Concept Master

"But this spirit iron is an extraordinary item with extraordinary aura. It is so amazing that it is really difficult to explain." Yun Feng shook his head secretly, this method did not work, and he planned to cast a weapon in the spirit iron. Naturally it is impossible to really sell it.

"It's better to tell people fortune. Based on my current practice and the use of spiritual methods, you should be able to see a person's fortune-telling fortune." Thinking of this, Yunfeng was a little tempted to do it. After getting a car, I pulled the door and sat in the co-driver's seat, saying to the driver master, "Go to Nanling Street."

Gently nodding, the driver glanced at Yunfeng without speaking, and started the car, like the same arrow off the string, and went out.

Looking at the scenery passing by the car window, Yunfeng thought lightly and waited how to start the situation.

After all, fortune-telling is completely mysterious. Others may not believe it, and the fortune-telling money he wants is not cheap. As a result, no one wants to ask fortune-telling.

However, if you really meet the rich, it may not be possible. Therefore, Yunfeng is thinking about whether to go to the rich specifically, so this can save a lot of time, but where to go to find.

After all, it ’s useless to find those who believe in it.

"No matter, check it out first. If you can't come across it, it's not too late to look for it." Yunfeng shook her head secretly, and no longer thought about it. She closed her eyes slightly and closed her eyes. Check out the changes in the spiritual ocean with a view to breaking through.

Nearly two hours' drive passed by in a blink of an eye. At this moment, the car naturally reached the place where Yunfeng just said.

After paying the fare, Yunfeng stepped out of the car.

Walking in this block, this Nanning block is about three or four miles from south to north. There are shouts or begging everywhere on the entire street.

There are also stalls everywhere, and the stall owners behind the stalls are drowsy, while there are also fortune-telling stalls. The fortune-telling old man shouted casually: "Iron mouth straight off, 50 yuan is not allowed at one time. . "Hong Liang yelled far away.

, But few people go to these stalls to fortune tell, even if only a few occasionally just ask, feel curious, come and see the lively.

After all, I can set up a fortune teller here. I am afraid that they are all scammers. Really have the ability to have the real thing. How could it be set up here? People can think of it when they think about it.

However, as long as you dare to flicker and make wild guesses, you may be right, so it is also necessary to make courage and make wild guesses.

And fortune tellers with real skills generally do n’t tell people fortune tellers, this one will die, and casual fortune tellers are generally false, and some people can be right, that is why they dare to be blind Mongolia, sometimes it's natural to be right, it's so amazing.

However, this thing must also have luck. It can not be said that these fortune tellers, there are real master games like Red Dust, and it depends on whether their luck can be encountered. If you can encounter that, naturally, If you can't touch it, that's fine.

Yunfeng came here without intending to set up a stall. After all, he still has a face. How could he sip at will? Such and such, but he has lost the face of the extraordinary person, obviously he would not do so.

The purpose of Yunfeng's visit this time is to hear that there are often second-generation rich locals and coal bosses.

, Walking on this bluestone paved path, looking at the signs placed on both sides of the street, and not far from a shop, there are candle stores, department stores, antique shops, and so on.

"Isn't there all kinds of rich second generations and rich one generations, why haven't I met one yet? Am I not very lucky." After walking around this street for almost half an hour, Yunfeng didn't meet The legendary rich second generation, rich generation or big boss.

"Give me all the troubles, Mr. Wu is coming over, Mr. Wu is coming over, please let everyone in trouble, the legs and feet of the father are inconvenient." With a shout from not far ahead of the cloud, there was a drink on the street. The pedestrian turned his gaze slightly.

Naturally, hearing this voice, Yunfeng also stopped and planned to take a look at it. When the unknown was about to pass, the crowd in front of the road suddenly let go and saw a group of a dozen people.

More than a dozen people are dressed in neat black suits, one by one, full of spirit, and the fierce atmosphere of the body is exposed. Obviously, they are not easy to deal with, which is why the crowds have turned away.

At this moment, these dozens of people are helping an old man in a Tang suit to walk forward gently. As he walks, the old man also coughs a few times, but the old man ’s mental head is not bad. It is obviously not sick or something like that.

At the same time, the old man's eyes looked at the flash of nostalgia in the eyes around him.

Obviously, I came here to play, and the old man's eyes should be very familiar with this place, or something else, often come here.

"Every time I come here, I feel differently. It seems that I haven't had a long time." Seeing the scenes here gave the old man a very complicated mood, and sighed, there was a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

It seemed to remind me of that summer, a slender and soft figure stood on the street and waved to him, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on that figure, leaving a deep impression on the old man who was still young.

At the same time, the figure accompanying the setting sun stayed in the old man's heart forever.

Whenever he came here, the old man's heart seemed to be back at that time, and he saw the figure that made him linger.

But unfortunately, time flies, the figure of that year has already left him, and the yin and yang are separated, and they can never meet.

Thinking of all that happened in those years, the old man sighed deeply, his voice contained deep sorrow and helplessness, and there was a trace of loneliness.

If he wasn't willing to settle down, he would always want to break out of his own land, and he would not provoke too many enemies, so ...

Looking at a bright silver bullet in the palm of his hand, the old man slowly clenched the bullet's head. This is the bullet that took the life of the figure in the old man's heart, but if it was not the figure, the old man would no longer exist. .

This old bullet has stayed here.

"Master ’s Day is sad and smooth, I believe that Master has been watching Master in heaven, I believe she does not want to see Master's sadness." Looking at the bullet in the hand of the old man, a young man in a green robe next to him A sigh flashed in the eyes, man comforted.

, The old man nodded gently, looking at the blue sky, closed the emotions in his eyes and restored peace.

