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By searching for the rune aura step by step, he finally found the location of this land temple and thatched house.

"Gone?" A cold voice came from the billowing black mist.

The figure in the black mist is very clear, and there are two reasons why the figure disappears.

The first is that after the two escaped here, they didn't use the runes anymore and fled in a normal way.

The second is that the two of them are here now, and they have used some kind of method to mask their breath.

Thinking of this, the black mist figure snorted coldly, and the divine consciousness extended in all directions, wanting to completely cover the entire Chang City, and moreover, the divine consciousness also extended towards the land below.

One thousand meters underground, Wu Hao's complexion changed slightly.

He has experienced the strength of the black shadow divine sense, if the black shadow's divine sense is allowed to cover it like this, then the entire Chang City will repeat the mistakes of Chang'an City.

As the land of Chang City, Tong Shiyi also immediately understood the huge influence of the Black Shadow Divine Sense, and his face instantly became gloomy.

"Do you want to go out!?"

Just as Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi were groaning, the young painter on the thatched house on the ground also frowned.

"Ah, I said." The young painter stuck out his head from the thatched roof, and looked at the black mist figure standing in the courtyard with an indifferent face, "If you are looking for someone, you will find someone, don't hurt ordinary people." ”

At the moment when the young man spoke, in the residence of one thousand meters underground, Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi's faces changed slightly at the same time.

"This young man looks ordinary, but in fact he is not ordinary."

This thought flashed through the hearts of both of them at the same time.

If it is a mortal, under the oppression of the cultivation of the black mist figure, he can't move at all, let alone speak, and he dares to say words of reproach.

Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi unanimously chose to stay in the residence, since the young man didn't seem to be an ordinary person, and it was very likely that he was a strong cultivator, why did they bother to join in the fun last time?

On the ground, the figure of the black mist also paused because of the words of the young painter.

In the rolling black fog, the figure slowly raised his head and looked at a young man who looked very unbeaten on the thatched roof.

The figure in the black mist gently spat out a dead word, and then his right hand was raised in the black mist, and he shook it violently towards the young man's neck.

If the young man on the roof was really just an ordinary painter, while the black mist figure held his right hand, his neck would not only break, but also shatter into powder.

In the end, he will die without even a terrible howl.

However, something happened that made Wu Hao and Tong Eleven, who were thousands of meters underground, shrink their pupils.

When the black mist figure slowly held his right hand, it was as if nothing had happened.

The young man still looked at the figure of the black mist with an impatient look, not only did his neck not break or break, but he didn't even have the slightest change in expression.

At the same time, the divine consciousness spread out by the black mist figure was like encountering an invisible barrier, completely imprisoned in the range of the thatched house courtyard, and even the Land Temple could not cover the past.

All this happened made the pupils of the figure in the black mist constrict violently.

In the direction of his right hand, the power of the black mist was several times stronger in the tumbling, and he quickly raised his hand and grabbed the young man on the roof.

The young painter smiled, and shook his right hand with the brush towards the black mist figure in front of the thatched house.

A few drops of black ink were thrown out of the brush, and the force of the black mist figure was broken straight away, dripping like raindrops on the face of the figure in the black mist.

Bang Bang -

The sound of dripping is small, but clear.

“……”

Immediately there was silence in front of the thatched house, on the thatched house, and under the thatched house.

The corners of Wu Hao and Tong Eleven, who were thousands of meters underground, twitched at the corners of their mouths.

The strength of this young man cannot be described as extraordinary, it should be described as super terrifying.

Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi have a very intuitive feeling, if the black mist figure is used against them with the power of grasping, then there is no doubt at all, they need to use all their hole cards before they can retreat with that grasp.

At this time, the two also understood that this young man was a young painter, but a super strong man.

As for the young man who inadvertently walked to their thatched hut, he said that the scenic spot of their thatched hut was beautiful and suitable for sketching.

Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi didn't believe it at all, with the strength of this super powerhouse, where would they still worry about finding the beautiful scenery of sketching? This young man must have had other ideas when he came to the thatched hut, and as for what he wanted to do, the two of them had no way of guessing now.

As the saying goes, the enemy of your enemy is your friend.

Now it is obvious that the young painter can fight against the black mist figure, and it seems that the two are about to fight.

These are the things that Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi and others want to see.

Whether it's friend or foe, let them fight first.

On the ground, the surprise of the black mist figure was not weaker than that of Wu Hao and the others, his outstretched right hand froze in mid-air, and it took five or six seconds before he slowly retracted it and wiped the black ink on his forehead.

"It turned out to be a master." The black mist was surging and rolling, and an earth-shattering momentum emanated from the figure, "You are qualified to know the old man's name." ”

The black mist figure stretched out his right hand, pointed at the young man with his index finger, and said, "Old man Bai Mang, ask Your Excellency's name?" ”

"Busy in vain?" The young man blinked, then chuckled and nodded, "Yes, you have worked for nothing today." ”

"Your Excellency's name?" The black shadow was shrouded in billowing black mist, and his gloomy gaze was locked on the young man's body.

The young man coughed lightly, flipped over the thatched hut, took a brush and dotted on the drawing board, and finished drawing the largest bamboo, and then his head peeked out from the roof again, and looked at the black mist below with a smile.

"My name."

Thousands of meters underground, Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi also pricked up their ears, a strong person like this will not be unknown in the cultivation world, and most cultivators must be like thunder.

They know this young man...... Oh no, it's the name of the practitioner that helps them to understand and prepare for what they are going to do next.

"You can just call me jiaoni." The young painter said with a smile.

"Jiao Xi?" Black Mist frowned.

The young painter nodded, "Aren't you called Bai Busy?" I'm 'calling you,' ...... Keeping you busy in vain. ”

Figures in the Rolling Black Mist: "......"

"You're looking for death!" The voice of the black mist figure was completely cold.

The young man looked at the black mist figure suspiciously, "Zhao Si? Why are you so Zhao Si! ”

Burst!

A thousand meters underground, Tong Eleven couldn't help but laugh.

This is definitely not a young painter, but a "young talker", and the other party who choked with words before he started to fight was aggrieved.

Unlike Tong Eleven, Wu Hao next to him frowned.

Why did he always feel so familiar with the scene?

Before you actually start fighting, use your words to provoke the opponent so that they are no longer in the best fighting state, so as to make yourself invincible.

"This is my fighting style......" Wu Hao muttered. (To be continued.) )