In this era when magic is in extreme decline and spiritual energy is very thin, it is a very big thing for a practitioner to possess four genuine magic weapons.
No wonder Baili Yunsu would be so surprised that Master Ling Xiao, the president of the Northern Cultivation Association, would be so polite to Yu Qingzi and want to recruit him.
Even the old Imperial Master looked at the four magical weapons in the four directions of the astrolabe, and there was a hint of heat in his eyes.
Only Chen Xuan was not very interested in these four magical artifacts, and he had no intention of keeping them for himself.
Because these four magic weapons are all auxiliary magic weapons, they can only be used in special circumstances.
Otherwise, Yu Qingzi would not show it in front of so many important people.
Blessed by Yu Ruyi's spiritual power, Hong Yi's originally pale face turned rosy again. The five fingers of his left hand were calculating faster and faster, and the sword fingers of his right hand that were pressed on the astrolabe were constantly trembling slightly, as if
Under great pressure.
The further the astrolabe moves toward the inner wheel, the higher the difficulty becomes, almost exponentially increasing.
In this fifth round, Hong Yi was halfway through the push, and when he realized something was wrong, he pushed back again, as if opening a combination lock. He kept rolling back on the constellation symbols in the fifth round, and finally adjusted to what Hong Yi thought was the best position.
The starry sky projection in mid-air is no longer erratic, but becomes more clearly visible.
Seeing the starry sky projection, a look of pride appeared on Hong Yi's face.
The simulation of the Eastern Qisu was successful! "Master Yu Qingzi, please continue to activate the magic weapon! Next, simulate the Southern Qisu!"
Hong Yi said this with great difficulty.
Yu Qingzi, who had been pouring mana into Hong Yi, had a slightly stiff facial muscles, obviously having consumed a lot of mana in his body.
Hearing Hong Yi's words, Yu Qingzi let out a "duh" sound and fired another magic spell, hitting the small sapphire sword among the four magic weapons.
The small sword suddenly emitted a green light, and the rays of light merged into Hong Yi's body under the guidance of Yu Qingzi's magic formula, as if giving Hong Yi a shot of cardiotonic.
Hong Yi's eyes widened and he pushed the astrolabe around for the sixth time in one go! Everyone could see that the difficulty of pushing the sixth round was much higher than the previous five! The total time it took Hong Yi to complete the sixth round was more than
The first five laps are still long.
And when it comes to the seventh circle, Yu Qingzi will activate the third magic weapon and inject it into Hong Yi's body to bless the fortune teller's calculation power.
With the blessing of Yu Qingzi and the spiritual power of the three magic weapons, Hong Yi finally advanced to the eighth circle! Everyone saw that the face of the 89-year-old old fortune teller turned red, and it was obvious that he was approaching his limit.
"Master Yu Qingzi!"
Hong Yi suddenly shouted and reminded Yu Qingzi to activate the fourth magic weapon.
Yu Qingzi saw that Hong Yi was about to be unable to hold on, and that his own magic power was about to be exhausted. At the moment, he could only risk the loss of his cultivation to activate the fourth magic weapon! The green light of the four jade weapons reflected each other, shining on Hong Yi
The body caused Hong Yi's face to turn from red to blue, making him look a bit scary.
Hong Yi's eyes widened, and suddenly the five fingers of his left hand stopped counting quickly and turned into orchid fingers pointing to a certain star in the sky.
The star dimmed instantly when Hong Yi pointed at it from a distance.
When Chen Xuan saw this, he finally showed a hint of surprise.
This old fortune teller's magical powers are really extraordinary. It was an eye-opener for him tonight.
With Hong Yi making such a strange move, the astrolabe was finally pushed to the ninth circle! The starry sky projection in mid-air revealed another fresh galaxy, which is the so-called Southern Seven Constellations.
"Mr. Hong, stop now! Otherwise, you and I will both be bitten by this astrolabe!"
Yu Qingzi shouted with a ferocious expression.
All his mana has been exhausted and his body is empty. If this continues, the foundation of his cultivation will definitely be affected.
When Hong Yi heard what Yu Qingzi said, a strong look of reluctance appeared in his eyes, and finally he took back his fingers on the astrolabe with extreme helplessness.
As an earth-level physiognomist who has been immersed in the art of physiognomy for decades, Hong Yi is most aware of the consequences of the backlash from the astrolabe. At his age, he will definitely be affected by the backlash for the rest of his life, even if he is to sit on the throne of the National Preceptor.
You only have a few days to live, so what’s the point?
Everyone only saw that after Hong Yi stopped his hand, he seemed to be a little older. He fell back and sat down on the bamboo chair, breathing heavily, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.
However, looking at the simulated star map of the Eastern Qisu on the starry sky projection, it is very stable. Although the Southern Qisu is still one circle away and looks a bit blurry and erratic, it is still clear.
Therefore, a look of confidence appeared on Hong Yi's face. He did not believe that the other three candidates could advance the shooting star chart within ten circles.
"Seven political affairs and four remaining, Guo Laoxing Sect is indeed extraordinary."
Mo Yan praised lightly.
However, Yuan Shang was a little disapproving: "What Senior Hong used just now was the Dongwei Limitation Method of the Guolao Star Sect, which absorbs the power of the natal stars. This method consumes a lot of energy, and the energy and lifespan will be seriously affected. Otherwise, how can he use it?"
The shooting star chart advances to the ninth circle?"
When Hong Yi heard what Yuan Shang said, he glanced at him coldly and said nothing.
The old master shook his head slightly and said: "Hong Yi, you even used the Dongwei DaLian method before pushing it to the ninth circle. It seems that you have been living in seclusion for so many years and your physiognomy has not been much improved."
"Hmph! Zhou Daoji, you just rely on the evil star around you to restrain other stars, so that you can push the shooting star chart to within ten circles. It's a pity that your crooked method is the most punished by God, so you will be stuck in this life for the rest of your life.
It is impossible to be promoted to a heavenly physiognomist by relying on the calculation of a horoscope."
Hong Yi's words seemed to hit the old Imperial Master's pain point. A sinister look flashed across the corner of the Old Imperial Master's eyes, but it disappeared immediately.
"Which of the next three comes first?"
The old Imperial Master did not respond to Hong Yi's words, but looked at Ji Wushuang, Yuan Shang and Mo Yan respectively.
As soon as Yuan Shang started talking, Mo Yan was the first to speak: "You two are younger than me. You must know how to respect your seniors. What's more, the person I have is your senior's senior, so don't argue with me!"
The fat man said, holding the red panda in his hand and walked to the shooting star chart.
Anger flashed across Yuan Shang's face, and Qin Zheng gave him a calm look, so he restrained himself from getting angry.
Mo Yan placed the red panda on the stone table. The red panda stood on all fours and slowly walked around the astrolabe. Its round eyes were like bright amber, full of spirituality.
Everyone was very curious about what magical powers this little panda, which Mo Yan respectfully called "Qingqiu Immortal", had.
At this time, the star-shooting disk had returned to its original appearance, and the starry sky projection in mid-air had disappeared without a trace. If Mo Yan wanted to calculate, he still had to start from the outermost circle.
But Mo Yan was not in a hurry and seemed to be waiting for the red panda's instructions.
"Qingqiu Immortal, please explain to me the method of calculation!"
The red panda looked at Mo Yan condescendingly, and suddenly stepped on a star symbol on the outermost circle of the astrolabe with a paw.
