Chao Geyi looked at Jun Molin with cold eyes, and actually bit her back......? Worst!

Moreover, that calm attitude seems to have made up its mind, as if this is the truth.

"What is the basis for this?!" Mo Yang looked at Jun Mo Lin and said.

Jun Molin glanced up at Mo Yang and said calmly, "Just try it." ”

Yesterday, he didn't refute Chao Geyi, nor did he argue with Mo Yang about anything, he didn't follow what Zong Zetian said, from the appearance, it did lead to a follow-up defeat, although it was a doomed defeat.

But it is also human nature for them to be unhappy, however, today Chao Geyi mentioned it again, repeatedly slapped in the face, if he, the palace master of the Holy Land of the Wasteland Sage Palace, still allows the other party to do this, others will not admire his bearing, but will only satirize the incompetence of the palace master of the Wasteland Holy Land!

Many eyes fell on Jun Molin at the same time, this is, want to have a painting battle with Chao Geyi?

Practice is indeed the best way to test everything, otherwise both sides will not be able to convince each other.

It's just that Jun Molin, as the palace master of the Wasteland Holy Land, challenged the descendants of the Qingzhou Holy Land, and still lost his identity a little.

Although he is also a person of the same generation, in terms of age, he is even younger than Mo Yang and others.

Mo Yang looked at Jun Mo Lin and said: "The princess of the Holy Dynasty is a woman, since the lord of the palace wants to give it a try, if you don't like it, why don't you accompany the palace to fight for a game?!"

Jun Mo Lin glanced at Mo Yang, yesterday Mo Yang apologized for his faux pas, and his performance at the moment was also polite, and there was nothing wrong with it.

However, Jun Molin still felt that in Moyang's bones, he obviously still looked down on the Wasteland Sage Palace, although he ...... Even if the pride was not revealed, it could still be perceived.

"Good. Jun Molin nodded, then turned around, looked at the old men and said, "Can you seniors lend me a place?"

"There's no need to be so troublesome, since the two of you want to play chess, let's draw a game here. In the void, Xiao He, who was standing on the huge painting plate, said to Jun Molin.

"In that case, thank you seniors. Jun Mo bowed and said, Xiao He and the other nine people stepped down from the drawing plate and gave up their positions.

Mo Yang's figure flashed, he stepped on the side of the painting plate, and then said to Jun Molin: "The Lord of the Monarch Palace, please." ”

"Nine days. Jun Mo Lin turned around and shouted, and Huang Jiutian stepped forward to look at him.

"There you go. Jun Mo Lin said, Huang Jiutian nodded, his figure flashed, and he stepped on the painting plate, without asking the reason, since Jun Mo Lin asked him to come to this game, then he would go on, and he couldn't refute the face of the palace master.

When everyone saw this scene, they were stunned for a moment, revealing a different color, and Mo Yang also looked at Jun Mo Lin and said, "What does the palace lord mean?!"

"Huang Jiutian is a junior disciple of my Sage Palace, and he will hold the chess pieces on my behalf. "Jun Mo Lin said, everyone glanced at Jun Mo Lin, they didn't expect him to come with such a hand, but they were also impeccable, both of them were disciples of the Holy Land.

Obviously, he was implying that with his identity, he was not suitable to play directly with Mo Yang.

Mo Yang Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little displeased, he took Jun Molin's words, it was to fight against Jun Molin, and now Jun Molin's hand is very secondary, and it seems that he has not learned to paint in vain.

"Since it is the battle written by the palace lord on behalf of the monarch, then this game is also the same as the palace lord's order, please!"

Mo Yang deliberately emphasized and made a gesture towards Huang Jiutian.

Huang Jiutian glanced at Jun Molin, as if he was waiting for Jun Molin's words.

"You can do whatever you want. Jun Mo Lin opened his mouth and said, at this moment, he and Huang Jiutian were just like the previous Vientiane Xianjun and him. Huang Jiutian nodded, and the paintbrush in his hand waved at will, without any order.

Many people showed strange looks, it seems that Jun Molin did the same before, right?

Now, Jun Molin and Mo Yang are still so casual when they are so formally engaged in painting?

