In the sixth star painting of Emperor Wu, a starlight flew out and disappeared into the center of Poria Cocos' eyebrows.

In the huge painting hall, you can hear the needle falling.

I don't know which girl it is, I can't help but be excited in my heart, and I let out a cheer excitedly.

"Childe is great!"

Everyone, all looked at her in unison.

The girl's face turned red instantly, covering her mouth, lowering her head, trying to find a crack in the ground to get into.

But the next moment, cheers rang out, and the whole painting hall was boiling.

The crowd cheered and shouted and clapped as if celebrating victory.

At the center of Poria's eyebrows, the starlight did not burrow into his body, but became brighter and brighter.

A guardian martial star, formed at the center of his eyebrows.

When the Martial Emperor has enough starlight, he can form a guardian martial star.

This process often lasts for several years, or even more than ten years.

However, the starlight of Emperor Wu in the six paintings has been able to form a guardian martial star.

The cheers in the Chaos Painting Hall became even more intense, as if they were about to tear down the roof.

Half an hour later, the starlight at the center of Poria's eyebrows faded away and entered his Takeda space.

Poria stood up, walked slowly, and when she passed by Ao Fenggu, she finally stopped, and whispered under everyone's gaze, "This time, you lost." ”

Ao Fenggu's body and soul came out of the world in the painting, yawned, and got up to leave.

He didn't take the gamble and Poria to heart at all.

There is no one in the heart, and there is no one in the eyes.

This is the so-called no-man.

Poria subconsciously clenched her fists, and the supporters around her, especially those girls, sneered at Ao Fenggu.

Ao Fenggu didn't say anything, he didn't have the energy and heart to mess around with these people at all.

All of them seemed to have been punched in the air, suffocating to the extreme. For Ao Fenggu's performance, he is even more puzzled.

On the seventh day, Poria finally stopped moving forward.

Ao Fenggu was still stagnant in front of the first Emperor Wu Star Painting.

On the ninth day, Poria successfully cracked the seventh Emperor Wu Star Painting, becoming the person who cracked the Martial Emperor Star Painting the most in the history of the Martial Academy.

And Ao Fenggu still has no intention of moving.

At this time, Hong Liangliang was already like ashes, and went to the student union in private, wanting to get back 43,000 gold, but attracted ridicule from the student union.

Xiao Tingfeng, Murong Xue and other people who were familiar with Ao Fenggu came one after another when Ao Fenggu walked out of the painting hall, and comforted him with kind words.

Ao Fenggu didn't know how to explain it, so he could only accept everyone's comfort with a cheeky face.

When he walked through the martial arts academy, the students he encountered, whether they were freshmen or senior students, looked at him with a gaze full of incomprehension and sympathy.

obviously has the ability to crack more Martial Emperor Star Paintings, but from beginning to end, he has guarded the first one, wasting such a good talent and opportunity.

Ao Fenggu returned to the back mountain, and after bathing in the pond, he got up and went to cook.

When he was about to leave after dinner, Ling Bo Sakura stopped him.

"I heard that you were in front of the first painting, and you stayed for seven days?"

Ao Fenggu nodded.

Ling Bo Ying frowned slightly, "Why?"

Ao Fenggu was silent for a moment and said, "I touched that threshold. ”

Ling Bo Sakura's heart moved.

An invisible energy distorted and converged, turning into a needle invisible to the naked eye, flying towards Ao Fenggu.

Ao Fenggu's pupils shrank, and in the world of consciousness, he saw a cluster of twisted sharp lines, rapidly approaching him.

He jerked sideways, dodging the invisible flying needle.

A thin hole appeared in the beam of the house behind him, and at the same time, in the small house on the west side of the pond, the hammer in Manqing's hand flew out as if it had been hit by something, smashed through the wall, and flew out of Wudi Mountain.

The corners of Manqing's mouth twitched, and his figure flashed, appearing in front of Ling Bo Ying, "Senior Sister, did I make a noise with you?"