And Yun Feng, who was watching quietly next to him, concluded the old man. The old man must have a unique identity. Seeing the occasional presence of his hands, Yun Feng guessed that the old man's background must be very simple. Fortunately, it is a heroic figure.

However, no matter what the identity of the old man is, it is not important to Yunfeng, and Yunfeng then intends to step forward to the old man, but watching the old man's expressions and manners, and wanting to flicker to succeed, but it will take some effort.

"I wonder what's going on with this little brother?"

Looking at Yunfeng, who appeared in the middle of the road and blocked them from going. Among the old people, to the left of the old man, a middle-aged man in a black suit asked Yunfeng with a quivering voice, but the cricket in his eyes Han Guang, if Yunfeng's answer is not good, I'm afraid there will be accidents.

At the same time, in the group of men in suits, they also surrounded the old man faintly, obviously afraid that something would happen.

"How can I explain to this group of people?" Yun Feng was distressed, but he was calm and waved his sleeves, hands behind his back, and a breath of breath emanated from the whole body. In the world, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and he looked at the old man who was surrounded by people secretly. There was a hint of mystery in his voice: "This old gentleman, you have regrets in my heart, and I have a way to solve your heart regret."

With Yunfeng's cultivation and his strong spirit, he naturally felt the regret and pain in the old man's heart, so he said so.

"Are you sure you can help me?"

Listening to Yunfeng's confident voice, Lao Tzu's eyes narrowed, and a thick, majestic and calm breath spread out.

At this moment, the old man stood bland and motionless, but it gave people a feeling of being as heavy as a mountain, just like a landslide.

This kind of breath is too condensed and heavy. This is the breath that this old man has maintained for a long time, taking charge of the lives and deaths of countless people in every move. I can imagine how terrible this old man's identity is.

At this moment, the old man reached out and pushed the two people around him out of the encirclement. As the old man walked out, what happened to the old man, the faces of the black men and the man in the green robe changed slightly, and they just wanted to act. , Was interrupted by the old man raising his hand.

, Waved his hand, the old man motioned, these people stepped back.

Although some worried about the old man, these black men and the man in the green robe still took a small step back, but still followed the old man closely.

Looking at Yunfeng, the old man lifted his feet lightly, his steps were steady and calm, and walked towards Yunfeng. He reached out and reached out to shake hands with Yunfeng.

Yunfeng naturally gave his face a face, too, reaching out his hand with the old man's wide wrinkled palm, and holding it lightly.

"I don't know how to call this little friend?" The old man's eyes were dignified, looked at Yunfeng, and asked softly, although there was a calmness in the voice, one: but there was a dull feeling.

At this moment, the old man has felt the extraordinaryness of Yunfeng, so he has these actions. Otherwise, he really thinks that the old man is easy to deal with, and the old man also has a touch of expectation in his heart. Although he knows that it is impossible, but There is still a glimmer of hope.

"My name is Yunfeng!"

Yun Feng chuckled and pointed to a teahouse next to him: "It's not suitable for chatting here, there is a teahouse there, let's talk in the teahouse!"

The old man listened and nodded. Naturally, there was no reason. Then the two walked towards the tea house next to them, followed by the suit men and a man in a green robe.

Originally, the man in Qingpao still wanted to come forward, but was stopped by the old man. The old man was confident that with his years of vision, the young man in front of him was naturally not the kind ...

...

In an instant, almost six or seven days passed by.

At this moment, in a quiet and elegant villa, directly above the villa hall, on a futon, Yunfeng sits cross-legged on the futon, his eyes are slightly closed, a mist rolls in his mind, and a golden streak emerges deep into the body, turning into one Each rune, flowing in the flesh and blood, was imprinted on the bones of the whole body, forming a mysterious rune imprint, like the marks of a rule, exuding a mysterious breath.

At the same time, a rune flows, combined with the rolling mist in my mind, to form a congenital **** pattern.

, The innate **** pattern walks all over the body, and those rune marks imprinted on the body ...

At the moment, the peak of Yunfeng turned into a golden aperture behind the head, and a chaotic color in the center of the aperture, the rune branding beating gently, turned into a virtual image.

This is the anomaly that Yunfeng has entered into the fifth-order peak to combine the essence of Qi and God, condensing the innate chaos branding.

The vision is manifested inside and out, which also represents the tenderness of the moment. It has reached the point of imprinting the fusion of the origin of the soul and transforming into the primitive god.

As long as this step passes, Yunfeng completely separates the boundary between mortal and extraordinary.

Yuanshen can be regarded as gods and immortals in some lower worlds. At this step, he is truly free from the ordinary and completely free from the restrictions of the ordinary ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But in terms of Shouyuan , A Shouyuan of the sixth-order Yuan Shenjing, at least six or seven thousand years, or even tens of thousands of years, how long.

If nature is dull, the earth universe where the Lord God's space is located will naturally have no concept of life. That world does not say that everyone is like a dragon, everyone can become a god, but everyone does not die for life. Sad, already done.

Even if it does not enter the space of the Lord God, it is just that when an ordinary person in the real world is not killed or killed by any accident, he can live forever.

Of course, if you ca n’t stand the aging of time, so that the mind is aging, then there is no way, but just aging does not die, but it is estimated that the consequences are not so good.

"It's about to break through. It should be in the near future, and the plan should be over."

, Open your eyes, Yunfeng's eyes flashed a golden light, deep under the eyes, a rune of chaotic color, faintly floating, around the rune, a trace of fog emerged, and the rune merged, a trace Breath of terror.

Yunfeng secretly planned to look up through the door of the villa and looked at the mountains in the distance. A wave of waves spread away.

"boom!"

The instantaneous vibration in that area was like a thunder blast and countless bird frights. A few tourists were also startled, thinking that it was going to thunder and rain, and quickly hid, or returned to the hotel and the like