C225 Three Cysts

Han Bing stepped forward and stood in front of the fortune-teller. From the looks of the people from the Fuxi Sect, almost all of them were existences that were stronger than him. Even so, he did not retreat.

"The Fuxi Sect is truly domineering. They are willing to kill someone just because of a single sentence. Truly incomparably domineering." Han Bing said.

"You must be Han Bing, I heard that you are very powerful and arrogant, and have gone against my Fuxi Sect time and time again. My Lord Feng Lan originally wanted to turn hostility into friendship and invite you to join him, but he didn't expect that not only did you not know what was good for you, you even said that our Fuxi Sect was not a peaceful place." Jia Yu, who was standing behind Young Master Feng Lan, walked out and said.

Originally, I was still thinking whether it was right or wrong to not join the Fuxi Sect, but today, I saw that all of you regarded human life as worthless, so I knew that not joining you was the right decision. And you, Shui Lanruo, I originally thought that you were just being a little unruly and willful, but your heart is still kind. Han Bing said word by word.

Han Bing's words won the support of the majority of the surrounding people. After all, they were just commoners. The Fuxi Sect would treat a fortune-teller like this today, and tomorrow, they might treat them like this.

"You're courting death!" The second level Heaven Meridian disciple, the one that Han Bing had just stopped, let out an angry shout and attacked Han Bing. Even if Han Bing executed the Dragon Transformation to the first level of the Heaven Meridian Realm, she wouldn't be able to fight back against an expert at the second level of the Heaven Meridian Realm.

But even so, Han Bing couldn't retreat, because if she ran away, this fortune-teller would definitely not run away. However, just at this moment, black clouds suddenly enveloped the sky, and a bolt of purple lightning struck down. A lightning pillar as thick as a bucket enveloped the Fuxi Sect disciples that were rushing towards them, and they instantly turned into ashes without even letting out a scream.

"What … what is going on?" Everyone present was shocked by the sudden appearance of this lightning bolt. Moreover, it was so powerful that it was able to completely control it without harming anyone nearby.

"Han Bing, are you still a man? You can only hide behind the expert protecting you. Don't you even have the courage to fight a fair battle?" Feng Lan asked.

Han Bing was a bit confused. What was going on? Who had released that bolt of lightning? Could it be a waltz? No one else would help him like this. Moreover, from the view of the lightning, it seemed that today's Slug Dance's strength was very tyrannical.

"You guys have the nerve to talk about fairness to me? Which one of you is not older than me? You've cultivated for so long and still have the nerve to talk to me about a fair fight? If you want to fight? I'll go all the way. But now is not the time. One year, in just one year, I can defeat you, Young Master Feng Lan! " Han Bing said.

Han Bing's words caused the surrounding people to be shocked. Could this Han Bing be crazy? This year, Han Bing's cultivation would definitely increase, but Young Noble Feng's talent was not weak, so he would definitely increase as well. At that time, the gap between the two of them would not only be larger but smaller.

"What is it? "Don't you dare?" Han Bing asked.

"What a joke, why would I not dare? If you're a man, then how about we meet on the life and death arena one year from now?" In his eyes, Han Bing was already a dead person.

"I don't need to prove to you whether I'm a man or not, but if you want to know, you can ask Shui Lanruo beside you. She'll definitely find out." Haha. Just as you said, we'll meet on the life and death arena one year from now. " Han Bing replied.

Everyone could not help but think of something. Soon after, Shui Lanruo angrily turned around and left, Feng Lan gongzi left a stern message to Han Bing, then led the people from Fuxi Sect away.

Han Bing did not expect things to turn out like this. He still did not know what kind of strength that Feng Lan gongzi had and how he could defeat him one year later, even Han Bing was not confident. It was all because of how Hedonist Wu had tricked him. It was because he didn't meet a worthy person and instead, encountered so many troublesome matters.

Helpless, he could only go back and ask what to do about the shuffling dance. He was experienced and knowledgeable, so he should be able to find a way to deal with it.

However, Han Bing noticed that the fortune-teller had been following him. Han Bing said, "Why are you following me? I only saved you because I can't bear to see those bullying things. You don't have to thank me. In the future, be careful not to provoke these people. "

"No, I'm not thanking you. I'm saving you. "I once said that your hall went dark and that there would be a bloody disaster soon. That was the beginning of the bloody disaster just now. If you don't have a way to avoid it, you won't even have the chance to ascend the life and death arena." The fortune-teller said.

"Isn't it all just to save you? Otherwise, how would I have angered that group of people?" Hurry up and tell me, what method do you have to avoid this disaster? " Han Bing said straightforwardly. He thought that if this fortune-teller finished quickly, he could also go back quickly.

"I have three brocades with me. I'll just treat it as repaying you for your previous favor." By doing so, you will be safe for three years. After three years, you should have the ability to protect yourself. " As the fortune-teller spoke, he took out three brocades. One was red, one was blue, and the other was green.

