Zhang Ruoxu said as he walked: "Brother Bao, leave a line in your work, leave him a life, after all, the strength of the He family is far better than my two, if He Zhizhang is buried here......"

"Don't panic. Where is this? The finishing touch, even if it is not the strength of a saint, it is also the strength of the Fashu Realm, is it difficult to kill a person in the Squatting Realm? ”

Zhang Ruoxu and Bao Rong left with a large army, leaving the two of them to take care of the aftermath.

Several Zhang family worshippers who were covered with scars and were still bleeding picked up paper and pen from their sleeves and painted in the air.

A small diamond shield jumped on the paper. Zhong Yue looked at this kind of scene, compared to Zhang Sanfa's method of calligraphy, it was not a point or two.

If you use paper as a shield, wouldn't it be stronger than holding the shield directly?

"Let's go first, I'll be in front of you here, you go and report to the chief manager and kill these people with ill intentions!"

"Hehe, the dragon pool is already deceitful to me, don't you also come here with bad intentions? Now you want to move the rescuers?

The ink rhyme in Ye Fengfeng's pen is surging, and it is not a little stronger than this Zhang family's painter.

"Volley Condensation, you have touched the edge of the Fashu realm, and you are actually ......"

"Hehe, frog at the bottom of the well, die!"

[Contains the spirit talisman on the good, as a word list in the neutralization]

Two lines of murderous characters slapped towards the small shield of King Kong.

"Hurry up and help Brother Wang!"

A few seriously injured squatting Fengjing Realm worshippers couldn't even condense ink at all, so they could only send Mo Yun to the back of the person who was blocking the front, hoping to stop that person's calligraphy and killing pen.

Bang!

At the moment when the calligraphy and the painting collided, it was as if a spear had pierced the steel plate, and it actually made a piercing sound.

But only for a breath.

There was a stab.

The drawing paper was torn to shreds.

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and the word Mo Yun was annihilated instantly!

The old man surnamed Ye and the worshipper named Ming Lao hugged their heads and cried.

A few people who spat blood from their mouths were stunned, what was the situation?

"Who hurt someone with an arrow?"

"Ahh......h Young master, help!"

Several people saw two old men touching the back of their heads, and the two old men who were shaking on the ground were obviously caused by someone's sneak attack.

"Take advantage of his illness and kill him!"

"Shoot!"

A few people who are dying and struggling are already fighting for their lives, in the face of such a good opportunity, the desire to survive makes them fight to the death, if these two people are relieved, then it is still a few of them who die.

Zhong Yue, who had already run more than ten meters away, had blood on the two stones in his hands.

"Squatting in the Fengjing Realm, it seems that moving bricks is also good for masters, holding the pen and fighting like a tiger, it is better for Lao Tzu to move bricks twice!" he lost the bricks and continued to rush forward.

Several people took advantage of the fact that the undercover agent of the Bao family was seriously injured for a while, and they fought desperately, and beat the master to death with random punches.

"The seniors came to the rescue, and we will never forget it! Great kindness, please leave Enlai's life. ”

The abyss was empty, there was no recollection, and several people were too seriously injured, even if they were cured, they would leave behind hidden diseases, support each other, and leave outside.

This dragon pool, people's hearts are more dangerous than painting dragons!

……

……

In fact, Zhong Yue's success in knocking on the stuffy stick is also artistic.

First of all, after condensing ink into the Tao, whether it is a painter or calligrapher in the Han Mo Realm or a Squatting Feng Realm, they will exude ink rhyme on their bodies, and these invisible ink rhymes are like the perceptual organs of the human body, which make their cognition and artistic judgment of the world have changed significantly.

The Ye Feng Feng Realm who squatted in the Feng Realm stepped into the Fashu Realm with one foot, if someone approached, the ink rhyme emitted would inevitably be alert, but the problem was that after pasting the yellow talisman, Zhong Yue, who also opened the Nine Potentials of the Gods, was like a person who did not exist in this world, which was very sassy.

There is no solution!

Of course, Zhong Yue's two bricks are also very skillful.

The focus point, the force point and the amount ...... Of course, none of this is the point. Zhong Yue closed his eyes, and in the world dominated by black and white, the way of seeing things had become very different.

Whether it is a painter or a calligrapher, their premise is that people naturally have a fragile part, and the brain stem of the human body is a very fragile part. Trauma to the brainstem can often be fatal. Of course, Zhong Yue is also a little ruthless this time, but there is nothing soft about these old miscellaneous hairs who don't know the value of life. As for whether those Zhang family offerings can survive, this is no longer Zhong Yue's business.

The sudden sneak attack on him was successful, but if those two people eased up, they must have taken precautions, and Zhong Yue, who was in a state of concealment at that time, would inevitably be detected by them if he wanted to run again, so Zhong Yue still didn't take this risk.

After all, he had tried, and this hidden yellow talisman was not to let him be a transparent person and shuttle through real objects at will. This was injured by mistake, and Zhong Yue could only admit that he was unlucky.

The most important thing is that with the blessing of the Nine Potentials of the Gods and Men, the breath of his whole person can be fused into the ink rhyme of heaven and earth, and with this yellow talisman, Zhong Yue may not know that even if the master of the Law Book Realm is present, he may not be able to find his location.

Time is running out to keep Zhong Yue. The further back he went, the wider the path in Long Yuan, if it weren't for the fact that there was always a direction guiding Zhong Yue forward, with his ability, it was estimated that he would not be able to get the inheritance, and it would be thankful not to get lost here.

Wait a minute.

Zhong Yue opened his eyes and suddenly felt that something was not right.

"When the wind and clouds change dragons, but before Mr. Zhang woke up the dragon chant after painting the dragon, this is clearly a real dragon, how can he turn the dragon and say it directly?"

No, it doesn't make sense.

Zhong Yue looked at the surrounding mountains, which were no longer too steep to climb, and decided to climb up the mountain road on one side. Being in the deep mountains and old forests, I am most afraid that I can't see Mount Tai by a leaf obstacle, and I can see far by standing tall.

Zhong Yue had some doubts in his heart - maybe that painted dragon was not the inheritance of Zhang Seng Xuan at all!

……

……

The underground passage of the Treasure Pavilion, after being silent for a long time, raised a puff of ash.

Some restaurant shopkeepers who are obsessed with cleanliness wipe the floor with the rags in their hands, "These people are really ......"

Lao Gou frowned and said, "When is it, do you want to order it?" Hurry up and let me untie the ban!"

"Sir, wait a minute, I'll go here after wiping it. ”

"Hurry up!" said Old Gouti, who slipped through the sack and muttered to himself with some irritation, "I don't know if the sack is big enough this time." ”

The shopkeeper who was wiping the floor on the side frowned and said, "Master, the rice in the rice bag has fallen to the ground, and it will be thundered by the sky." ”

"As long as you talk a lot, hurry up and untie it for me!"