The Fantastic Super Vision

The power of the Great Dao has dissipated, and Wang Feng can’t absorb it at all. In this case, it doesn’t make any sense for Wang Feng to stay in this place, so he set his sights on this middle-aged man and said, "Your life. I will not take it. The seal I put on you will slowly disappear. After the seal is completely gone, you will be free."

While talking, Wang Feng turned around and left here. He and this middle-aged man didn't have any deep hatred, so Wang Feng didn't need to kill them.

After taking away the two light groups above his head, Wang Feng felt very embarrassed. If he killed each other now, Wang Feng would feel that he was a heinous bad guy.

"Asshole!"

Hearing what Wang Feng said, the middle-aged man made a big curse, but Wang Feng had already gone far, so he couldn't hear what Wang Feng said.

I thought that I could practice in this place for a long time, but Wang Feng did not expect that the power of the great power here would dissipate so quickly, and it has become an area without the power of the great power, so Wang Feng naturally did not have it. Need to stay in this place.

"I've been in this place for such a long time, isn't this **** fortune teller still waiting on the edge of this swamp?" On the way back, Wang Feng suddenly thought of **** fortune teller.

When he came in before, he asked the fortuneteller to wait for him outside the swamp. This Wang Feng hasn't gone out for such a long time. Once the fortuneteller is still waiting, he will be very impatient.

Wang Feng had already thought about it. As long as the divine fortuneteller was still waiting here, it would be a big deal for Wang Feng to give him a pill containing the power of this great path.

This guy likes this pill very much. As long as he is given what he wants, no matter how big an opinion he has in his heart, he probably won't have another attack in front of Wang Feng.

It's just that Wang Feng has obviously been thinking too much. How could this **** operator wait for him in this place with such patience. After all, Wang Feng is not his wife, so he naturally left here long ago.

So when Wang Feng returned to the edge of the marshland, he didn't even see the trace of the divine fortune teller. This guy had already left this place.

"Dogday."

Seeing this scene, Wang Feng couldn't help but shook his head. He thought that the fortuneteller would always wait for him outside, but now it seems that he really looks too high on the fortuneteller.

Is this guy afraid that he has already left this place long ago?

The eyes of the sky opened, and Wang Feng was watching where the **** fortune was. It was about five breaths of kung fu before Wang Feng saw the **** fortune.

This guy started to help someone calculate the business again. At this moment, he was helping someone calculate, his face looked like a stick.

"This master, I don't know what I have to do to be able to turn a good luck?" In front of the **** fortune teller is a monk with only the blood sacred level.

A monk of this level naturally didn't dare to show the slightest disobedience in front of this **** fortune teller, and even looked respectful.

Because he is now here to ask this **** fortune to help, he naturally has to be respectful and respectful.

"Simple, you give me a hundred pills and I will tell you."

Hearing the other party's words, the scheming ability of the gods came again, and he directly said the words that made this blood saint-level cultivator despair in his heart.

You must know that this time when he asked the **** fortune teller to help, he was already bankrupt, but what he didn't expect was that the **** fortune teller's appetite was so big that he was still not satisfied.

Now let alone ask him to take out a hundred pills, he won't get all ten pills.

"Why? You didn't have any orders in your pocket, so you dare to come to me to make calculations. Do you know that the price I made is very expensive?"

"Master, I really can't take out so many pills now, so if you give me a year of grace, I will definitely get it for you."

After all, it's just a cultivator at the Blood Saint Realm level. It's not so easy to get a pill, so he said that the one-year period actually had a lot of courage.

"One year?"

Hearing these words, the fortune teller stared at him and said: "Do you know how many people are looking for me to calculate? I lost what you said in a year."

"God fortune teller, you have already forced others to do this, why not tell him the answer he wants to know."

At this time, Wang Feng's voice suddenly appeared in this piece of void. This **** fortune teller was really pitting people to death, and even Wang Feng couldn't stand it anymore.

This blood saint-level cultivator obviously can't take out so many pills. Even if this divine fortune teller is the fierce he wants now, what is the effect?

"You **** finally came out."

Hearing Wang Feng's words, the **** fortune teller uttered a loud shout, really a little angry.

When Wang Feng entered before, he clearly stated that he would come out of it soon, and asked him to wait outside here, but what he didn't expect was that Wang Feng would not abide by this agreement at all, and he would not come out for a long time. And there was no news at all, he waited so long in vain.

"People can't come up with so many elixirs, even if you are greedy for money, the most basic duty of this businessman should still be obeyed?"

"Cut, I was originally willing to fight and suffer when I was in business. Since he wants to come to me, he naturally has to make such preparations, or else you helped him out the hundred pills?"

Hearing the words of the **** fortune teller, this blood sacred realm level monk suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw like a drowning man, and instantly put his gaze on Wang Feng's body.

It's a pity that although Wang Feng couldn't stand the style of this **** operator ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he would not help the monk at the Blood Saint Realm level.

After all, there are a lot of these hundred pills, and Wang Feng doesn't know this little cultivator at the Blood Saint Realm level, so why should he help? After all, he is not a great charity.

"Needless to say such words to irritate me, I will not give this pill."

"Since you won't be out, then you shouldn't disturb my business here. Every time delay is a great loss for me."

"It looks like you don't want the benefits of my place anymore. If so, then forget it."

While talking, Wang Feng turned around and was about to leave, which made the face of the divine fortuneteller change, because he didn't know what Wang Feng meant by saying this.

"You wait." At this time, the fortune teller stopped Wang Feng.

"It's easy to want the benefits in my hands. You send him away, and then I will give you benefits."

"Forget it, you just need to find your eldest uncle, and he will naturally keep you safe." Since Wang Feng has already said this, if this **** operator is still entangled with this blood saint realm-level young cultivator, he will not let go. If that is the case, I am afraid that he will not get the benefits of Wang Feng.

So at this moment he can only tell this person the truth, and then send him away.

"It's that simple?"

Hearing the words of the **** fortune teller, this blood saint realm level monk showed an incredible color on his face.

He originally thought that the fortuneteller would tell him something shocking, but he didn't expect to go to his uncle?

"It's not that simple, don't you think that God will be kind to keep you safe?" The fortune teller sneered, and then said: "As long as you follow your uncle in your life, then you can have peace in your life."

"Ok."