Supreme Soaring Immortal

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"Hey teacher," Qin asked softly. .`

Xiao Xiaofei raised his finger and pointed at the door of the studio. The face is worried. Qin Shuang’s heart is a glimpse, does it have the 16 paintings he gave, and Yan Zining has not yet realized the soul of the Battle of the Scarlet Plains.

"teacher she"

Wen Tianqiang gently shook his head and said: "The teacher's spirit has collapsed."

Qin Shuang’s heart was amazed. He stepped forward and reached out to open the door. He saw his nephew, who was sitting in his chair with his hands in his hair.

The piano double took a deep breath and the look on his face became ugly. With her powerful soul, she instantly felt the scent of the scorpion scorpion floating a kind of faintness. This is a kind of appearance deeply trapped in a spiritual world, a kind of loss, extreme loss, life. There is no loss of love.

She sat there so calmly, and did not react to the coming of the piano pair. It was like a statue without life, and it seemed to be a black and white spiritual painting with lost color.

Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei stood behind the Qinshuang, and Wen Tianqiang lowered his voice and said to Qin Double:

"The buns have just come."

The doubles of the piano double flashed, and whispered: "What does he do?"

"I don't know, we saw him in the hallway. At that time he was coming out of the teacher's door."

The piano nodded twice, don't think about it, the buns will not say anything good. Gently walked to the front of Zhai Zining and whispered:

"甄老师"

Zhai Zining did not move at all. As if it had become a stone man, he did not hear the sound of the piano.

"Qin Shimei, help the teacher" Wen Tianqiang's voice with a prayer.

Behind the piano double. In the eyes of Luo Xiaofei, he also looked forward to the piano with his prayers. His hands were twisted in front of his body, his mouth opened, he wanted to say something, but he did not speak at all.

"甄老师"

Qinqin called again, and Zizi Ning’s body shivered slightly, as if he had heard the call of Qinqin. Slowly raised his head and saw the piano double standing in front of her, his look rose. Then it became awkward, and once again buried his head in his palm, the voice was extremely weak and lost:

"Qin double, I failed."

The eyes of Qin double fell on the psychic painting on the table. Staring at the time of interest:

"Hey teacher. Can I have a look?"

Ningzi Ningtou did not raise his head and said: "If you want to see it, you can see it."

Qin double looked back at Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei. Two people stood at the door and looked awkward. I don’t know if I should quit or should stay. Qin double thought a little bit:

"I don't know how much the teacher has reached the realm, but it is likely to have a strong blood and brutality. If you want to see it, close the door. If you have concerns, quit."

Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei looked at each other. Wen Tianqiang firmly took a step forward. There was a slight hesitation between the eyes of Luo Xiaofei, after all, in the first battle of the **** plains of the Qin Dynasty. She was scared to pee. At that time, it was one of the sixteen paintings, and this time it was a complete spiritual painting drawn by the teacher's sixteen paintings. She doesn't know if she can get a shock. However, for the yearning for the artistic conception, the final Xiaofei Philippine still closed the door, and then stepped forward, standing beside Wen Tianqiang.

The piano nodded twice and turned his eyes to the psychic painting on the table, and then injected a force of soul.

"boom"

The whole room disappeared, and the four people seemed to be in a **** battlefield, the battlefield of the Battle of the Scarlet Plains. The low-level warriors on the ground are colliding with each other, the colliding sound of the weapons, the squeaky sound of the weapons slashing into the bones, the screams, the screams

It was not a battle between two people, but a battle between thousands of people. It was like two huge waves of hurricane rolling up to the horizon, slamming into each other, and there was a huge roar everywhere.

sky.

The densely-ordered high-ranking warriors, like hummingbirds, cover the sky, just like two clouds covering the sky colliding in the middle. From time to time, there are warriors who scream from the air.

The body of Luo Xiaofei has begun to tremble, his legs trembled with enthusiasm. She found that her lower abdomen was somewhat bloated, and a sense of urinary sensation came. She couldn’t help but pinch her leg and told herself in her heart.

"This is fake, it's all fake, it's just a spiritual painting."

Wen Tianqiang’s eyes are wide open, and his face is full of excitement. The two big hands are gripping from time to time, then loosen, loosen, and then clenched.

Zhai Zining is also the original look, the piano double watched carefully, and then frowned. In general, this painting still reflects the cruelty of the bleeding color plain, but there is still a kind of break in the whole artistic conception. This kind of break is like a person singing, but the singing is intermittent, which is not completely integrated. The reason for the painting.

Qin double thought a little, and I understood the reason in my heart. Although I have the 16 paintings I provided, after all, I have never participated in the battle. I want to completely integrate these 16 local battles into a grand battle. The difficulty is not One and a half points.

At this time, the power of the soul injected into the spiritual paintings was exhausted, all the illusions disappeared instantly, and the heavy breathing sound came from the ear. When the piano turned around, I saw Wen Tianqiang’s eyes red, a pair. Crazy appearance, but Xiao Xiaofei is a look of extreme fear, Qin Qin knows that these two people are going to enchant, immediately condensed the power of the soul to drink:

"wake up"

The three people in the room waking up, not only fell into the madness of Wen Tianqiang and fell into fear, but the nephew, who was caught in the lost state of mind, also shook his head and raised his head.

Qin double rolled up the spiritual pattern on the table, put it on one side, and then laid a piece of spiritual paper. The scorpion would rather come out. She understood what the piano pair was doing, and immediately came to the table and personally gave it. Qin double tone and cinnabar. Qin double took up the pen and thought about it. If he painted the final works of the sixteen paintings, I am afraid that Yan Zining would not go to the Battle of the Scarlet Plain again, because that is the painting of the students who plagiarized their own, the character of Yan Zining. Can't do such a thing. Pick up the spirit pen and turn it to the scorpion Ningdao:

"Teacher, you know where your paintings are."

"Well," Zizi Ning nodded.

"Teacher, I can't combine the 16 local battles into one, but I can combine the two local battles. You can take a look at the teacher and maybe enlighten you."

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