Chapter 269 Master Might

Master Bian's brow suddenly wrinkled, his eyes fell on his body, and his face showed frost.

"This little friend, do you know Feng Shui too?" Master Bian reached out his hand to stop Chu Yang from talking, and asked faintly.

Chu Yang snorted coldly. It's nothing more than a few days ago in the Qin family, but now in front of so many Feng Shui masters, he is also pretending to be coercive and overpowering.

Zhuo Bufan slowly turned around, staring at him, and then shook his head.

"The gossip, the Book of Changes, and the Feng Shui Collection, have you read it?" A sneer was on Master Bian's face.

Zhuo Buran still shook his head.

Master Bian finally couldn't help but sneered: "You don't understand gossip, you don't understand the anger of mountains and mountains, you can't even tell the most basic yin and yang five elements, dare you to speak out?"

"Feng Shui is simple, first, understand its form; second, understand its qi; third, the cooperation between people and the environment; it sounds simple, everyone understands it, but it is also difficult, why it is simple, because it is simple to explain Everyone can understand. The problem is that most people in this world don’t think about it, or they don’t understand it. Many people will be difficult for a lifetime."

The words of Master Bian made the other Feng Shui masters nod slightly.

Feng Shui is about the intangible yin and yang, gossip, astronomy and geography, just like a thirty-six-digit combination code. Those who know the code can solve it in a minute, and those who don't know it will never solve it for a lifetime.

And Zhuo Bufan looked like he was eighteen years old, even if he learned Feng Shui in his mother's womb, he couldn't achieve much now.

Others only thought that he insulted Master Bian, just to show the limelight. No one took him seriously.

Just when Zhuo Bufan was about to show his hand, suddenly an old man with a clear face stood up, "I don't know if this little friend understands Feng Shui, but I have heard of Master Bian's reputation in Qinzhou a long time ago, but in my opinion, It's just a pile of shit."

Chu Yang's expression changed in an instant. When he looked back, he was an old man wearing cyan cloth. Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with a protruding belly. He frowned and said, "Boss Gong, this is the master you invited. It hurts."

Boss Gong laughed loudly and said, "Master Lu is an expert I invited from the South. He inherits the genre of the Southern Maoist Little Fang Taoist and has a great reputation in the South."

As Master Lu spoke, he looked at Master Bian and shook his head: "What kind of chaotic power is nowadays, anyone who comes here will pretend to be a Feng Shui Master?

The rest of the people didn't speak, holding an attitude of watching the show.

The prestige of this master Bian is indeed resounding in Qinzhou, but there are very few people who have seen him take a shot. Many people disagree and think that he is a speculation.

"Oh? Does this master from the south have any clever means?" Master Bian was not angry or surprised, and faintly squinted at Master Lu.

Master Lu snorted coldly, took out a yellow talisman from his body, and immediately squeezed it with both hands, and shouted in his mouth: "Lim!"

Immediately after throwing out the talisman, it turned into a fireball against the weather, about the size of an apple.

Everyone took a breath, is this magic?

"Do you dare to show your ugliness?" Master Bian coldly snorted a song, and with a wave of his hand, a green glow shot out from the cuff.

Like an arrow shot out, it banged the fireball into sparks, and then hit Master Lu's chest.

Master Lu was beaten up and flew out, clutching his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood, staring at him in horror: "Junior Meng Lang! Please spare your life... Senior should be a master who has already entered the Tao, Junior has a bad eye."

Boss Gong was amazed, and the other bosses were also dumbfounded, throwing fireballs casually, with a green light, they were superhuman.

Zhuo Bufan glanced at Master Bian, and practiced the fifth level of qi. Is the fifth level of qi practicing the Dao in the legend?

"Maoshan Fulu is indeed very famous, but your cultivation is too weak. You need Jieyin to use the Fulu to burn a fireball." Master Bian shook his head, looking like a world-class expert.

Even Mrs. Tarifa's eyes flashed a ray of hope.

As for other Feng Shui masters who seem to lose in battle, their heads are downcast.

Although they understand the intangible principles of yin and yang and gossip, they understand and can do it. Obviously they don't even have the means of Master Lu, let alone Master Bian.

"Master, please help me to see what is wrong with my family." Tarifa folded his hands and nodded and pleaded.

Master Bian nodded lightly and said, "I have already said that the yin qi in the madam's mansion is too heavy. You only need to change a few feng shui to reverse the yin and yang."

"Nonsense." Suddenly a cold voice sounded.

Everyone's gaze fell on Zhuo Bufan again. He was able to do so just now, and everyone was considered him young and frivolous, but the strength displayed by Master Bian was obvious to all, and this guy dared to speak out.

Chu Yang frowned: "Zhuo Bufan, this is not your place to mess around. Last time you had Qiu Sihai in the Qin family to support you, no one can help you now."

Mrs. Tarifa also frowned slightly, Zhuo Bufan was too young, and she believed in Master Bian more than Master Bian, who had already shown her skills.

"The little guy must not be rude to Master Bian." Master Lu glared at Zhuo Bufan, clutching his chest: "Even I am not Master Bian's opponent. Master Bian is a master of Taoism, what are you?"

Chu Xin bit her moist lower lip, gently pulled La Zhuo Bufan, and shook his head to stop him from talking.

"You are not his opponent because you are too weak. What does it have to do with me?" Zhuo Bufan said coldly.

"You..." Master Lu blushed with a thick neck.

Chu Yang stood up and sneered again and again: "Since you don't pay attention to Master Bian, what are your skills?"

"Yes, what do you have for showing it to everyone?"

"I think this little guy will only be able to do things with his mouth, but he doesn't have any real skills."

Even Chu Xin's long and black eyebrows were lightly folded together, and he sighed. It seemed that he had offended Zhang Jun today, and the order must have been ruined.

Zhang Jun also looked at Zhuo Bufan indifferently, and even a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Mrs. Tarifa kindly said: "Mr. Zhuo, I think it's better to forget it. It's not early today. I have someone prepare some meals and everyone eats here at noon."

This is just to give Zhuo Bufan a step down, Master Bian shook his head disdainfully, did not put Zhuo Bufan in his eyes at all, turned around and prepared to enter the villa on the left to have a meal.

At this moment, Zhuo Bufan walked alone by the pond, holding the air in his arms, his arms like pushing a millstone.

Master Lu suddenly dilated his pupils and stammered: "A real person..."