Chapter 309 Blood Compass

Fortune teller Yu Xiu glanced at Qi Yuan, with an unfathomable look on his face.

"This little brother speaks strangely, but... as long as you calculate and ask, today... I will satisfy you."

After all, this is his way to remove the curse on him.

Fortune teller Yu Xiu said this silently in his heart.

The curse that has been contaminated can only be resolved by using these props and coming here... for fortune telling.

These props are all disposable.

It can be said that anything in this world can be calculated.

"Put your hand on the copper plate, and I will know the answer." The fortune teller said softly.

"Okay." Qi Yuan put his hand on the copper plate.

Beihe Han Xianyun showed a strange look on his face. The two people in front of him were strange.

Let's not talk about the fortune teller, it's a bit mysterious.

Qi Yuan, who participated in the martial arts conference, spoke crazy, game clearance? What does it mean?

The corners of Nanshi Zhangyang's mouth drew a disdainful smile: "It seems that there are more than one crazy person today."

He has always been very arrogant and looked down on everyone.

He was born in a noble family and was a family friend of the legendary Seven Martial Stars Family, so he always felt superior.

It was an honor for the martial arts circle for him to come to the martial arts circle.

Now, he is leaving the martial arts circle and heading for a better future, so naturally he looks down on these people in the martial arts circle.

After all, generally speaking, there are very few real nobles who enter the martial arts circle.

Generally speaking... they are all nouveau riche.

At this moment, Yu Xiu was concentrating, his blood boiling, waiting for the copper plate's prompt.

He was just an ordinary deceased person, how could he understand the way of divination.

The so-called divination is all done by the copper plate prop.

However, as time passed, no prompts came.

Yu Xiu's eyes showed a look of astonishment and confusion.

At this time, Qi Yuan stared at Yu Xiu and whispered, "How is it? How is the calculation? When can I pass this game?"

Yu Xiu was silent for a while, and his heart seemed to be in turmoil.

This is the first time he has encountered such a thing.

He has a hundred thousand questions in his mind?

After all...it's the first time he has encountered a prop failure.

Could it be that...the other party is the same as him?

But...

He looked at Qi Yuan with an embarrassed look on his face: "Your Excellency's question really stumped me.

Or...you can change the question and I will try again?"

He changed the way he addressed Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan sighed when he heard this: "Your divination ability is not good, I overestimated you.

How about this, you calculate whether I will win the championship in this martial arts competition!"

The fortune teller Yu Xiu has not spoken yet.

The warriors present laughed again.

Beihe Han Xianyun looked at Qi Yuan and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Qi is too confident!"

Just now, he and Qi Yuan had exchanged names.

A trace of disdain naturally appeared in the eyes of Zhang Yang, the Southern Lion. His voice was like a bell, and he looked at Qi Yuan: "I also participated in this martial arts conference."

His meaning was very clear. If I participated, then... I will be the champion.

The rest of the warriors agreed.

A year ago, Zhang Yang, the Southern Lion, only lost to the champion of the martial arts conference by one move.

This year, his martial arts must be more profound, and there will be no problem in winning the championship.

"Boy, the person next to you is Zhang Yang, the Southern Lion. The champion of this martial arts conference must be him. Don't be crazy."

Faced with these voices, Qi Yuan ignored them at all.

His hand fell on the copper plate, waiting for the answer from the fortune teller Yu Xiu.

At this time, some information also came into his eyes.

[The imitation of the blood compass seems to be able to peek into the secrets of heaven and capture the trajectory of fate. It is produced by Xueluo Island. 】

However, at this moment, suddenly, a click came.

The copper plate under Qi Yuan's hand cracked and broke directly.

"Puff..." Yu Xiu's eyes showed a look of shock, and with a hint of confusion, a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The prop was actually... broken!

How... is this possible!

It was broken just by fortune-telling!

The people around him looked strange when they saw this.

"What's going on?"

"Why are you vomiting blood?"

"Are you acting?"

The people around him were confused.

Nanshi Zhang Yang sneered: "If you are playing tricks, I won't continue to act with you."

He said and left.

Most of the warriors around him smiled and left when they saw this.

Obviously, they thought that Qi Yuan and this fortune-teller knew each other, and they were probably calculating who.

Even Beihe Han Xianyun looked at Qi Yuan with some doubts.

This fortune-teller had told some secrets about him before, could it be that it was really related to him?

At this time, Qi Yuan reached out and took out his mental illness certificate.

"Look carefully, this is my certificate, don't try to scam me, I didn't break it!"

Qi Yuan has always been cautious, and he always carries his mental illness certificate with him, for fear of scammers.

He used it now.

This operation immediately dispelled the suspicion in Beihe Han Xianyun's heart.

If it was a plan against him, Qi Yuan shouldn't have performed like this?

Is there any meaning in performing like this?

