"It's coming!"

The first to react was the shepherd boy.

He woke up in an instant, got up and looked to the left, and pointed, his expression serious, "It's a master." ”

"Ahh

"Coming!?"

No one reacted.

I was stunned.

A man had already appeared at the door, wearing a robe and coat, with a hat, standing with his hands in his hands, his body felt a little thin, and suddenly appeared in the house like lightning.

"I'll go. ”

Han Li was taken aback.

Similarly, the existences of Bai Long, Qian Yi, and Lao Dao were also a little caught off guard, and after shaking for a while, they realized that the other party had come.

"Sure enough, it's a master. ”

The shepherd boy stepped forward with a bamboo flute and smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, you're the soul painter in the Blackwater Swamp." ”

"You're the corpse who pretended to be a ghost. ”

Someone came and broke out the name of the shepherd boy.

It's not a cat demon, it's a dried corpse.

"Ahh

This surprised everyone again.

How did you become a dry corpse?

The shepherd boy laughed, "I'm Nairui, auspicious Rui, but I was killed by a traitor and became a dry corpse, hum, you know a lot, it seems that you are." ”

The bamboo flute was aimed at the past, and it was time to start.

"Count me in. ”

At this time, Zhao Jia was in good spirits, stood up, picked up his sword there, stood on the left side of the shepherd boy, and looked at the so-called soul painter with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I have heard of your name for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to compete, this opportunity is rare, look at the long sword in my hand, compared with your pen, who is better." ”

"Whoa!"

The sword is unsheathed.

The voice was harsh and loud.

"I don't need you, I'll do it. ”

The shepherd boy stopped Zhao Jia.

Zhao Jia was stunned for a moment, "You?!" He fell asleep, as if he didn't know that the shepherd boy was there.

"Hmph, the fox ** three monsters, a dry corpse and a dry fish, a soul loss sword practice, and an old way of planting rice, okay, I've seen them all today, so let's go together." ”

He suddenly had an extra pen in his hand and threw it out in an instant.

In one go, he wrote a fixed word in the air, that's right, it was written in the air, and he threw it out and hit Zhao Jia directly.

"You're underestimating me. ”

Zhao Jia dodged from Rong, and then jumped up, and the long sword stabbed through, straight to the face of the soul painter, "Hide your head and show your tail, you don't even want to show your true face, hum, I'll see what you look like first." ”

"You're not qualified. ”

The Soul Painter smiled coldly.

With a wave of the pen in his hand, a red killing word blocked Zhao Jia, and then slapped out with a palm, knocking back the shepherd boy's assault.

Here comes a one-on-two.

The shepherd boy gritted his teeth, took out the flute, and began to play, and also glanced at Han Li and the white dragons, "You stand back, I'll come." ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Han Li didn't know anything, so he was naturally obedient.

Step back.

Qian Yi rubbed his fists, suddenly took out a demon pestle, and directly joined the battle group, "Count me in." "A scuffle began.

"I'll go. ”

Unexpectedly, this guy is quite kind.

Instead, Lao Dao retreated to the door with Bailong, and shouted, "Don't fight in my wooden building, the wooden building is my **, if you want to fight, you can fight outside." ”

But whatever.

"Boom!"

The shepherd boy's bamboo flute sounded, and the sound wave dissipated all of a sudden, and the entire wooden building exploded instantly, yes, it exploded like **.

Forthwith.

The soul painter leaped out and knocked Zhao Jia and Qian Yi back.

The huge brush in his hand began to draw all kinds of words, hitting, kun, chopping, retreating, one word and one ability, and Zhao Jia and Qian Yi who hit couldn't get close at all.

"That's amazing. ”

It can be seen.

Zhao Jia and Qian Yi are not each other's opponents at all.

On the contrary, it was the sound of the shepherd boy's flute, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Who is this soul painter, it's so powerful. ”

Han Li couldn't help but mutter.

Bai Long introduced: "There is a black water swamp on the north side of this fox **, where it is not a fox **, but it is the same as the fox **, so there are also some cultivators there, the most famous of which is this soul painter, he is a powerful character in Fu Gong cultivation, not losing the five masters, I didn't expect that he came to steal rice." ”

"Uncle, it's amazing, stealing rice is also a thief of rice. ”

Old-fashioned curses.

Han Li was speechless, "You are also one of the three monsters, this shepherd boy and Zhao Jia are both making moves, why are you so cowardly, hey, it's really different." ”

The shepherd boy is one head taller than Zhao Jia, and Zhao Jia is afraid that he will have two heads of the old road in Gaomulou.

What a concept, it's the feeling of a grandfather, a father, and a great-granddaughter.

It's so much worse.

"Each has its own strengths, you don't understand. ”

The old road of the wooden building is still strong.

Han Li smiled helplessly, "Okay, okay, okay, you're also powerful, but what did he just say, the dried corpse who pretended to be a god and a ghost, the sword practice who lost his soul, and you, the old way of pretending to be a god and a ghost, what does this mean." ”

I feel that this is the origin of the three monsters, and what they knew before was false.

At this time, there was still chaos over there.

The shepherd boy is playing the flute, Zhao Jia is attacking, and Qian Yi is shoveling.

The soul painter who fought was naturally difficult to parry, and he already had a rout posture.

Mulou Lao Dao smiled, "How do I know, I know, I didn't pretend to be a ghost, I, it's a real god, a real ghost, haha, he stole my rice for three years, this time, **let him pay it off at once." ”

Gear up there.

Looks like I'm going to do it, too.

But he was seriously injured and at this time he had not fully recovered and did not seem to dare.

On the contrary, Bailong thought about it and understood, "I know clearly, Zhao Jia lost his soul, and there are fewer three souls and seven spirits, so it will be like this, as for the dried corpse of the shepherd boy, I'm afraid it's the same, he is not a cat demon, but a dried corpse." ”

"It's for sure, I said, how can any animal become a **, hum, it's all fake. ”

This time I learned the real situation.

I am looking forward to this soul painter more and more.

Let's see what kind of character he really is, and see how long he can resist.

So visually.

In fact, he and the shepherd boy should have similar abilities, maybe they are overwhelmed, but they are also on a horizontal line, and Zhao Jia and Qian Yi are not good.

But at this time it was disturbed by the sound of a flute.

Zhao Jia and Qian Yi also had a chance, "Where are you going?" ”

Front and back blocking.

The soul painter who hit was very unhappy.

Fortunately, the soul painter gritted his teeth and resisted, "Why should I run, just rely on the two of you, retreat." With a stroke of the pen, suddenly the font suddenly enlarged, and each one had to be three or five meters in size.

And this time it was written with many words.

One by one.

"Soldiers, soldiers, fighters, all, arrays, columns, fronts. ”

Zhao Jia and Qian Yi, who were directly hit one by one, couldn't resist it, and fell to the ground in an instant, and Qian Yi even spurted out a mouthful of blood with "pounce!"

Zhao Jia knelt on one knee, his face pale, and he was also uncomfortable.

"I'll go. ”

made a ruthless move, and actually knocked the two back.

This time.

It doesn't seem to be easy.