In a flash, another three months passed.

Meng Fan knew that he had already gone far with his master.

Perhaps, it is about to get out of the Qinglong Mountain Range.

Meng Fan hadn't been anywhere, but he had heard that when he walked out of Wuzhen, walked through the lofty mountains, stepped into the Qinglong Mountain Range, and then went all the way to the northeast through the Qinglong Mountain Range, he would see a huge city called Sun City.

This city was an important military town of the Great Qian Empire.

I heard that in Sun City, there are tens of thousands of households, and the city wall is towering, protecting the people of Li in it, because the north of Sun City rejects the Fire Cloud Empire, which is full of exotic customs, and there are all kinds of foreigners who come and go.

Meng Fan is full of expectations for this kind of big city, but he doesn't know how long he will have to walk to see this city, and he doesn't know how far away it is.

And compared to going to Sun City, Meng Fan was more worried about Master's body.

For three months, the artist, who had been extraordinary, seemed to have contracted some kind of illness for some reason, and often coughed.

These days, it is more serious, the painter's eyes are full of tiredness, and he often has to stop and rest when he walks, for this reason, the painter does not say, Meng Fan does not dare to ask more, but tries to help the painter carry more things.

On this day, I came to a rare clearing in the middle of the jungle, which is a very gentle slope, and the hillside is full of red and yellow wildflowers, and there are many bees and butterflies flying, which is quite beautiful.

The painter said to take a break, Meng Fan answered, and immediately took down the painting tools and began to paint.

In the past few months, Meng Fan has developed the habit of starting to paint as soon as he stops, and after painting all the scenery and people he can paint, he will start painting what he imagines according to what his master has taught, including what he dreams in his dreams.

Starting from the heroic woman in the first painting, wearing a black armor and red cloak and holding a sharp sword, Meng Fan painted dozens of scenes in his dreams.

He didn't know it himself, but his picture of a heroic woman wearing a black armor and red cloak was enough to make many martial artists crazy, because that heroic woman, the charm and martial arts spirit on her body, once she understood it, but it was amazing, and martial arts would advance by leaps and bounds.

Even if you can't understand it thoroughly, hanging in the main hall and watching it every day, it will be imperceptibly affected, and there are various benefits.

Meng Fan himself didn't know.

The first picture he painted, in which the person was a powerful god-king, was named, Meng Niuniu.

It's his granddaughter.

The painter watched Meng Fan painting in the distance, suddenly his throat hurt a little, coughed a few times, covered it with a handkerchief, and then opened it, and there was some blood on the handkerchief.

The artist's expression is very flat.

"Looks like time is running out. ”

Saying this, the painter laughed instead.

The Divine Realm, the Arcane Empire, and the Transcendent Dharma King are all refining his physical body.

And the Buddha realm must be refining his divine soul.

So, his time was running out.

But for some reason, from the bottom of his heart, he is a little grateful to the gods and Buddhas of Sumeru.

He couldn't help but recall that after breaking out of the divine realm, he took Qing Yao to a continent, there were many small countries and small sects on that continent, and in order to restore the realm, he directly refined the entire continent, if it wasn't for Qing Yao to stop him, he wouldn't care how many creatures there were on the continent at all, he swallowed it all in one go, and refined it.

For him at that time, that continent was like a wild fruit, and it was a very small kind, swallowed in one bite, in fact, it was not much use, and it was better than nothing.

As for the creatures on the continent, those sects with thousands of people, towns with thousands of households, or small countries with hundreds of thousands of people, in his eyes, they were even smaller than ants.

It's not that the creatures are smaller than ants.

It's the kingdoms that add up, and they're not as good as an ant.

When did he forget his original intention?

Perhaps, after fighting the First Son of Chaos?

Perhaps, it is after the Faxiang Celestial Empire, the beauty of the sky is gone?

Perhaps, it was in the Chaos Realm, after the achievement of the Heavenly Dao?

