Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Above the small platform, there is no blood in the road: "This guy is too shameless, Xiao Chen is also, why do you promise him, just slap him a meal!"

The ten judges of the moon palace, each looking at each other, had an answer.

The moon ice cloud is clear, if Xiao Chen lost this game, no matter what the style before, the judge will not give him the Longmen Shan card.

"A round of bright moonlight is empty, Hengqiao is full of water and snow, who knows my heart is like a moon, who laughs who is a painter!"

Just when all of them saw it, the stage became a painting. When the Qingzi son trapped Xiao Chen in the painting, he sneaked out from Xiao Chen’s mouth.

The martial arts contained in the fan quietly unfolded, and the small bridges flowed into the moon, one by one, supplemented by thousands of frosts, and the snow fell, and the water was cut off to make the moon look colder.

The people suddenly found out that this painting on the ring suddenly had more scenery, which made the original slightly elegant picture become colorful, colorful and colorful.

The more awkward thing happened, the sudden dawn of the trapped painting, the moment when the poem number was finished. Suddenly jumped out of the picture and became a person outside the painting, and the world of the world, the black book son who made a brush with a pen, became a person in the painting and was trapped.

"What is going on, what is going on!"

Shouting the inheritance of the Holy Land, the immortal people, stopped, full of shock, full of incredible, completely unable to understand.

How was the moment before, Xiao Chen was still the person in the painting. The next moment, Xiao Chen became outside the painting, and in turn trapped the Qingshu.

This makes the people who shouted the Son out, the Green Dragon defeated, how embarrassing.

Among the jade buildings where Tianfu Academy is located, many old Confucian masters have won this scene, and their eyes are full of unbelievable looks.

Outsiders can't understand, they don't understand how they are in the top of Confucianism.

The martial arts practiced by the Qingshu Gongzi is one of the top ten martial arts martial arts in the Academy. It has a four-fold realm. They are painting, painting, painting, painting, and the most mysterious paintings.

Qingshu Gongzi is the celestial arrogance that Tianfu Academy has rarely seen for hundreds of years. He learned this martial art at a young age and reached the realm of drawing and painting. He can use the world as the ink and the fan as the pen.

It is even tricky to enter the realm of the second person's painting and unity, so that the power of this painting can be further enhanced.

Where can I know, Xiao Chen saw his cleverness at a glance, his temperament is not as clear as the green bamboo, which caused a major flaw in the painting.

Xiao Chen is just like God. He only took a look at it and realized the essence of this trick. He used the same verse as his own character. Whoever can laugh in the painting is an instant judge.

"This person will definitely be a kind of exercise that can imitate other people's martial arts. Otherwise, even if the essence of this trick is really taken out, it is impossible to jump out of the painting, and in turn trap the green book."

In the jade building, an old man calmly analyzed.

Another person said: "I can't go wrong, or I can't explain it clearly. He has a knife, why there are still many soldiers, and all of them are learning."

"This has to be highly savvy, and I dare to practice this practice." An old man sighed softly.

Indeed, even if such a practice is placed in front of these great perfect emperors, they will not dare to practice.

There is no reason for him, not enough savvy, not only can not increase his own strength, but will lose himself in it, difficult to advance, and even backward.

Above the palace, the moon ice cloud whispered to the heart, and read it over and over again, who knows my heart is like a moon.

Month, lonely and self-reward, no one can understand, thousands of years are single, cold and proud and lonely existence, what kind of people can tell this poem, since the moon.

What kind of people can take this as a matter of intention, and in turn, the full-blown Qingshu, who is trapped in life and death.

Among the shackles, Qingshu’s son looked blank and did not know what happened. Xiao Chen, who was suppressed by him in front, suddenly. It seems that there is a barrier that can never be crossed. It can only fly in vain, but it is farther and farther away from Xiao Chen.

Obviously, the power of painting such a river has been urging him to the greatest power, but he can only watch Xiao Chen with his eyes, and he is gradually drifting away from him, unable to do anything.

