Chapter 1791 (One Thousand Seven Hundred and Ninety-One) Rotation
Tiewan Dao said to the alchemists: "Are you sure that nothing will go wrong again?"
All the alchemists said that they would definitely not do it.
Tie Wandao looked at Hou Jizhuan again and said to him, "What about you, can you guarantee it?"
Hou Jizhuan, who lowered his head slightly, did not look into Tie Wandao's eyes or speak, but just nodded.
Tie Wandao said: "I'd better go over there and wait. If there is another problem during the practice this time, things will not be simple!" When he said this, he looked at Hou Jizhuan with a fierce look in his eyes, and then His eyes swept over the faces of the alchemists one by one. After saying that, he quickly walked towards the chair where he was sitting before.
Hou Jizhuan, who was still angry in his chest, told himself: Calm down, don't cause trouble for yourself at this time, act normally first, and even if you really want to vent, you should find an opportunity later.
Those alchemists also felt that this matter could only be left alone for now, and no matter what they wanted to do, they would have to talk about it later.
After Hou Jizhuan exchanged a few words with the alchemists about the practice, the alchemists formed a circle again, and Hou Jizhuan once again stood in the center of the circle.
The alchemists all sat cross-legged and put their hands on their knees, palms facing up.
After Hou Jizhuan clasped his hands in front of his chest, the alchemists closed their eyes and recited the incantation in a low voice. At the same time, Hou Jizhuan also recited the incantation louder than all the other alchemists combined.
As soon as the spell sounded, the blue-armored people in the gray house made painful sounds again.
All the alchemists who were chanting the spell felt intense fear.
The red alchemist stopped reciting the incantation the last time he performed the method. This time he recited the same incantation as last time. When the tragic scenes related to the man in blue armor appeared in his mind again, the impact on him became much smaller, so small. He can bear it. Hou Jizhuan opened his palms that were closed in front of his chest, placed the wooden stick that had absorbed the energy of iron red flames on his straight left hand, straightened his right hand, palm down, and gently pressed it on On that stick.
Then, he gradually moved his right hand directly upwards, and the wooden stick moved upwards against his right hand, and gradually moved away from his left hand, with the palm facing upward.
When Hou Jizhuan raised his right hand to the same height as his chin, the wooden stick moved down a little, to a position about the same distance from the palms of his hands, and hung between his hands.
Hou Jizhuan changed the position of his hands and placed his hands on the left and right sides of the wooden stick. His palms faced each other, and the palms of his palms touched the left and right ends of the wooden stick, sandwiching the wooden stick between his two palms.
At this time, the other alchemists were still reciting the previous incantation. Hou Jizhuan recited another incantation, and the wooden stick began to glow purple.
Hou Jizhuan moved his left hand to the left and right respectively, and the palms of his two palms were getting further and further away from the ends of the stick. The stick, which glowed purple, was still hanging in the air.
Hou Jizhuan fully extended his arms and raised them flat, turning his hands into fists. The moment he clenched his fists, all the alchemists in the circle closed their palms in front of their chests and opened their eyes. .
The wooden stick glowing purple spun horizontally in the air.
Hou Jizhuan also put his palms together in front of his chest and sat cross-legged on the spot.
All the alchemists, including Hou Jizhuan, focused their attention on the wooden stick that glowed purple.
Those alchemists stared closely at the wooden sticks spinning in the air, as if they would have infinite regrets if they missed it for a second.
(End of chapter)