The fortune teller Yu Xiu looked at Qi Yuan, also confused, and many thoughts flashed through his mind: "This is indeed...it has nothing to do with you."

Props...especially this special kind, will not break for no reason.

This can only mean that the people and things he predicted... are beyond the ability of the props.

But... doesn't this happen to those scary monsters?

How could it happen to a human?

Could it be that this person has a prop that can block prediction?

"By the way, where did you get this blood compass? It's quite interesting. I also want to get one.

If I have this, wouldn't it be a big profit?" Qi Yuan asked.

This question made Yu Xiu's heart suddenly wary: "How do you know it's called a blood compass... You don't have any dead air at all!"

Yu Xiu regretted it as soon as he blurted out the words.

Qi Yuan thought: "Because I have a mental illness, and a mental illness knows these things... Isn't it normal?

By the way, I want to ask you a question, do you know the Spirit Martial Master?"

After coming to this world, Qi Yuan's mission is to become a Human Martial Master, a Spirit Martial Master, and to cultivate to the realm of the Ten Thousand Martial Gods.

The Human Martial Master is very simple, just win the martial arts conference a hundred times.

But the Spirit Martial Master, there is no clue.

The fortune teller in front of him was strange, so Qi Yuan planned to ask.

"Spirit Martial Master?" Yu Xiu shook his head, "I have never heard of him, but... I have heard of the Human Martial Master and the Mythical Mad Dragon Martial Master."

This time, Yu Xiu did not hide anything. He felt that Qi Yuan seemed to be hiding a secret.

Otherwise, how could he know the name of the Blood Compass?

"Martial Master?" Qi Yuan murmured.

At this time, Yu Xiu's face suddenly changed: "No, I... have to go."

The Blood Compass was broken, and there was still a trace of the curse on him.

He had to solve it quickly.

After he finished speaking, he left quickly.

As for the table, it was left in place and not moved away.

Beihe Han Xianyun looked at Yu Xiu's back with a strange look on his face: "Are you sure you don't know each other?"

"No... He is quite interesting." Qi Yuan said.

He remembered the word "dead air" that the other party said.

This shows that the other party is not a person, but a group.

"It's really interesting, just as interesting as you are.

Could it be that... the rumors are true?" Han Xianyun thought of something and couldn't help but murmur.

"What rumors?" Qi Yuan asked curiously.

At the same time, he also sent the words such as Blood Compass, Blood Luo Island, Death Qi, and Mythical Mad Dragon Martial Master to the robot Zero One through his mobile phone, asking it to help check the information.

"Some time ago, a big thing happened in Wugui Country, and a military camp was flattened.

I watched the video and saw a huge blood-colored sword appear in the sky, and suddenly... all the soldiers in the military camp died.

There are rumors that the immortal way has revived, and that person is an immortal cultivator!"

Han Xianyun said in a low voice. He was very excited when he said this, and there was a hint of frustration in his eyes.

"If there is really an immortal way, what are our efforts for so many years...?"

He was indeed very frustrated.

If there is really an immortal way, the martial arts is completely useless.

Even if the limit of the martial arts is broken... is there any meaning?

Can a sword destroy a legion of 3,000 people?

Qi Yuan smiled: "After so many years of hard work, can you beat the gene warriors?"

"..." Han Xianyun was speechless.

Indeed, without the immortal way, the martial arts is nothing.

The limit of the martial arts can't even defeat the soldiers who take advanced genetic drugs.

"Don't say it if you don't know how to talk!" Han Xianyun said dissatisfiedly, but his mood was much better.

Yes, if the martial arts are not good, then it's not good anyway.

"The only thing I am worried about now is that if the immortal way is really revived, the martial arts conference will be cancelled in the future... then..." Han Xianyun's voice was a little lonely.

No matter how bad the martial arts are, it is something he regards as a child.

He has seen him in the martial arts conference since he was a child.

For him, those martial arts extremes are the professional players he admires.

According to the development of the situation, perhaps there is really no martial arts conference in this world.

"You think too much, even if the Qin Yuan Kingdom is destroyed, the martial arts conference will continue for a hundred sessions!" Qi Yuan said confidently.

"You are such a boaster. Qin Yuanguo is gone, so what's the point of the martial arts conference!" Han Xianyun couldn't help but retort.

"I am here, and the martial arts conference is here."

"Tsk tsk!"

The two chatted and laughed and entered the martial arts union branch.

Next, the test was carried out.

Anyone who passed the test could directly participate in the main competition of the martial arts conference.

There were more than 30 people in the hall, each of them was a martial artist, exuding a sharp aura.

At this time, Nanshi Zhang Yang shouted loudly, and his innate martial arts skills were displayed at this moment.

There was only a burst of thunder on the ring.

Nanshi Zhang Yang's opponent, a powerful martial artist, had no time to resist and fell heavily.