Xiao Chen was indifferent, and the fan was folded in the hand. He looked at the picture in front of him and gently clicked on the chest of the book.

In the view of the Qing Book, the morning of the end of the world, Xiao Chen, when he reached out, he pulled the distance closer, making him completely unprepared and bearing the heavy blow.

Outsiders think, it is Xiao Chen who just stands outside the painting and writes a little on the scroll.

boom!

A mouthful of blood spit out, and the five sons of the Qingshu Gongzi cracked open and the practice was counter-phagic. The colorful vision was broken, the picture was broken, and the whole person flipped out of the ring in the air. After landing, it stirred up a large piece of dust, and the rumbling sound continued.

He woke up and looked at the top of the platform. He was still in the dust, and Xiao Chen, who was white, screamed with his eyes and pointed at Xiao Chen. He was full of horror: "You, you have trapped me in the painting, how may……"

Oh, it’s a blood spit out, and the Qingshu son can’t accept this blow, and live alive and faint.

Think of what he said before, and everyone seems to be saying it. But he tried his best, regardless of shame, but after all, there was no ending Xiao Chen legend, but he ruined his own world name.

You want me not to pull the knife, I will not pull the knife, you have to win with me, I am still as you wish.

Let me count thousands of calculations, all kinds of strategies, I only have one stroke, you can lose!

The weird silence once again appeared in the Mingyue Square, and the scenes of hundreds of thousands of people were silent, and once again, they appeared on the crowds.

The savior of many people's minds still can't let Xiao Chen pull the knife, but he still loses under his best edge, and it is just a trick.

There are some immortal holy places in this place, and some of the world's family members, all of them are not in the blood, even if another million people are called the holy land immortal, do not go up.

You must get Xiao Chen, after some declining powers, you can play, otherwise you will not be able to step on people, but you will lose this world name.

In the silent Mingyue Square, there was a short stop, and many other leaders on the small platform had no interest.

The light was robbed by one person, they played wonderfully, and no one noticed any use.

But they want to go to the most watched downfall, but they don't have the courage. Even the Son goes up and loses. Where dare to go up.

Among the jade buildings where Yinyang Dongtian is located, there are female disciples who smiled and said: "Master sister, these men are afraid to go on, you go up, but also rise the reputation of our yin and yang."

"Yes, yes, my sister said it, don't let those stinky men hurt the Qinglong King, and you must beat him gently."

Tong Susu took a look at these two gimmicks and smiled and said: "My sister has not been beaten by a man. If it is really defeated by a man, even if it is not an emperor for five years, only twenty years can live, and my sister’s heart is estimated. Can't leave the man."

Zhou Tianxing Palace, Chu Yang and Fu Hong medicine are silent and complex. Chu Yang’s earlier ambitions have long been lost, and I can’t wait to set up the scene.

Reasonably telling him that this time is definitely not the time to play. In the hands of a person with little life, losing the name is really worthless.

The moon palace judges, the face has always been in the grasp of the look, but also revealed a thing that does not know how to do it. The group event was actually shut down by a person, and the joke was really a bit big.

Among the jade buildings in Wan Yao Island, Yan Thirteen got up and was ready to play. He was stopped by Di Xin Han, and he said: "Forget it, Thirteen brothers, let me come, this is my grand event of the Star Sea."

Yan XIII returned to the first road: "I want to be clear, you are seeking defeat. I am going up, you can let him pull the knife, you can definitely get a better chance. I have already left the Yan family, do not care about the reputation, you are different, behind you There is also the immortal holy land of Wan Yao Island."

Di Xinhan smiled and said: "Winning and losing is a common occurrence of the military. It seems that since I debuted, my peers have not lost in Tianxinghai. Now it is a failure."

At the end of the story, Di Xinhan sighed: "Not to mention, this is, after all, a gathering of my starry sea. Someone has to stand up. Everyone keeps silence, for the sake of the wall, just wants the fisherman to profit, then our generation is really finished. ""

Yan XIII sinks into a half-sound, does not insist, step back and say: "take care."