Ao Fenggu unfolded his spiritual power and entered the first painting.

The Kunlun Divine Tree, the tumbling sea of clouds, the majestic palace, and countless warrior monks with outstanding temperament are all familiar to them.

The scream of the sword breaking through the sky sounded, and those nine-star powerhouses who came from the sky were still violent, and the woman in gorgeous clothes in front of the palace still had a hideous face.

The warrior at the front stabbed with a sword.

Ao Fenggu closed his eyes.

The tip of the sword pressed against the center of his eyebrows, but it was no longer easy to enter.

The martial artist was horrified in his heart, because he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of true qi from the other party at all.

Although Ao Fenggu closed his eyes, the entire world in the painting became clearer, the true qi on the sword gang, the beating heart of the warrior, the ant under the stone steps a hundred meters away, countless details were all displayed in his consciousness world.

Those complicated lines of the world were classified and straightened out by him, and finally formed a world formed by rules in his mind.

In the world of consciousness, Ao Fenggu gently twisted his fingertips and gently flicked the silver-white thin line representing the sword.

In the world in the painting, the nine-star powerhouse watched in horror as the rune sword in his hand instantly turned into countless flying ashes, and at the same time, the dozens of nine-star martial artists who were in the air with the sword in the air, the flying swords under their feet shattered and exploded at the same time, and one by one fell from the sky like dumplings.

The nine-star martial artist at the front looked at the tall man in front of him in disbelief, "No, it's impossible, how did you do it?"

A tall man dressed in white with fluttering sleeves smiled slightly.

The next moment, the nine-star martial artist was horrified to find that the intruder's face in front of him was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into the face of a young man, and his body was also a little smaller.

The nine-star martial artist shouted in horror, "You are not Guilai, who are you!"

"The teacher's world, if you want to completely crack it, it's really not that simple. Ao Fenggu grinned, "But it's about the same." ”

With a wave of his sleeves, the sea of clouds, the palace, the Kunlun Divine Tree, and even this piece of heaven and earth were all falling apart.

Ao Fenggu stood in the midst of the collapsed heaven and earth and muttered, "Is this the power of rules?"

Ordinary martial artists, absorbing the surrounding aura, nourishing martial arts leaves and martial branches, thinking for their own use, the martial arts space, is like a small world opened up in their own body, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, this practice is essentially harming the aura of heaven and earth and benefiting one's own body, so the cultivation of martial artists, in itself, is a practice against the sky.

And once you cross the final threshold of the martial artist and become an emperor-level power, you can open up the 365 points around your body, and the aura of heaven and earth can enter and exit the Takeda space unimpeded, at this time, the martial artist can be integrated with heaven and earth, and can better understand the rules of heaven and earth.

And this is enough for emperor-level powerhouses to ignore the attacks of martial artists below the nine-star level.

There are thousands of warriors in the world, how many people can gather stars to become emperors?

Ao Fenggu came out of the star painting of Emperor Wu.

But I was surprised to find that in the real world, it was already dusk.

Everyone looked at him in amazement.

The girls who are obsessed with Poria can no longer hide the ridicule in their eyes.

"Asleep, he really fell asleep!"

"Wake up, hahahahaha, it's really amazing, I slept until dark!"

"What better than anything, go back to sleep. ”

Some girls laughed, and then the girls around them also laughed, and the unbridled laughter quickly spread to the entire Chaos Painting Hall.

"What a laugh, what's funny!" roared loudly, but his roar was quickly drowned out in a myriad of mocking laughs.

A freshman who had just joined the student union recognized Hong Liangliang and shouted, "It's him, it's him, the guy who bet Ao Fenggu with 43,000 gold!"

"Is that the stupid son of the landlord's family?"

"It's really him, he looks stupid, isn't he really a fool?"

"Hahaha, don't laugh, others are our God of Wealth, hahahahaha!"

Hong Liangliang's old face turned red, but he couldn't find words to refute it.

Now that I think about it, it's really a bit silly to bet all my belongings on Ao Fenggu.

For the first time in his life, he was disappointed in Ao Fenggu.

Huang Yimei, Xiao Tingfeng and others were also angry, but in the face of so many people, they had nothing to do.

Tingmei's body tensed, her hands clenched into fists, biting her lip tightly, obviously on the verge of an outburst, as a phoenix saintess, she must not let her lover be so humiliated in public.

Huang Yiyi rushed to Ao Fenggu, "Fenggu, you, say something quickly!"

Ao Fenggu patted her on the shoulder, "What do you say?"

"Say, say...... No matter what you say, you can't let them humiliate you like this!" Huang Yiyi said anxiously.

"There were people who humiliated me before," Ao Fenggu smiled slightly, as if he remembered something interesting, "but most of the people who humiliated me are dead." ”

Huang Yiyi covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and she shook her head in horror, "No, no, no, Fenggu, you don't want to do ......"

"Do you do something stupid?" Ao Fenggu smiled, "Do I look like that kind of person?"

Ao Fenggu walked to Ting Mei's side and said softly, "I, Ao Fenggu, will not let you down." ”

He came to Hong Liangliang, who had a dejected face, "Liangliang, since you followed me, when have you ever suffered a loss?"

Hong Liangliang looked shocked, "Fenggu, do you have a way to win?" and then shook his head, "It's impossible, there's no time, although I don't want you to lose either, hey, my old money." ”

Ao Fenggu smiled slightly, looked at Huang Yimei, Xiao Tingfeng and others, and hugged his fists.

"What are you pretending to be, can you still be reversed?"

"Don't dream, in one night, six Emperor Wu star paintings, it's impossible!"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Ao Fenggu ignored their ridicule and was a complete waste of time to be angry with these people.

Up to now, in front of Emperor Wu's star painting, there is only one person.

The man has a slender figure, a handsome face, and a dusty temperament, which is the Poria cocos who stays in front of the eighth Emperor Wu star painting.

As if sensing the gaze coming from behind her, Poria opened her eyes, turned her head, and looked over.

The eyes are facing each other.

There are no sparks as people imagine, and there is no hero's sympathy for heroes, and the eyes of the two are extremely indifferent.

But in Poria's eyes, there is more of a posture of a superior person, and there is also more indifference of a winner.

If the opening of the Chaos Painting Hall this time is compared to mountaineering, then he is no one who has ever reached the top before, and Ao Fenggu is still at the foot of the mountain, and he can't even see his back.

This is the gap between the two.

Poria suddenly smiled and said from afar, "You have to hurry." ”

Tomorrow sunrise is the moment when the Chaos Painting Hall closes.

There is only one night left for Ao Fenggu.

It seems to be a reminder, and even an encouragement, but considering the gap between the two, this sentence is Chi Guoguo's mockery.

Qixi Festival, oh, I didn't go on a date but coded words, come to support Ha.

(End of chapter)