"This is my fighting style......" Wu Hao muttered. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Wu Hao was fighting, he always liked to use words to make the other party's emotions out of control, which he learned from the scolding array in front of the city in ancient wars.

When the strength is equal, losing control of emotions can cause the enemy to lose their minds and not be able to perform at their best.

In addition, Wu Hao's stylistic similarity refers not only to verbal anger, but also to the body parts of the attacking enemy.

Wu Hao especially likes to slap his face when he fights, and it is just like that, the first wave of attack of the young painter just now was to throw ink on the face of the black mist figure.

As the saying goes, hitting someone doesn't slap you in the face.

Once you slap your face, the other party will get angry, and if you get angry, you will easily not be in the best fighting state.

The reason why Wu Hao muttered was that this fighting style was difficult to master perfectly, but the young painter mastered it perfectly.

Indifferent performance, clever words to provoke, understatement face attack......

"The Black Shadow should be angry this time." Wu Hao thought to himself.

Almost when Wu Hao had just raised this idea, the black mist figure on the ground had completely entered a state of rage.

"Hmph, poor mouth!"

With an angry snort, the black fog around the figure rumbled and rolled, and the powerful momentum made the sky and the earth change color, and the black fog suddenly dispersed and shrouded the entire thatched house courtyard, blocking the young man's back path.

The figure of the black mist flew out of thin air, pointing towards the young painter, and the dragon roared to remember, a giant black dragon appeared out of thin air, and the huge dragon head flashed with a faint black light, growing in a hideous mouth, and biting down on the young man's head.

The young painter saw the black dragon attack of the black mist figure, his face was slightly serious, but he did not rush to make a move, but turned to look at his drawing board, and held a brush in his right hand and clicked a little on the upper right side of the drawing board, adding a round of sun to the whole painting.

Immediately afterwards, something that shocked Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi thousands of kilometers underground.

I saw that the smaller of the two bamboos that the young man had drawn in three hours suddenly squirmed on the drawing board.

Just like the young man's stroke just now, the whole painting came alive.

Hum -

As the board wriggled, the branches and leaves of bamboo quickly stretched out beyond the petals, and then a bamboo tree as thick as an adult's arm flew out of the board.

It is as green as jade, but it has a sharp aura like a divine weapon emanating from the bamboo.

Whoosh -

The bamboo flew quickly in front of the black dragon like an arrow from the string, and then rushed into the black dragon's mouth with a buzz!

These happened in an instant, and when Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi reacted, they had already seen the bamboo burrowing into the mouth of the black dragon.

In their shocked complexions, the black dragon, which had been extremely hideous and powerful before, suddenly stiffened.

A trace of astonishment flashed in the monstrous dragon's eyes, and then the black dragon immediately howled miserably and rolled in the air.

The thatched hut turned to powder in an instant, but the young man and the sketchpad in front of him floated unharmed.

In the frowning brows of the black mist figure, the emerald green bamboo rushed straight out of the black dragon's tail, piercing the black dragon.

The moment the last roar fell, the black dragon formed by the condensation of the black mist exploded, turning into countless black mist and dissipating in the air.

However, although the emerald green bamboo was a little illusory, it did not stop rushing in front of the black mist figure.

Rumble!

The billowing black fog was like an iron wall in front of the black fog figure.

White light flickered between the bamboo and the black mist, like sparks from the clash of gold and iron.

After a brief stalemate, the Black Mist figure took ten steps back, leaving a deep groove in the ground with his feet that was more than knee-deep before barely holding his feet.

In the rolling black mist, the momentum was no longer as amazing as before, and it was also a little disordered.

"Who the hell are you!?" The voice of the black mist figure came out with shock.

The black shadow knew that with his own strength, he was not very strong in the cultivation world in the past, but he was still a peak powerhouse in the current mortal world.

However, the young man's understatement just now made him so embarrassed.

What kind of person is it, and what kind of background can have such a strong cultivation?

Isn't there a lack of spiritual power in the mortal world? Where the hell did they get the spiritual power that allowed him to cultivate to this kind of cultivation!

"The one who called you busy for nothing!" The young man shrugged, holding the brush in his right hand, and pinched the trick in his left hand and twinked it towards the drawing board in front of him.

Hum -

More bamboo branches and foliage burst out of the drawing board.

"The thick one!" Tong Eleven exclaimed.

In the past three hours, the young painter has drawn a total of two bamboos, and the small bridge and thatched hut are still outlined.

The bamboo that appeared just now is the one that is slightly thinner, and the one that is wriggling on the drawing board now is the thick one just now!

As soon as Tong Eleven's words fell, the bamboo on the drawing board had already rushed out of the drawing board.

This bamboo was as thick as a bucket, and it rushed straight towards the black mist figure below!

This time, it was obvious that the black mist figure was much more vigilant, and the mist around him immediately rolled and condensed into a monster's claw, and that claw was solid, and one claw slapped at the bamboo.

In an instant, the two attacks collided together.

Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi, who were thousands of kilometers underground, felt a slight shock around them, and then, the two attacks on the ground exploded at the same time.

Burst!

A blood-spurting sound came from the black mist, and the black mist figure quickly retreated, turning into a black light and disappearing at the end of the sky under the flicker, and finally fled without saying a word!

The young man suspended in mid-air smiled lightly and looked at the black light that had escaped, and when the black light dissipated at the end of the sky, his face turned pale instantly, his eyes were filled with a deep solemnity, and blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth.

With a thud, the young man fell to the ground along with the drawing board.

"It's really strong!" The young man lay on the ground, squinted his eyes, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and sighed, "This kind of monster has actually reappeared in the cultivation world...... It's going to be a big mess again. ”

As he spoke, the young man tilted his head slightly, looked under the ground, and muttered: "Hey, I said, the old man helped you defeat the strong enemy, should you come up to say thank you, and then help the old man heal his wounds?" The old man is bored. ”

“……”

Thousands of meters underground, Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi looked at each other in amazement.

They watched the process of the battle between the young man and the black mist figure, and thought that the young man's cultivation was really much higher than the black mist figure, but they didn't expect that this guy was also holding on.

Since the black mist figure had been repelled by the young man, he didn't dare to come again in a short time, Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi immediately called Li Bingxuan and Qiao Ling, shuttled over a distance of thousands of meters, and appeared on the ground.

Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi quickly came to the young man's side, Tong Shiyi helped the young man to sit up, Wu Hao put his hands behind the young man's back, and the spiritual power surged into the young man's body.

When the spiritual power circulated around the veins of the young man for a week, Wu Hao's face sank, "The situation is not ordinary. ”

"Hehe, I'm smiling." The young man smiled, pinched his hands, closed his eyes and began to fully cooperate with Wu Hao to heal his injuries. (To be continued.) )