"This is … the complete Fate of Xing Tian?" The wretched old Taoist sucked in a breath of cold air as shock appeared on his face.
"The complete Fate of Xing Tian?" Zhang Feiyang was amused. "I'm the reincarnation of the legendary God Xing Tian?"
"Nope!" The skinny old Taoist shook his head. "A dead person is dead. There's no such thing as reincarnation. You only have a fate similar to Xing Tian's. You're not Xing Tian!"
"Then what kind of fate is it?" Zhang Feiyang asked in confusion.
The skinny old Taoist did not answer immediately. Instead, he gave an irrelevant answer. "The Fate of Xing Tian, also known as the Fate of the God of War, has been possessed by many famous generals since ancient times. For example, Er 'Lai, Xiang Yu, and Lu Bu. However, their Fate of Xing Tian was incomplete and incomplete. That's why they didn't have a good ending in the end."
"You're originally an incomplete Fate of Xing Tian. According to your original fate, you'll fall into the abyss and become a bloody butcher who commits all kinds of evil and kills people like flies. Although your future is not as good as Er 'Lai, Xiang Yu, and the others, it's not that far off. In the end, you'll end up like all the incomplete Fate of Xing Tian. You'll be beheaded and die in a foreign land, "said the skinny old Taoist.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Feiyang's expression changed abruptly. He looked at the skinny old Daoist with a shocked expression.
Indeed, as the skinny old Taoist said, he had been planning something in his heart all this time. That was to go to the southwest border of Hua Xia and look for a 'friend' that his father had made in the past.
This' friend 'of his father's was not simple. He was actually a drug dealer.
Zhang Feiyang knew very well what kind of person a drug dealer was. He also knew what would happen to him if he became a drug dealer. However, he knew even more clearly that it was impossible for him to take revenge on his own. He had to rely on external forces. A drug dealer had guns and money. These were all necessary conditions for his revenge.
As long as he could take revenge, he did not care about anything else.
But now, the wretched skinny old Daoist had actually seen through his thoughts with a single sentence. How could this not shock him?
"However!" The old Daoist took a deep look at Zhang Feiyang and said, "Your fate of Xing Tian has been completed. From now on, you will be the second Xing Tian!"
"A second Xing Tian?" Zhang Feiyang was stunned. "What does that mean?"
"In the future, you will become an invincible … Invincible God of War who will charge and break through enemy lines on the battlefield!" The wretched and skinny old Daoist said hesitantly.
"The invincible God of War who charges and breaks through enemy lines on the battlefield?" When Lin Yueru heard this, she immediately had a look of disbelief on her face. "Old Daoist, although what you said before was a little exaggerated, overall, it still looks like it. It makes people half-believe and half-doubt. Just treat it as a joke. But what you're saying is a bit too much nonsense. It's a peaceful society now, and there won't be any major wars in the world for at least the next 20 years. How can there be a battlefield? How could he possibly become an invincible War God? "
"Also, he doesn't look like someone who would join the army. Invincible God of War? Old Daoist, even if you are talking nonsense, you should have a plan, right? "Murong Keke also doubted.
"I don't know about that either!" The wretched and skinny old Daoist said with some distress, "The lines on his palm now are the complete Xing Tian's life. According to the information passed down orally by our ancestors, once Xing Tian's life is truly revealed, he will be the current War God, an invincible War God who is only born for the battlefield and is capable of killing the heavens!"
"Then your ancestors must have remembered it wrongly," Lin Yueru said with certainty.
"Maybe … I really saw it wrongly?" The wretched and skinny old Daoist said with some uncertainty. Then, he muttered to himself for a while and said, "Fine, let me see your luck first!"
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at the void above Zhang Feiyang's head.
"Plop!"
After looking at it for a second, the wretched and skinny old Daoist's face instantly turned pale. Then, his knees suddenly went weak, and he knelt in front of Zhang Feiyang.
The wretched and skinny old Daoist trembled as he said to Zhang Feiyang, "War God, My Lord, spare, spare my life, please, please don't, don't kill me!"
