further. That's why the Fuxi Sect's disciples who followed him can't bear to watch any longer. " A youth who was watching from the side said.

"So that's how it is. This fortune-teller truly wants money more than his life." That was the only way Han Bing could describe him. He was the one who got the points after cheating, so how could you deceive Young Master Feng and Shui Lanruo? Fuxi's Divination Techniques aren't bad either. Aren't you trying to make a fool of yourself?

"You won't be able to see if we can live for a year. However, you are destined to not live past today if you say these words." Feng Lan's eyes became serious, filled with killing intent.

Perhaps Shui Lanruo was infuriated by the fortune-teller's words. She was only fifteen years old, yet she was being accused of falling in love with a few men. This was intolerable. Hence, she did not organize Young Master Feng's words.

This disciple of the Fuxi Sect was a core disciple with a cultivation base at the second level of the Heaven Meridian Realm. How could he not be tyrannical? With this palm strike, the fortune-teller would definitely die.

"Pah!"

He also sent out a palm strike to counter the palm strike of the Fuxi Sect disciple. However, the huge force of impact also forced him back a few steps before he managed to stabilize his body. This successfully saved the fortune-teller.

When Shui Lanruo saw this, she cried out in alarm, "Han Bing, why are you here?"

That's right, the one who saved fortune-teller just now was Han Bing.

At this moment, everyone's attention was on Han Bing. His age and his strength were enough to shock everyone.