He forgot.

But now, he has found his original intention again.

For this reason, he is very grateful to the Sumeru God and Buddha.

He has done everything he has to do and has given everything.

Enron's departure and becoming a legend may be the best outcome.

"Master!"

At this moment, Meng Fan suddenly screamed, and the painting tools in his hand fell to the ground.

The painter put the handkerchief up casually, looked over, and saw that at the bottom of the hillside, there was a charming and moving shadow, fighting with a handsome but somewhat frivolous man, all the way to the hand, the woman fought while retreating, several ancient trees were torn off a large amount of bark by their fighting power, and some ancient trees were even directly cut off by the waist.

This kind of scene scared the young Meng Fan a lot!

It's two great masters!

The painter looked over and saw that the girl was really charming, even if her brows were furrowed at the moment, she looked smart and cute.

The man opposite him, who seemed to be a little older, always had a flirtatious smile on his face, and he didn't seem to use much force to fight the woman, it was more like a joke.

The painter was stunned.

Why did these two people appear here and now?

It seems that in this void, some small causes and effects have changed, such as Meng Fan's cowardice, as well as the arrival of the painter, all of which have changed the entire void.

"Bai Shui'er!"

The frivolous man smiled: "It's better for you to admit it, you are not an opponent after all, don't wait for my men to arrive, if you admit defeat again, it won't look good!"

Bai Shui'er bit her lip lightly and said, "Xu Xiu, shut up!"

Xu Xiu and Bai Shui'er's four palms collided violently, and Bai Shui'er immediately landed on the ground with a backflip, and took a few steps backwards before standing.

Xu Xiu put his hands behind his back, looking calm.

At this time, the two of them went one after the other, and saw the painter and Meng Fan on the hillside.

But soon the two of them withdrew their gaze.

Because they saw that the painter was just an ordinary person, and he seemed to be a sick man, and that young man was just a little guy of the second order of refining the body, and he didn't seem to have any fighting spirit, so he was not worth noting.

At this time, there was a sound of running wildly in the forest, and after a few breaths, more than a dozen bandit-like men, riding several demon beast wolves, rushed out, and the mouth of the wolf exhaled a disgusting ha, surrounding Bai Shui'er.

That Bai Shui'er is a sixth-order refining body, at such an age, he can be regarded as a master, but Xu Xiu in front of him is an eighth-order refining body, and the bandit-like men around him are all above and below the fifth order of refining body.

Judgment from above.

"Master......"

Meng Fan called nervously.

The painter nodded, put one hand behind his back, and slowly walked up the hillside.

But none of the people who were fighting below looked at him.

The painter came to Meng Fan's side and said softly: "At this time, do you think that if I have more strength, I can save that woman?"

Meng Fan was so nervous, he looked at the painter in some surprise, thinking to himself at this time, why was the master so indifferent?

The painter walked down step by step.

Meng Fan instinctively wanted to stop the master, but he didn't stretch out his hand or open his mouth, a certain stubbornness and stubbornness in his heart gradually woke up, making his legs seem to be disobedient and follow behind the master.

The painter walked down step by step.

Picked up a twig.

Nodded at the Void.

That's right, he is just an ordinary person, mortal with the naked eye, and he has not stepped into the martial arts at all.

But this did not delay him, and he controlled the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

This.

A scene that stunned Meng Fan and everyone under the hillside happened.

The sky was originally clear, but suddenly dark clouds appeared, and then it rained with lightning speed.

"The earth is paper, the rain is ink, and the vitality is the pen, Master will draw a picture for you today, maybe it will be relatively fast, you have to look carefully. ”

The painter said.

The branch in his hand shook a little.

Meng Fan's eyes lit up.

He saw it.

He saw the rain condense into thousands of blades.

Then down the hillside, Xu Xiu and all the bandits, as well as the wolf under his crotch, hit the ground with their heads.