Chapter 30 Departure, looking for someone
If you have such an unexpected surprise, you must go there in person.
If they can bring people back, the Lan Yue Sect seems to have two disciples who possess the template of the protagonist, and their own strength can also increase again. Why not?
Lin Fan immediately decided to set off!
Before this, he was really a bit timid.
What if you get caught in it?
But now, he is willing to take this risk!
"The sect-protecting formation is fully activated, so there is no need to worry about consumption. Only the seven of them will be there during our absence. Otherwise, safety cannot be guaranteed."
"Keep in touch with the fifth elder at all times. If nothing happens, let them come back on their own."
"And I'm waiting~~~"
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Go and meet the person who meets the eighth sect rule."
"set off!"
The five people jumped into the air and rushed towards Hongwu Immortal City.
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"Sect Master and the others have already left, let's go too."
"To avoid long nights and too many dreams."
"Yes, Fifth Elder."
Duan Qingyao and Xiao Ling'er, who had completely changed their appearance, also set off quietly...
Outside the inn, there were people watching all the time. Although they were very covert, they could not escape the eyes of Liang Danxia, the 'old monster'.
However, these people never thought that Duan Qingyao and Xiao Ling'er could not only change their appearance, but also change their consciousness and aura, and then leave under their noses in such a swagger.
A smooth journey!
No one noticed until they left Hongwu Immortal City, but neither of them relaxed their vigilance.
"Let's all take a detour."
Duan Qingyao whispered: "There are many people outside the city, and some of them are more or less cautious. Perhaps they will pay attention to or even follow anyone who goes in the direction of Lan Yue Sect."
"Therefore, first go west, wait until you reach a deserted place, then turn back and return to Lan Yue Sect from the side."
"It's up to you."
Xiao Ling'er, disguised as an old woman, nodded slightly.
But at this moment, Duan Qingyao looks like a rough old man...
The two left in a low-key manner. Thanks to the power of this transformation technique, no one noticed them.
Even if there are some "unexpected situations", Duan Qingyao's strength can still resolve them.
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On the other side, Fan Jianqiang hid in the dark, took out the divination tool he carried with him, and made a fortune for himself.
"what?"
"Good luck?"
The result surprised him: "For so long, this is the first time I have received a lucky hexagram every day. With this said, I must not miss it!"
"According to the hexagrams, outside the northeast gate, he is pretending to be a fortune teller."
He frowned slightly: "I wanted to leave quietly, but now it seems that leaving quietly is not the best choice. As long as you are careful, there should be no accidents."
After a while, Fan Qianqiang packed up.
Transformed into a middle-aged fortune teller.
Holding a canvas, there are four characters written on it: "Iron mouth cuts straight".
Immediately, he left the hiding place in such a swagger...
Soon after, outside the northwest city gate, among the large 'street stalls', there was a fortune-telling stall.
Time passes, and the sun sets.
Fan Jianqiang was not in a hurry, and he would not refuse anyone who came to tell fortunes. He would accept yuan stones, copper coins, and silver coins. In addition, he was really quite capable and could calculate quite accurately. Not only did the number of people in front of his booth never decrease, On the contrary, there are more and more.
From time to time there was a sound of breaking through the sky.
The monks came and went, making it very lively.
While Fan Jianqiang was telling fortunes, his eyes were a bit sinister, always paying attention to his surroundings and ready to run away at any time.
"Even if it is a good fortune, if there is danger, I will run away as soon as possible."
"You can wait slowly for the good luck hexagrams, but if you lose your life, you are really dead, and you can't pay for it!"
This guy shook his head, his eyes rolling.
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"They have left and the journey was quite safe."
Wu Xingyun and Lin Fan rushed outside Hongwu Immortal City.
The other three elders assisted Xiao Ling'er and the others from the side.
However, they would not show up unless Xiao Ling'er was in danger.
Wu Xingyun protected Lin Fan and landed outside the northwest gate: "It's just that it's hard to find someone who meets the eighth rule of the sect."
"Ah."
Lin Fan nodded: "Since he is extremely cautious, he will naturally hide himself deeper than anyone else, and... there is a high probability that he has hundreds of millions of hidden cards."
Wu Xingyun understood half of it.
It’s understandable to hide it deeply.
But a little trump card?
What monk doesn’t have such a thing as a trump card?
"Let's just let it happen."
Lin Fan was also a little helpless.
Naturally, he hopes to get one more disciple who has the template of the protagonist to come back, but this kind of thing can't be said, so he really has to let it happen.
"There are so many people lined up over there?"
He glanced around and saw a stall.
It stands to reason that those who set up street stalls outside the city should be low-class people. Otherwise, wouldn't it be better to go inside the city?
But that stall was not overcrowded at all, and it was hard not to notice.
"The iron mouth cuts straight through?"
Wu Xingyun's mind swept away: "Fortune teller."
"With so many people, the calculation should be quite accurate."
"Oh?"
Lin Fan's eyes lit up: "Then let's go find him and settle the matter."
"Fan Jianqiang is a monk, but he has no cultivation base. I'm afraid he can't calculate it. How can a mortal bear the karma of a monk?" Wu Xingyun was not optimistic.
"Why don't you try?"
Lin Fan still wanted to give it a try.
It wasn't a flash of inspiration, but just a simple desire to test whether the fortune tellers in the world of immortality had real abilities, or were just like the magicians I encountered before traveling through time, only knowing how to deceive and deceive.
He still remembered that he met a fortune teller a few years ago, and he said something like this out of the blue: "Little brother, I see that your hall is dark, and you are going to suffer a bloody disaster!"
Lin Fan naturally didn't believe such a 'classic' line, but the other party said again: "Don't believe it, I'll do the math for you first, and see if I'm right or not, your... father died before your mother!" "
When Lin Fan thought about it, holy shit, that's so accurate!
Then the other party cheated me out of half a month's salary.
It wasn't until a few days later that I realized that this guy was a genius.
What is "father dies before mother"? Isn't this a snake oil saying? !
No matter how you explain it, it’s all right!
Father died first? correct.
Mother leaves first? Right. If the father is here, the mother will die first!
Even if both of them are still alive, they can still be right, because there is no way to reveal it for the time being.
You can't turn into a living king of hell and kill two elders on the spot and at the same time just to say that the fortune teller is inaccurate, right? !
But since Xianwu Continent is a world of cultivating immortals, they can’t all be magicians, right?
Moreover, this fortune teller set up a stall at the entrance of Fairy City, and there were so many people supporting him, so he must be a capable person.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes: "Second Elder, let's do this, this, and this."
"If he can pass the test, it won't be difficult to find Fan Jianqiang."
"If we can't pass, we will only lose one Yuan Stone."
"According to what the sect leader said."
Seeing Lin Fan's insistence, Wu Xingyun naturally couldn't refuse, so he immediately stepped forward and exchanged a piece of Yuan Stone for a front position. The man was just an ordinary person, and after receiving the Yuan Stone, he naturally left happily and grateful. .
"next."
Fan Jianqiang spoke, and Wu Xingyun stepped forward.
