Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Chapter 289

"Old thing, are you tired of living crooked?!"

Wei Chitu stepped forward and kicked the fortune teller over, glaring viciously at the white-haired old man, looking fierce and evil.

If it weren't for Fang Mo's explanation that he couldn't make trouble at will, Wei Chitu would have to pinch the white-haired old man in front of him to death.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man did not change his face, calmly stroked his long beard, and looked at Fang Mo quietly, with an unfathomable look.

Seeing that the white-haired old man did not react at all, Wei Chitu snorted coldly and was about to throw his fist up, but was stopped by Fang Mo's eyes.

"I don't know what the master is called?"

Fang Mo glanced meaningfully at the white-haired old man and said lightly.

"Hehe, old Dao Tian operator."

The white-haired old man smiled indifferently.

"Heavenly operator..." The

corners of Fang Mo's mouth hooked, and a hint of playfulness appeared on his face.

The guy named Heavenly Operator in front of him was a cultivator with a heavy Yuan Master Realm.

Although in Fang Mo's eyes, it is not worth mentioning, but in this Mufeng City, it is not ordinary, you must know that the Duanmu family master is also a double cultivation realm of the Yuan Master Realm.

And in the light breath of this heavenly operator cloud, Fang Mo smelled a trace of blood, which was very interesting.

"I wonder what the Heavenly Operator Master just said means?" Fang Mo asked.

Hearing Fang Mo's question, the Heavenly Operator's face straightened, his face showed a solemn expression, and he said in a deep voice:

"Old Taoist Temple, your Yintang is black, and there is faintly blood qi surrounding your body, I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the near future!"

Hearing this, the corners of Fang Mo's mouth smiled even more.

"Then dare to ask the master, is there a way to deal with the robbery?"

"There is a law to rob, but... The heavenly machine must not be leaked. The

heavenly operator shook his head and stopped talking.

"Go on."

Fang Mo flicked his fingers, and a storage ring landed in front of the Heavenly Operator.

The heavenly operator picked up the storage ring on the ground, looked at it, and the greed in his eyes flashed.

"It's okay, the old way is related to you, let's make an exception for you today."

The Heavenly Operator sighed softly, quietly put away the storage ring, and then pinched his hands and chanted words in his mouth, and an esoteric aura swept out from his body.

A moment later, a small gossip diagram appeared out of thin air in front of the Heavenly Operator, exuding a mysterious aura.

Fang Mo looked at the scene in front of him calmly, without saying a word.

Immediately afterwards, the sky operator volleyed a few times, waved his big sleeve, and the gossip diagram disappeared.

"Gongzi, by wearing this talisman on your body, you can resolve this calamity."

As he spoke, the Heavenly Operator handed Fang Mo a triangular talisman.

Fang Mo looked at the triangular talisman in his hand and smiled slightly.

There was a hint of imperceptible mockery in his smile.

This triangular talisman contains rich Yuan Force fluctuations, but it is mixed with a faint mental imprint, which is difficult for ordinary people to find.

If Fang Mo's expectations were not bad, the function of this mental imprint should be tracking.

"Whew..." The

triangular talisman spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into ashes in an instant.

"Gongzi, what do you mean by this?"

The Heavenly Operator frowned slightly, and his body exuded a trace of the coercion of the Yuan Master Realm.

Fang Mo was not moved in the slightest, looked at the heavenly operator in front of him with a smile, and slowly spoke:

"Master, I think we should talk in another place."

"Well?"

The sky operator was slightly startled, a little puzzled.

"Take away."

Fang Mo no longer paid attention to the heavenly operator, put his arm around Xuan'er and turned to leave, leaving two words lightly.

Before the heavenly operator could react, his shoulder was put on by a big hand, and his body sank.

Turning his head, the burly man who had just kicked over his stall was looking at himself with a sinister smile.

"Hmph, old thing, did you ever calculate that you have a bloody disaster today?!"

"You..." In

the next second, the Heavenly Operator's face changed drastically, and his eyes widened.

He felt that the Yuan Power in his body was completely imprisoned by it, and his body could not move.

The cultivation of his own Yuan Master Realm has been completely suppressed, and this person in front of him must be at least a Yuan Master Realm Triple Cultivator!

It's broken, it's gone....

Damn, how could this little Mufeng City appear such a strong person!

The face of the heavenly operator became more and more ugly.

Wei Chitu didn't care about three seven twenty-one, picked up the heavenly operator and followed Fang Mo and disappeared into the sea of people....

...

The next day, Duanmu House.

The laughter that was usually filled with the house disappeared today, and everyone's faces were heavy and their steps were hurried.

The entire Duanmu Mansion was covered with gloom.

In the spacious hall, a middle-aged man with half-white hair sat on a high seat, his face was livid, and he did not say a word.

This person is the head of the Duanmu family, Duanmu Cang.

Beside him, Guan Yuekui's face was sad, and her eyes were red.

Below sat Duanmu Yu and a group of clan elders.

"You... Did you really see your eldest brother break into the Misty Plains?

Duanmu Cang stared closely at Duanmuyun who was kneeling on the ground, and his tone trembled a little.

"Yes... Yes, father, the situation was critical, and I saw with my own eyes that my eldest brother was forced into the Misty Plain by a demon beast!

Duanmuyun's face was full of grief, and his tone was low.

"Ahem!"

Hearing this, Duanmu Cang's face showed a trace of pain, and his chest rose and fell violently.

He didn't expect that just a few days after his retreat, his eldest son Duanmulong died.

I can't believe that such a thing as a white-haired person sending a black-haired person can fall on his head.

"Alas..."

The elders of the clans also showed regret, and their grief overflowed.

"Don't you know the dangers of Maple Forest?! Mess with stuff!

Duanmu Cang stared at Duanmuyun below, roared, and was furious.

"Father... Father, yes... It's the eldest brother who is going..." said Duanmuyun tremblingly.

"You... Burst!

Duanmu Cang suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"Sir!"

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

"Patriarch!"

In the hall, exclamations continued to sound, and everyone looked at Duanmu Cang on the high seat with nervous expressions.

"It's okay, it's just an old disease."

Duanmu Cang waved his hand, his voice a little tired.

Hearing such a weak voice, Guan Yuekui and Duanmu Yue below looked at each other imperceptibly, full of deep meaning.

Even the clan elders looked at Duanmu Cang with frowns.

"Big brother, this matter is not Yun'er's fault, it is an accident, he doesn't want to do this, you don't blame him too much..."

At this time, Duanmu Yu stood up, his tone low.

"Yes, the second young master was able to escape back, it is already a blessing in misfortune, the patriarch does not have to be too harsh..."

...

The elders of the clan echoed.

"Okay."

Duanmu Cang waved his hand.

The hall gradually became quiet, Duanmu Cang slowly scanned everyone, and finally fixed his gaze on Duanmuyun on the ground.

"Half a month later, you will have a fight with your third brother to test the cultivation of the two of you for your father."

"Yes, Father!"

Duanmuyun was overjoyed in his heart and quickly nodded.

He knew he had been fooled.

Duanmuyun didn't notice that the others had thoughtful expressions.

Especially Guan Yuekui and Duanmu Yu, their eyes flashed with joy.

Is this the person who intends to determine the position of the head of the household....