"Nanshi Zhang Yang wins!" Following the referee's voice, Nanshi Zhang Yang came down from the ring arrogantly. As for the martial artist he defeated, he had never even looked at him and didn't take him seriously at all.

The martial artists below looked at Nanshi Zhang Yang, with envy and shock in their eyes.

"Southern Lion Zhang Yang's strength has improved compared to last year!"

"It seems that he will be the champion of this martial arts competition!"

"But he... is too arrogant!"

Everyone was talking about it.

"Next... Qi Yuan."

Following the referee's voice, Qi Yuan also stepped forward.

Northern Crane Han Xianyun, who passed the test, smiled and said, "Come on, future champion, don't fail the test."

Yang Shan smiled and said, "You underestimate Qi Yuan too much. His talent... is higher than yours!"

"Higher than me?" Beihe Han Xianyun was stunned. "What is his strength?"

"You will know after you take a look." Yang Shan smiled even more.

Qi Yuan is just in his early twenties, seven or eight years younger than Han Xianyun.

As a result, he has reached the limit of martial arts.

More importantly, Qi Yuan has only been learning martial arts for less than a year.

Maybe, he can really break through the limit of martial arts like Luo Bufan.

After all, according to records, Luo Bufan's martial arts talent is not as good as Qi Yuan.

At this time, Qi Yuan stepped onto the ring with a calm expression.

His enemy was a very burly man, his arms were thicker than Qi Yuan's thighs.

Standing on the ring, he was like a wall.

"This kid is unlucky. He actually faced Iron Armor Storm!"

"Iron Armor Storm cultivates the unparalleled defense Iron Armor Skill. With his unparalleled defense, that young man can't break his defense at all!"

"Why is he here?"

The warriors off the field were talking about it, and Han Xianyun also showed a worried look.

"He is too unlucky. Even if he is at the limit of ordinary martial arts, he has no chance of winning against Iron Armor Storm.

After all... martial arts... sometimes end!"

After all, martial arts are still weak, and the difference in body size is also very important.

That big guy looks like he starts at 300 pounds and is two meters tall. It is normal for such a fierce man to defeat a warrior even if he doesn't practice martial arts.

Not to mention, he has also practiced the hard skill of Iron Armor Skill.

However, at this time, on the ring, Qi Yuan looked at this burly man with a look of regret in his eyes: "Your body is very suitable for corpse refining.

What a pity, I am a good person."

As he spoke, Qi Yuan attacked instantly.

His speed was amazing in the eyes of the warriors present.

Iron Armor Storm didn't react at all.

A huge force landed on his chest.

"Ah!" Tiejia Kuangfeng shouted.

However, his body was out of control and flew directly out of the ring with a loud noise.

The battle started quickly and ended quickly.

Everyone present was shocked. The scene in front of them was too shocking.

"This... the limit of martial arts is not an ordinary limit of martial arts!"

The people present reacted and looked at Qi Yuan with different eyes.

"So young... this talent is stronger than Beihe Nanshi!"

The warriors on the field were shocked.

Even some elderly warriors on the high platform stood up excitedly.

"There is another Luo Bufan in this world?"

All the warriors looked at Qi Yuan with different eyes.

After all, he broke through the limit of martial arts at such a young age.

This talent... has never been seen before, and it is estimated that there will be no one in the future.

Maybe... there is hope to break through the limit of martial arts.

Thinking of this, the warriors present were not calm.

The look towards Qi Yuan also changed.

At this time, a warrior looked at Zhang Yang, the Southern Lion, with an inexplicable look in his eyes: "Zhang Yang, you have an opponent this time, his strength... is probably not inferior to yours."

Zhang Yang glanced at Qi Yuan, his eyes still arrogant: "I participated in this martial arts competition, and the champion can only be me.

Humph, his strength... If it was before, I would still look up to him, but now I... am no longer the me of the past.

If it weren't for winning the championship and leaving successfully, this martial arts competition... I would not even bother to participate."

He is not the same as before.

He... is already a cultivator.

Although he has just entered the door... but dealing with some mortal warriors... is it not easy?

Facing Qi Yuan and other warriors from nouveau riche families, he naturally disdains it in his heart.

...

At the same time, in the alley.

The fortune teller Yu Xiu had a painful face, and dense red marks grew on his face.

These red marks covered his entire face, which looked very scary.

"Not good..."

Bang!

Bang!

A sound like beating a drum sounded at this moment.

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes blurred, and saw a terrifying giant beast with two horns standing in the fog in front of him.

In the hand of the giant beast, there was a bloody axe.

Such a scene was very horrifying.

Yu Xiu's face was full of fear.

"How could it be a monster of this level...I'm done for, I have to die here..."

He felt aggrieved.

It was just an ordinary fortune-telling, just to remove a curse.

Why did he have such bad luck?