Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 1727 (One Thousand Seven Hundred and Twenty Seven) Hold Tight

Hou Jizhuan kept his left hand in its original position and pulled his right hand back with force. The air circle then moved towards the green glowing wooden stick and disappeared when it touched the stick.

He withdrew his left hand next to his right hand, put his palms together, and then slowly opened them, with his palms facing each other and stretched out. The fingertips of both hands pointed to the approximate positions of the two ends of the wooden stick emitting green light. He withdrew both hands together and pulled them back to his chest.

The glowing green wooden stick flew towards Hou Jizhuan.

The gazes of those blue-armored men followed the glowing green stick to Hou Jizhuan, still looking a little dazed.

He turned his hands over so that his palms were facing each other.

The glowing green wooden stick flew above his palms, about half a foot away from them.

With his palms facing upward, he moved his hands half a foot forward, one foot backward, and one foot forward again, returning to his previous position.

At this time, the wooden stick that had previously glowed green no longer glowed, but was still hanging in the air.

Hou Jizhuan raised his hands with his palms facing upwards and touched the wooden stick that he had cast a spell on.

He moved his hands to the sides, placed the palms of his hands on the left and right ends of the stick, and moved the stick downward.

He sat cross-legged again, stopped chanting the mantra, then grasped the wooden stick with his left hand and stopped the ritual.

At this moment, although the blue-armored men were still very quiet, they no longer looked at a certain location in unison.

Hou Jizhuan shook his head slightly, frowned, and felt nervous.

Although Tie Wandao wanted Hou Jizhuan to perform a ritual to see how things suddenly became like this, Hou Jizhuan was not trying this, but taking this as an opportunity to continue to try to see if he could restore the changed situation to its original state. Although Hou Jizhuan had finished the ritual, he still didn't dare to stand up. He didn't know what to say to Tie Wandao.

Tie Wandao saw that he was not moving, and didn't know whether he was still performing the ritual. Although he didn't speak to him immediately, he walked over.

Hou Jizhuan glanced at Tie Wandao, and his eyes met Tie Wandao's terrifying gaze. He felt that Tie Wandao's eyes were about to shoot out an arrow of coldness.

Hou Jizhuan was too frightened to move at first, but after making eye contact with Tie Wandao, he was too frightened to move. He immediately stood up, and clenched the stick in his left hand tighter and tighter, as if the tighter he clenched, the more he could relieve his nervousness. However, no matter how tight he clenched, his heart was still beating fast.

He felt that if he did not take the initiative to report to Tie Wandao at this time but just continued to stand there, letting the gray house, which was eerily quiet at the moment, continue to be quiet, then if Tie Wandao opened his mouth, the atmosphere would probably become even more terrifying immediately.

So Hou Jizhuan said: "Patriarch..."

Before he finished speaking, Tie Wandao interrupted him and said, "You have been trying for so long, you must have found the reason. Tell me the reason."

Hou Jizhuan said: "Patriarch..."

"Just say it! Stop talking nonsense!" Tie Wandao said impatiently.

“I didn’t try it out…” said Hou Jizhuan.

Tie Wandao hit the ground with his whip again and said, "You were just gesturing here, and I, the busy clan leader, was just standing there waiting. I waited for a long time, and now you tell me that you didn't figure it out? You really can say that! Do you want to be like them?"

(End of this chapter)