This shocked everyone present, but at this time, Ao Fenggu was still in front of the first painting.

On the sixth day.

There are teachers who come to watch the battle.

The surroundings of the Chaos Painting Hall were crowded with people.

The crowd retreated to both sides like a tide, and Poria walked into the Chaos Painting Hall, came to the sixth Emperor Wu Star Painting, and sat cross-legged.

The elf clan is already known for its strong spiritual power, and as the leader among them, Poria's spiritual power is undoubtedly the most powerful person among the freshmen, even if it is Ao Fenggu.

And cracking the Star Painting of Emperor Wu consumes a lot of spiritual power, and after five consecutive days of high-intensity use, even if the mental power is as strong as Poria Cocos, it is difficult to hide the tiredness on his face.

However, the five paintings in five days have broken the historical record of the martial arts academy. The elven prince was obviously very satisfied with this result, and his face was still glowing.

And Ao Fenggu still sits in front of the first painting.

Between the two, the gap is getting wider.

It's like mountaineering, Poria has reached the halfway point of the mountain, and Ao Fenggu is still at the foot of the mountain.

Su Ze had already cracked the third Emperor Wu Star Painting, if it had been placed in the past, such an achievement would definitely cause a sensation, but now, no one noticed him at all.

Everyone's attention was on Ao Fenggu and Poria Cocos.

Ao Fenggu entered the world of the painting and felt the surging power in his body.

After half a pillar of incense, he sent the former abbot out of the air, and swept his body to a huge leaf seventy miles away.

Underneath him, there is a sea of tumbling clouds that is thousands of feet high.

Overhead, the sky is within reach.

Ao Fenggu sat cross-legged, feeling the wind, this day, this light.

He closed his eyes.

In the world of consciousness, this piece of heaven and earth has turned into countless thin lines, constantly changing and changing.

These small, colorful lines were all too familiar to him.

Before he was reborn, he was the most talented seventh prince of the dragon clan, and at a young age, he was already at the peak of the nine-star realm, and he even stepped into the threshold of an emperor-level powerhouse with half a foot.

Those countless glimpses and countless colorful and chaotic lines are the laws of operation of all things in heaven and earth.

Emperor-level powerhouses, open up their own bodies, connect with heaven and earth, learn the laws of heaven and earth, and think of them for their own use.

It was another world entirely.

A vast, well-ordered magical world.

One to nine stars are all mortals, and only when they become emperors can they be called powerful.

Ao Fenggu, who was once the seventh prince of the Dragon Clan, stood at the door countless times, looking at the vast world.

Even if he is only at the realm of the middle stage of the Eight Stars now, all those experiences, those insights, and those perceptions are still there.

Originally, he could only take one step at a time, and only after returning to the peak of the Nine Stars could he come to that gate.

But now, Emperor Wu's star painting has given him another possibility.

A shortcut.

The Star Painting World, opened up by the strongest emperor-level powerhouse in the Martial Academy, is itself composed of the laws of heaven and earth.

Entering here is like crossing that threshold and entering the world of Emperor Wu.

In the history of the Martial Academy, there had never been a freshman who had entered the Chaos Painting Hall with the realm of the peak of the Nine Stars.

The thirteen strongest emperor-level powerhouses of the Martial Academy could not have imagined that this would happen at all.

Compared to comprehending the laws of heaven and earth that only emperor-level powerhouses can master, guarding the martial stars, the ranking of the martial arts, and what kind of gambling money, these things can all be discarded.

As long as you understand this kind of law, you will be able to cultivate in the future, and your speed will be several times faster than it is now.

In the world of consciousness, Ao Fenggu is like a free bird, passing through those lines, collecting, sorting, classifying, and finally deducing their operating rules.

With the eight-star realm, to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth, this kind of thing, not to mention the martial arts, even in the history of the entire Kyushu world, has never been.

But by all kinds of coincidences, this opportunity is to let Ao Fenggu bump into it.

It's a coincidence, but it's also inevitable.

He is the only one who can get this far.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out a thin translucent line from the countless chaotic lines.

A moment ago, on the Arctic Ice Field, a tall old man, holding a shovel, carved a hole in the thick ice that had not melted for 10,000 years.

The tall old man put a little on the head of the icefield cod, and the latter died quietly, and the old man took out a knife, cut the icefield cod into thin fillets, dipped it in soy sauce, and put it in his mouth, showing a satisfied look.

When the old man picked up the second crystal clear thin fish fillet again, he was suddenly stunned, looked to the south, and after a while, he muttered to himself with a slight surprise, "I can actually perceive and find the clues left by the old man, and feel the power of heaven and earth, the young man has two clicks." ”

At this moment, there was a clicking sound from the east, but it was an ice sea beast with a body length of 100 meters away slowly moving towards this side, and the thick ice field, under its terrifying weight of millions of catties, made a terrifying explosion sound.

And in front of the huge body like a mountain, a little boy of five or six years old, dragging a rope in his hand, struggled to move forward.

This terrifying ice sea beast was actually dragged away by this little boy.

Just one hair on the Ice Sea Behemoth's body was as thick as a little boy's waist.

The little boy finally came to the tall old man, lowered the rope, gasped for breath, and then pointed ostentatiously at the dying beast behind him, "Lord Dean, I've brought you something to eat." ”

The tall man hit the little boy on the head with his chopsticks, "It's so stinky, how can you eat it?" ”

The little boy held his head and looked aggrieved.

He crouched next to the old man, staring at the sashimi on his plate and swallowing hard.

"You can only eat one piece." The tall old man said.

The little boy immediately reached out, picked up a piece of sashimi and threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

"Horn peony, such a good thing, it's all wasted for you!" The tall old man blew his beard and glared.

The little boy smacked his mouth, "Lord Dean, when are we going to the Martial Arts Academy?" You always say that there are mountains, waters, flowers, birds, and beautiful girls, and I really want to see them. ”

The old man asked, "Can't wait?" ”

The little boy who had never left the Arctic Ice Field, the chick pecked at the rice.

The old man looked to the north, thought for a moment, and said, "That tree is not here, and it's time to go back." ”

The little boy asked curiously, "What tree?" ”

"A big tree." The burly old man looked at the sky, "It's as big as the sky!" ”

The boy asked, "What is a tree?" ”

The Arctic Ice Field, thousands of miles of ice, no flowers, no grass and no trees, the little boy who has never walked out of here will naturally not know.

The tall old man said angrily: "Playing the piano to the cow, wasting expressions." ”

He stood up, dressed in white, with his big sleeves fluttering.

Emperor Wu Mountain, Martial Academy, Chaos Painting Hall.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the stars shift.

Yesterday's and today's chapters, there are skipping chapters.

(End of chapter)