Mo Yang's expression became more and more displeased, and he only felt that Jun Molin's behavior was simply humiliating to him.

Mo Yang held the pen in his palm and waved, and the rules became a painting, turning into a fierce giant crocodile and landing in the middle of the painting plate, and suddenly a terrifying momentum raged.

This makes many people show a touch of different colors, Mo Yang's painting is really extraordinary, as soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one, this painting is terrifying.

But Mo Yang, a giant crocodile, fell directly in the center of the painting plate, as if he was provoking, as if he was the protagonist of this painting plate, dominating everything.

Many people say that painting is like its person, and its painting can show the person's character, and the person with a noble painting style is also noble in his conduct, and the person with a cunning and strange painting style has a shrewd and fickle character.

And Mo Yang's painting style is arrogant and high-profile, which shows the pride under his humble appearance.

Qingzhou Holy Land Tianjiao, a saint disciple, has its own pride.

One by one, the paintings of rules fell, and the whole canvas contained a powerful force of rules, and these paintings of rules had a vague wonderful power to connect them together, making the canvas permeated with an extremely strong momentum.

"On the twenty-eighth, the unicorn painting. "Jun Mo Lin said, Huang Jiutian did not hesitate, and fell directly.

Mo Yang responded directly, and another painting fell from the sky.

"On the thirty-nine, the white tiger painting. Jun Mo Lin said, almost without the slightest hesitation.

At the same time, in his sea of gods, the painting bureau perfectly projected the picture in front of him in his soul, and the wind and clouds on the painting bureau changed, and the paintings continued to fall and evolve, as if they were evolving the painting bureau behind.

"It's !! so fast"

Everyone saw that the speed of the battle between the two was amazing, which showed that their deduction and mental arithmetic abilities were amazingly powerful.

Therefore, you can go on the offensive without hesitation, as if everything is under control.

"It's all over the place. Everyone's eyes flashed, with the evolution of the painting game, a formation has appeared, and the painting path under Mo Yang is an extremely arrogant painting formation, which is scattered all over the place.

In the center of the painting plate, the rest of the regular paintings are scattered on the whole painting plate, and all the regular paintings of the Emperor Jiutian are surrounded and suppressed, as if they are going to be wiped out.

The advantage of this kind of formation is to be able to directly engulf the opponent, leaving no chance to counterattack, and one blow will make the difference.

The weakness is that it is very widely distributed and is easy to be cut and torn apart.

Obviously, Mo Moyang is extremely confident in his painting and wants to win this game in a crushing way.

At this time, the wind and clouds on the painting plate were already changing, and there were terrifying rules and stars shining, and they were like sharp swords, sharp to the extreme.

Mo Yang's body was slightly suspended on the chessboard, his eyes swept Huang Jiutian indifferently, his palm stretched out, and the rules condensed into a sword light star, and then fell towards a position, like a starlight sword falling down.

When this painting fell, the entire painting array seemed to move, and the stars were scattered and the bright starlight took pictures, turning into a straight sword and falling towards the direction where Emperor Yu Jiutian was.

"Bang bang ......"

One after another, the paintings of the rules directly collapsed and shattered, and around Huang Jiutian's body, several more paintings were swallowed and fell, forming a killing game against Huang Jiutian.

"Go to six or eight, Xuanwu painting. "Jun Mo Lin said.

"Boom !!"

In an instant, Xuanwu condensed and was born, Huang Jiutian's palm waved, and suddenly that Xuanwu smashed down.

On the painting plate, a terrifying vortex appeared, and all the paintings converged towards a certain position, which was the direction where the Emperor Jiutian stood.

At this moment, the endless power gathered in one place, and the figure of Huang Jiutian seemed to become extremely tall and domineering, and the entire painting bureau also became more three-dimensional, and a formation that shattered and crushed everything was formed, heading towards Moyang.

Mo Yang's face suddenly became ugly, and this one actually connected all the regular paintings on the painting plate, gathering into a terrifying momentum.

Mo Yang's sword eyebrows became sharper and sharper, and in an instant, he seemed to be incarnated into the eye of the painting array, and the sword of light and shadow covered the sky and the sun, slashing towards the Emperor Nine Heavens in a sweeping manner.

