Beiyin Great Sage

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"Rumble..."

The ban on the holy mountain was obviously on the verge of collapse, the trembling became more intense, and cracks appeared in the air mechanism that separated the inside and outside.

In the middle of the hall.

Zhao Fujia got up slowly, tidied up his clothes a little, and walked slowly to the front of the main hall.

Looked up.

The obvious perception allowed him to clearly perceive that several destructive forces were coming, which was an irresistible terrifying force.

It is the bottom of the box for the military and various ethnic groups.

As long as it is not a golden creature, once hit, there is absolutely no possibility of surviving.

Even the strongest person in Hongzeyu is no exception!

"coming!"

Feeling the danger approaching in the dark, Zhao Fujia smiled instead of being startled, raised his head, spread his arms, and completely opened the seal of the holy mountain.

at the same time.

A terrifying, crazy, and endless atmosphere suddenly emerged.

"boom!"

Just the coercion of the pure breath caused the clouds within hundreds of miles to shatter, and the endless creatures were all shocked under its power.

Even the silver strong.

not excluded!

"what is that?"

"This is impossible!"

"gold!"

Shouts of surprise and surprise came from all directions.

Zhou Jia's body tensed up, his body trembled slightly under the terrifying power, his steel teeth were clenched, and his eyes were fixed on the holy mountain.

"This is impossible!"

Song Zhijie even yelled:

"Zhao Fujia can never be so strong!"

Just relying on power and influence, it is difficult to move a lot of silver, which is definitely not something that a mere third-tier silver can do.

……

"Not Zhao Fujia."

Brown manifested the spirit of the angry king, but he could only protect his surroundings. He said in a deep voice:

"This breath is not Zhao Fujia."

Chapter 035 Gold!

In the evening, wind and sand suddenly struck.

"unlucky!"

Wang Gou yawned, and the wind and sand penetrated his mouth, and he couldn't help yelling that he was unlucky, and even poohed several times, he still felt his throat was hard.

"Brother Wang, are you off work?"

"Come and sit when you have time!"

"Brother Wang, have you eaten yet?"

Along the way, there are constant greetings, and it can be seen that his popularity on this street is known to everyone, and everyone knows it.

Many flattering and polite voices sounded again and again.

Wang Gou also greeted casually, but his attitude was completely different, as if looking down from above, with contempt in his eyes.

"Old man."

Stopping in front of a booth with three calculations per day and three origin stones per day, he said with a loud voice:

"Haven't you finished the three calculations today?"

"Hey..." The old man who bought sugar water next to him chuckled and said:

"It's not that the three calculations haven't been completed yet, but that he didn't even open today!"

"Oh!" Wang Gou raised his eyebrows:

"is it?"

"Yes." The stall owner smiled wryly:

"The market is not good today."

"You are a fortune teller, so you should calculate today's market price for yourself before leaving the booth." Wang Gou squatted down with a smile, and took out three origin stones:

"I'm lucky today. I got a windfall. I'll take care of your business. Help me see the latest fortune."

As he spoke, he smiled triumphantly.

For him who has always been stingy, he is willing to spend three origin stones for a fortune. It is obvious that this windfall is worth a lot.

"Thank you!"

The stall owner collected the Origin Stone without haste and took out some melon seeds:

"Throw it away, please."

"it is good!"

Wang Gou also knew the fortune-telling method of the other party, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the melon seeds and tossed them casually:

"Let's do the math!"

"Yes." The stall owner should be, bowing his head and sweeping the melon seeds, his complexion changed:

"This……"

"What's wrong?" Wang Gou chuckled lightly:

"It's not bad luck, is it?"

During this period of time, he was very lucky. There were vacancies in the upper positions one after another, and it was determined that he would take over one of them.

Promotion.

It means getting rich.

"..." The stall owner seriously placed the melon seeds, frowning:

"Brother Wang."

He pondered for a moment, and said slowly:

"It's a pity, but... you may not survive today."

"Ok?"

"what?"

Not only Wanggou, but also the old man selling sugar water changed his face.

The old man hastily said:

"Old guy, don't talk nonsense. Brother Wang is a popular figure in the yamen. These days, he is in the limelight. You want to beat him!"

"Humph!"

Wang Gou got up slowly, his face was gloomy, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he kicked the long banner standing beside the hexagram stand to the ground with a fierce kick:

"unlucky!"

"The good mood of the day is all fucking gone."

"Whoa..."

The sweeping down of the long flag caused the people around to back away one after another, showing panic on their faces.

"old man!"

Wang Gou narrowed his eyes and stared at the stall owner:

"You'd better pray that your divination is accurate, otherwise, if I'm still alive tomorrow, then... someone else will die!"

"Peng!"

He didn't see any movement, the stall owner got off the ground, flew upside down for a few meters, and rolled around on the ground a few times before stopping.

After landing, he stroked his chest and coughed up blood, his body trembling again and again.

"Fucking bad luck!"

Wang Gou snorted again and walked away.

"you……"

The old man selling sugar water changed his face and said in a low voice:

"Don't you know how to say a few nice words? Wang Gou is the steward of the yamen. A word from him can make you unable to set up a business here."

"Really..."

"You're asking for trouble!"

"Hey." The stall owner smiled wryly, propped himself up and got up:

"But judging from divination, he really won't survive today. I hope I'm wrong. After all, this is a human life."

"You..." The old man was speechless, and couldn't help but rolled his eyes:

"Wait for bad luck."

After thinking about it, he said:

"It looks like you won't be able to come tomorrow, and we've been setting up a stall together for a long time, why don't you count it for me."

"Of course, it doesn't cost money."

The stall owner looked up, glanced at the other party, and was suddenly taken aback:

"you……"

"What's wrong?" The old man touched his cheek.

"Your face is a ghost, which is a sign of impending disaster." The expression of the stall owner changed:

"I'm afraid, I won't be able to live today."

"Pooh!"

The old man's face sank, his original good mood disappeared, and his heart was filled with anger, and he almost cursed on the spot:

"Go to hell, I'm sorry for you."

"Counting one cursed person to die, I think you are courting death yourself!"

"One dies one?" The stall owner didn't pay attention to his cursing, but his heart was moved, and he looked around with a bright light.

Immediately, his complexion changed drastically.

"How... how?"

He didn't care about tidying up the booth, and staggered towards one person, ignoring the other person's obstruction, and looked at the other person's face:

"The face of death!"

"I can't survive today!"

Before the other party got angry, he had already rushed to a child, grabbed the other's palm and looked at the palm prints, his body trembling:

"A premature death!"

"Who are you cursing to die? The old guy, get out!"