Ling Bo Ying stuffed a bag into Manqing's hand, "Give these golden tickets to the student council president, and say bet, press the junior brother to win." ”

Manqing's eyes widened, "This, this is your dowry......"

"One more word, believe it or not, tear your mouth apart. Ling Bo Ying said, "Why don't you go soon?"

The corners of Manqing's mouth twitched.

The master travels far away, and the senior sister is the greatest.

Ling Bo Ying turned around, pressed her right hand on Ao Fenggu's shoulder, and said earnestly, "Senior Sister's lifelong event depends on your performance tomorrow!"

The man who had just walked out of the courtyard stumbled and almost fell.

"There's another letter here, and you'll see tomorrow when you win. Ling Bo Sakura stuffed an envelope into Ao Fenggu's hand, "Now go back and rest." ”

By the second day, the Chaos Painting Hall was crowded with people inside and out.

Fueled by the student union, most of the students in the martial arts academy have placed bets on the gambling game, and by now, the gambling amount has reached a terrifying 280,000 gold.

If all of them are exchanged for gold coins, I am afraid that they can cover most of the martial arts.

This is the biggest gamble since the establishment of the martial arts academy.

Whether it is a student or a teacher, after seeing the mountain of gambling money, all of them have straight eyes and dry mouths.

In order to maintain the order of the Chaos Painting Hall and to protect the gambling money, the vice president of the Martial Academy even transferred two more emperor-level powerhouses.

Hong Liangliang looked at the piles of gambling money like a small mountain, and scratched his head in pain.

So much money is enough to withstand half a year's income of the Imperial Court of the Blue Bird Kingdom.

And all his own belongings are about to be divided up by these brothers and sisters who don't think it's a big deal.

As soon as the day passes, he will become poor and white.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

The student council board members announced the cessation of betting and erected a wooden board to record the prize pool.

Hong Liangliang squinted and was stunned in place.

I don't know who it was, at the last moment, he actually bet 60,000 gold on Ao Fenggu!

Hong Liangliang's heart seemed to have 10,000 martial beasts running by. It's all at this time, and there are still people betting on Ao Fenggu? Moreover, there are so many bets, and that guy's head is caught in the door?

At this moment, Huang Yimei and others walked over, Hong Liangliang grabbed him and asked, "Have you bet on Fenggu?"

Huang Yimei was stunned, "Am I going to be so bored?" Coming back from the Vermilion Bird Holy Ruins, he got a little emperor liquid from Ao Fenggu, retreated and cultivated, and finally absorbed the emperor liquid and broke through to the middle stage of the Seven Stars.

But even so, compared to Ao Fenggu, the gap is still getting bigger and bigger, after entering the swordsmanship department of the Martial Academy, he has seen too many kendo geniuses, and this former first place in the East Academy Primary School of the Alliance, has been practicing harder, and he is becoming more and more withdrawn.

He waved his hand, ignored Hong Liangliang, and walked straight to the third Emperor Wu Star Painting.

A little closer, he will be able to crack the gap between this Emperor Wu Star Painting and Ao Fenggu...... Perhaps, it will shrink a little.

Huang Yimei clenched his fists.

Hong Liangliang looked at Huang Yiyi on the side, and stopped talking, this little girl must be a bet on Ao Fenggu, but even if she sells herself, she can't make so much money.

Just when Hong Liangliang was confused, the crowd in front of him suddenly separated.

Surrounded by countless people, the young man of Poria Cocos in a green shirt entered the Chaos Painting Hall, starting from the first painting, slowly moving forward, and finally stopping in front of the eighth painting.

In the history of the Martial Academy, no one has ever been able to go so far.

He stood there alone, lonely and proud, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain, peerless.

Su Ze, who was closest to him, was only struggling in front of the fifth Martial Emperor Star Painting.

There was no one in front of him, and no one behind him.

It is the one who has never been before or since.

Poria suppressed the surging emotions in her heart.

Today is the last day of the opening of the Chaos Painting Hall, and it is also his last chance.

If you can go further......

He turned slightly and looked behind him, but the figure did not appear.

(End of chapter)