"Shang Erjiu!

Jun Mo Lin spit out a voice without any hesitation, Huang Jiutian then stepped forward, and walked directly in front of Mo Yang's body, and in an instant, the shadow of the Vermilion Bird rose to the sky, and a more wild and domineering momentum swept out, around Mo Yang's body, many paintings of rules were directly destroyed and killed, making the starlight dim, and looking at Huang Jiutian again, the momentum was stronger.

"Moyang is going to lose. Everyone looked sharp, and they naturally saw at this moment that Huang Jiutian had taken the absolute initiative and directly established a strong advantage.

On the other hand, Mo Yang, the painting path collapsed, and his face was a little pale at this time, and the majestic pressure fell on him, wanting to destroy him directly.

"Ping Qijiu, Lei Chen painted. At this moment, a voice came out, and many people's eyes flashed, looking at a position on the top of Xiaohan Mountain, and the person standing there was Zong Zetian.

Zong Zetian personally opened his mouth to guide Mo Yang.

Although this is not so glorious, Zong Zetian acted calmly, and did not teach Mo Yang in the way of sound transmission, but directly spoke in public, letting people know that he was instructing.

Jun Mo Lin did not have any emotional fluctuations, calmly commanded Mo Yang, Mo Yang's momentum was dissipated at this time, under Xiao Wuji's violent momentum and in front of the general trend of the painting array, Mo Yang He couldn't see the overall situation, and he only needed one or two sons to be able to distinguish the winner and loser, but Zong Zetian was obviously not Mo Yang, the painting he said could be described as a wonderful son, and it could be called the best position.

Mo Yang did not hesitate, and directly led the rules into a painting, and sure enough, the powerful starlight sword array showed signs of resurrection again, and the powerful momentum on the painting plate condensed again.

Jun Molin glanced at Ping Qijiu's position lightly, but he didn't pay attention to it, but said: "Enter Liujiu, Qinglong falls." ”

Huang Jiutian nodded and did so, and as soon as the painting fell, it was like a heavy blow and slammed down, Mo Yang snorted, his face was pale, as if an extremely domineering rule force gathered and split the painting array.

"Into seven or eight, the wolf falls. Zong Zetian continued to speak, and Jun Molin responded.

After a few more battles, an incomparably wild momentum swept across the painting plate, and the Xingchen Sword Array was directly engulfed, and in an instant, Moyang's formation completely collapsed and collapsed.

The powerful air currents on the painting plate suddenly fell silent, like the atmosphere on Xiaohan Mountain, silent.

Mo Yang himself is also a master of painting, he is the descendant of the Holy Dao of Dongshen Mountain, and his painting style is arrogant and proud, however, he was defeated, and even Zong Zetian wanted to help him redeem it, but he couldn't save him, after all, it was already an endgame, and no matter how strong Zong Zetian was, he couldn't return to the sky.

Many people looked at Jun Molin, who was already standing quietly, with a gentle breeze, his robes rising in the wind, his black hair flying, and his face handsome.

At this time, everyone seemed to really feel that this was the momentum of the Holy Land Palace Master.

Jun Molin, do you really not know how to draw?

Mo Yang raised his head and looked at Jun Molin, after yesterday's game, he had sarcastically mocked Jun Molin for not knowing how to draw, so what about this moment?

Who is it that doesn't know how to draw?

"I apologize for yesterday's wild words. Mo Yang raised his head, arched his hand slightly, spoke, and then turned around and walked down the drawing plate.

Even if he is defeated, he still maintains the demeanor of a saint and a descendant.

At this time, there was another person who looked a little unsightly, and that was Chao Geyi.

It was she who caused this round of battle.

Mo Yang is fighting on her behalf.

Now that Jun Mo Lin is winning, doesn't it prove Jun Mo Lin's words, her painting is the worst among the nine.

"How?" At this time, Jun Molin's gaze fell on her and asked.

Chao Geyi looked up at Jun Molin and said, "It's you who won this game, isn't it your reason for the battle of the Tianlong Painting Bureau yesterday?"

Jun Molin glanced at her lightly, stepped forward and said, "Since you don't give up, then, you can see clearly." ”