Chapter 1727 (One Thousand Seven Hundred and Twenty-seven) Hold on tight
Hou Jizhuan kept his left hand in the original position, and withdrew his right hand forcefully. The air circle moved towards the green-lit wooden stick, and disappeared when it touched the wooden stick.
He moved his left hand to the side of his right hand, closed his palms, and then slowly opened them. His palms faced each other and straightened. The fingertips of both hands pointed at the approximate positions of the two ends of the green-lit wooden stick. They retreated together and retreated to their chests.
The glowing green wooden stick flew towards Hou Jizhuan.
The eyes of the men in blue armor followed the green-lit wooden stick and moved to Hou Jizhuan, still looking a little dull.
He turned his hands, which were originally facing each other, into palms facing up.
The glowing green stick flew above his palms, about half a foot away from his palms.
He moved his hands with palms upward half a foot forward, one foot backward, then one foot forward, and returned to the previous position.
At this time, the wooden stick that previously glowed green no longer glowed, but it was still hanging in the air.
Hou Jizhuan raised his hands with palms facing upwards, and then they came into contact with the wooden stick that he had used.
He moved his hands to both sides, facing the left and right ends of the stick with the palms of his hands, and moved the stick downward.
He sat cross-legged again, stopped reciting the incantation, then held the wooden stick with his left hand and stopped practicing.
At this moment, although the blue-armored people were still very quiet, they no longer looked at a certain location in unison.
Hou Jizhuan shook his head slightly, frowned, and felt a drum in his heart.
Although Tie Wandao wanted Hou Jizhuan to immediately try the method to see how he suddenly became like this. However, although Hou Jizhuan was doing the method, he was not trying this, but took this as an opportunity to continue to test whether he could Return a changed situation to its original state. Although Hou Jizhuan had finished the exercise, he still didn't dare to stand up. He didn't know what to say to Tie Wandao.
Tie Wandao saw that there was no movement from him, and he didn't know if he was still practicing the method. Although he didn't speak to him immediately, he came over.
Hou Jizhuan glanced at Tie Wandao, and his eyes met Tie Wandao's frightening eyes. He felt that a cold arrow was about to be shot out of Tie Wandao's eyes.
Hou Jizhuan was originally too scared to move, but after making eye contact with Tie Wandao, he was too scared to move again. He immediately stood up and clenched the wooden stick tighter and tighter in his left hand, as if the tighter he clenched it, the more he could relieve his nervousness. But no matter how tight he tightened his grip, his heart was still beating fast.
He felt that if he did not take the initiative to report to Tie Wandao but continued to stand there and let the terrifyingly quiet gray house continue to be quiet, then if Tie Wandao spoke, the atmosphere would immediately become more scary.
So Hou Jizhuan said: "The patriarch..."
Before he could finish speaking, Tie Wandao interrupted him and said, "After trying it for so long, it must have worked. Tell me why."
Hou Ji said: "Clan leader..."
"Speak directly! Don't be nagging!" Tie Wandao said impatiently.
"I haven't tried it yet..." Hou Ji said.
Tiewan Dao whipped the ground again with his whip and said: "You were gesticulating here just now. I, a very busy clan leader, just stood there and waited. After waiting for a long time, you tell me now that you didn't try. Come out? You can really tell! Do you want to be like them?"
(End of chapter)