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Master Jiang's tone was extremely arrogant when he said this. All the nobles and officials present had ugly expressions on their faces when they heard this. Master Qi was publicly acknowledged as a Feng Shui Master, and he represented the face of all the famous and influential nobles in the Minzhou Prefecture. But now, he had been slapped so harshly in the face.

Only Master Qi held his hands behind his back and sneered, waiting to see how this so-called Master Jiang would make a fool of himself.

Just now, he had used an ancestral method to calculate and barely determined that this Bighead Board was a very powerful feng shui magic tool. However, he did not know how to use or activate the imprint on it.

From his point of view, he could only do this much with decades of cultivation. Did he not believe that the pretentious Grandmaster Jiang would be stronger than him?

Under the unfriendly gazes of the crowd, Grandmaster Jiang slowly stood up and walked up to the eight trigrams board. He closed his eyes and formed a spell sign with his hands.

At this time, everyone was shocked to discover that Grandmaster Jiang's sleeves were fluttering even though there was no wind. It was as if there was a gust of wind that had been circling around his body all this time. In the end, it even whistled loudly.

"This …" Master Qi's face instantly changed. He looked at Master Jiang in disbelief. "Enter the Dao?"

"Open!"

Master Jiang stomped his foot and exhaled loudly like a clap of thunder, startling everyone present.

He pointed at the plate and spat out a wisp of white Qi onto it. Instantly, the plate started to vibrate with a buzzing sound. The eight runes gradually appeared on the plate.

The moment the eight tattoos appeared, the entire hall became very clear. Waves of gentle wind that would make people feel relaxed appeared in the hall.

Especially after the gentle wind blew past, the fatigue accumulated by his body was carried away by the wind. The more wind blew, the more wind blew, the more light it became. It was as if he had returned to his youth.

"This... "This …"

Feeling that comfortable feeling, everyone in the hall stared fixedly at the eight trigrams board that was shaking non-stop, as if their eyes were about to pop out.

"This is a magical equipment!" It's a real magic weapon! "

Everyone could not help but exclaim.

The third brother slapped his thigh. His eyes looked as if he had seen a peerless beauty, coquettishly lying on the bed and allowing himself to pick whatever he wanted. His gaze didn't want to move away from the eight trigrams plate even for a second.

Even Elder Qi, who had a calm and complacent expression the entire time, could not help but shake his hand. A greedy look appeared in his eyes.

When Grandmaster Jiang saw that everyone was overjoyed, a trace of inexplicable ridicule flashed across his eyes.

After that, he put away his spell and sat back down with his hands behind his back, regaining his calm demeanor. After a while, the trembling of the eight trigrams plate gradually stopped. The eight runes that appeared also gradually faded away.

"How is it? Do you know what true masters are? " Zhu Zheng laughed proudly.

Only at this moment did the crowd of powerful and influential people in the great hall barely manage to calm down.

However, the way they looked at Zhu Zheng and Master Jiang was different. A few of them even made up their minds that they would get to know this astounding Master Jiang in the future.

This was a master with true talent, and his techniques were much more powerful than Master Qi's.

Sure enough, Master Qi smiled bitterly, stood up, and clasped his hands respectfully towards Master Jiang. "He's at the next shift, trying to make a fool of himself."

Hearing this, grandmaster Jiang, who seemed unperturbed with his eyes closed, slightly opened his eyes and let out a soft "eh".

"Not bad, you even know about entering the Dao. It seems that your decades of life have not been in vain."

When Master Qi heard this, he could only laugh bitterly. Ning was a tad above him, so no matter how he reprimanded him, he could only endure.

He sighed and returned to his seat. His spirit seemed to have aged several decades in an instant. Today's matter was over. The reputation that he had painstakingly built up for dozens of years in Ming Province had all gone down the drain.