Han Bing took the silk bag and was about to open one of the bags, but was stopped by the fortune-teller. He said, "Opening the bag requires a suitable time, one hour later is the time when the red bag opens. When you feel that you have nowhere to go, open the green bag, and the last blue bag opens at the time in your heart."

Han Bing agreed and turned to leave. After he left, the fortune-teller sighed and said, "This kid is extremely stupid. I really don't know if it's right or wrong to start a massacre for him." After which, he continued to walk forward.

Han Bing returned to the inn, pushed open the door to Hustle Dance's room, and found her guarding a foot-high little pill furnace, constantly pouring spiritual power into it. She was completely focused, and her forehead was covered with a layer of sweat.

"How can he also concoct pills? Could he also be a Spiritual Master?" There was no one else around, so Han Bing was obviously asking Ling'er.

"He is not a Spiritual Master. If you must classify him, he can be considered a Spiritual Alchemist. Spirit Masters did not have the power of the world so they could not refine the medicinal power of the Spirit Medicine. However, they could use the power of the flames to refine the Spirit Medicine to the level of Spirit Pills. However, compared to the Spiritual Pills that the Spiritual Masters refine, these Spiritual Pills usually contain more impurities. However, in an era where Spiritual Masters were scarce, this method of refining pills was also accepted by others. " Ling'er explained.

"So that's the case. However, how long will it take for him to finish the refinement?" Han Bing asked.

"That is hard to say. If the quality of the elixir pills is higher, it will take a long time." Ling'er said, "Just calmly wait. There's still a year left anyway."

After approximately two hours, the pill refinement finally came to an end. The three crystal clear pills emitted a rich medicinal fragrance, and after smelling it, Han Bing immediately felt refreshed. The injuries on his body were mostly healed, and the quality of this elixir was definitely not low.

"Whew ~ ~ It's finally over!" Slug Wu let out a long breath and saw Han Bing in the blink of an eye. She was shocked and said, "Aiya, why are you here, how is it? Did you meet someone important? "

"My lord, what are you talking about? Today, I met a strange fortune-teller, and a group of Fuxi's core disciples. I even had an appointment with that Young Noble Feng Lan for a year of life-and-death battles." "Tell me, why do you want me to go out?" Han Bing couldn't hold back his anger anymore. Explain the details of what happened to the walker.

Scooter put his hand under his chin and looked like he was deep in thought. Then, he said, "Can you leave something for me?"

"In the end, you left me three brocade bags, allowing me to open them at different times. Right, did you set that bolt of lightning today?" Han Bing asked.

"Lightning? What lightning? I've been concocting pills today and haven't left my house. "You said that there's a brocade sack, but it's here?" Slug Dance asked.

Han Bing took out the brocade bag and handed it over to Huan Wu, saying, "That's right, that fortune-teller also said that the red brocade bag would be opened in two hours. By then, it should have been two hours since he gave it to me."

"Then what are we waiting for?" "Open it." As she said that, she impatiently opened the pouch. Inside was an extremely ordinary piece of paper. Han Bing took it out and was shocked by the contents.

He only saw the words: Long Xiang in the sky, Tiger's Roar in the mountain forest, Lost Disciple, the path of return. If they went to the southeast, it would be known as the Wood Spirit Abyss. Hidden Dragons had to be protected by a dragon, and the sun and moon would shine together.

"As expected, this fortune-teller is your benefactor. Although you can't understand the meaning behind his words, he should be telling you to travel from this place to a place called the Wood Spirit Abyss from hundreds of thousands of feet to the southeast. There will be opportunities for you. " Furthermore, I feel that this brocade sack is a bit familiar, a bit like what that old man Ouyang Zi did. "I heard that the silk sachet he wrote usually contains some kind of profound mystery that only the interested party can understand. However, only half of it can be comprehended, while the other half can only be understood after experiencing it."

When he said this, a divine dragon should fly in the sky, and a fierce tiger should gather in the mountain forest. Han Bing was a person who had left the dragon race, and every step she took was to return to the dragon race. It was easy to understand why they called it the Wood Spirit Abyss this time, but Han Bing did not understand the meaning of the last sentence.

It seemed like the last sentence was something he would only know after experiencing it. Moreover, since that bolt of lightning wasn't made by Slug Wu, then it must be that fortune-teller. Other than that, Han Bing couldn't think of anyone else.

"Sigh, there's words written on the other side. The way is for yourself. You can't drag him along with you. He's in the Fuxi Ancient City right now, so it's fine if he tells you what's going on in the city." "I didn't lie to you, did I? Look, it must be that old man Ouyang Zi."

Han Bing's heart was also in turmoil. He never thought that he would be so close to the famous Ouyang Zi. Unfortunately, he couldn't recognize him, and there was even a look of disdain on his face.

"Alright, Han Bing, it's time for you to leave!" Slug Dancing said.