[MTL] Fortune Teller Master ✔

Chapter 35

Lin Qingyin looked at Zhang Simiao's look of fear and despair, dragged her with her left hand behind her, and swiped aura with her right hand to start the formation.

The driver relied on the deserted area and even ignored the cover. He rushed towards the three people with the knife, but he just ran two steps and suddenly felt his eyes flash, and then looked at the three people who were originally five or six meters away. Sometime around, some big men with machetes came and surrounded him.

The driver felt a little guilty, and the thief looked around, suddenly rushed toward the weakest person with a knife...

Zhang Simiao was blocked by Lin Qingyin, she watched the driver rushing over with a knife, her nervous heart was about to jump out, and it was just a few meters away before she came to the front, and the driver stopped suddenly, clenching her hand tightly The knife turned around and suddenly ran next to his car, stabbing at the door fiercely.

After stabbing a few knives in a row, the tip of the sharp knife was slightly bent, and the driver lowered his head and pulled out a baseball stick and a machete from under the seat of the cab. Because of the excessive movement, a thick hemp rope was pulled out.

Zhang Simiao looked at what the driver hid under the seat and shivered in horror, but looked at Lin Qingyin but looked good, and looked very much looking forward to it.

The driver took the baseball bat in his hand and smashed it into his car. He watched the windows shattered and the car body had more pits.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Simiao was somewhat overwhelmed by the reaction: "Is he a lunatic?" Recalling that the driver's makeup and all kinds of routines, she is not like what a mentally ill person does.

Fat Wang looked at this car and was about to be scrapped by him. He couldn't help but wonder: "Little Master, what kind of formation is this that can make him crazy like this."

"Isn't crazy, wouldn't it escape legal sanctions?" Lin Qingyin said lightly: "This is just a phantom!"

Although Wang Fatzi often sees that Lin Qingyin uses stone to form an array, but it is all about driving a mosquito and adjusting the temperature. This is the first time such an array of people has also created illusions.

Fatty Wang said excitedly: "Master, can you teach me this formation!"

Lin Qingyin glanced at him: "Yes, but first of all, you need to be able to put thirty-eight stones in the corresponding position within half a minute, each position can't be worse than one millimeter."

Wang Fatzi suddenly wilted: "It's too difficult, I still put that array to adjust the temperature. But Master Master, your eyesight and wrist strength are too accurate, I sometimes take the ruler at home every day and sometimes it is wrong."

Lin Qingyin tipped his toes and patted his shoulder: "It's okay, this is all practiced."

When Wang Fatzi thought of Lin Qingyin's age, he suddenly felt confident. Even if Lin Qingyin had only been practicing since he was six or seven years old, it would be worthwhile if he mastered this skill in ten years.

Looking at Wang Fatzi and hitting chicken blood, Lin Qingyin's mouth smiled without breaking his hope. Taking out his mobile phone and glancing at the time, Lin Qingyin motioned Wang Fatty: "Almost, let's call the police. He has to sentence him for a few years."

Fatty Wang took out his mobile phone and thought about it: "This attempt is hard to tell. I read the news that some indecent other people were detained for several days."

Lin Qingyin touched his chin: "If something is wrong, you will be sentenced again, wouldn't it be cheaper for him!"

"It's just too cheap for him." Wang Fatzi pointed to the machete in the driver's hand, the baseball bat, the sharp knife, and the rope on the ground: "This is obviously to premeditate crime. Master, can you tell that he is suffering. What excites me?"