Zhang Feiyang was shocked by the wretched and skinny old Daoist's actions. He hurriedly went to help the wretched and skinny old Daoist and said, "Old Daoist, get up quickly, I can't stand you kneeling!"
However, the wretched and skinny old Daoist refused to get up. He looked at Zhang Feiyang with eyes full of fear.
"Alright, alright, I promise I won't kill you, okay? Get up quickly, my lifespan will be shortened! "Zhang Feiyang said helplessly.
"Thank, thank you, My Lord!" The wretched and skinny old Daoist stood up shakily and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Then you have to tell me clearly, what do you mean by 'don't kill you'? What did you see when you looked at my luck? "Zhang Feiyang frowned.
"I, I, I …!" The wretched and skinny old Daoist kept stuttering. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
"If you don't say it, I'll kill you!" Zhang Feiyang rolled his eyes and said fiercely.
"I only see that your luck is like a bloody wave that soars into the sky. In the future, you will not only be an invincible God of War, but also a peerless God of Death!" After being frightened by Zhang Feiyang, the wretched and skinny old Daoist became fluent and said quickly. Then, he carefully looked at Zhang Feiyang and swallowed his saliva. "And I also see that there is a trace of Limitless Purple Qi on top of your red luck!"
Zhang Feiyang, Lin Yueru, and Murong Keke looked at each other.
"This old Daoist is really crazy!" Lin Yueru suddenly turned her head and sighed at Murong Keke. "What's the phone number of the mental hospital?"
At this moment, Xiao Fan, who was standing at the side, laughed.
Just now, he had also barely used the Qi Observation Technique to confirm that everything this wretched and skinny old Daoist had said from the beginning until now was indeed the truth.
Not to mention Lin Yueru and Murong Keke, he had already prepared everything for Zhang Feiyang. In the future, Zhang Feiyang would definitely become an invincible God of War who could destroy the sky, just as the wretched and skinny old Daoist had said.
It seemed that this wretched and skinny old Daoist was quite capable. To be able to study the Fortune Observation Technique and the Fortune Observation Technique to such an extent, even in the Xianxia World, it would be considered a decent level.
"Old Daoist, why don't you take a look at my luck again?" Xiao Fan suddenly said to the wretched and skinny old Daoist with a hint of mischief.
"Yes, yes, yes, look at his, look at his!" Lin Yueru suddenly became excited. "I want to see what kind of luck he has. Is he a beggar who has lived for thousands of years? Quick, take a look. "
Then, Lin Yueru turned to Xiao Fan and said provocatively, "Surnamed Xiao, we now have two empresses and one God of War. Are you ready to kneel three times and kowtow nine times?"
Xiao Fan rolled his eyes at her and ignored her.
"You don't have to look at the palm print. Just look at the luck!" Xiao Fan chuckled at the wretched and skinny old Daoist.
"Oh!" The wretched and skinny old Daoist seemed to have just woken up from the fear of seeing Zhang Feiyang's luck. He raised his head and looked at the void above Xiao Fan's head.
"White luck, an ordinary person?" The wretched and skinny old Daoist glanced at it and retracted it. Then, he looked at Xiao Fan in confusion.
In fact, at this time, the wretched and skinny old Daoist had already vaguely felt that the fates of Lin Yueru, Murong Keke, and Zhang Feiyang had changed at the same time. They had soared into the sky and were indescribably noble. That was definitely not a coincidence.
Perhaps … it was very likely related to this young man in front of him who he could not see through?
However, he did not expect that his luck only represented the white luck of an ordinary person. This … didn't seem right.
"Why don't you try taking another look?" Xiao Fan's smile was very strange.
The wretched and skinny old Daoist was a little confused by Xiao Fan's words. However, he still raised his head and looked at the void above Xiao Fan's head again.
And when he looked …
"Dong!"
The wretched and skinny old Daoist's eyes suddenly rolled back and revealed the whites of his eyes. He fell back and fell to the ground, unconscious.
He was … completely paralyzed with fear.
"Hahahaha!" Xiao Fan laughed mischievously.
Seeing the unconscious old Daoist and Xiao Fan laughing strangely, Lin Yueru and the other two were a little confused.
What was going on?
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