"This young man is quite interesting. Vientiane Xianjun looked at the direction in which Si Gongzi left.

"He is indeed a wonderful person, he is at the bottom of the nine disciples, and he is naturally at ease, free and easy. Jun Molin said with a smile.

"How are you feeling lately?" asked Vientiane Ken-kun.

"I feel like I'm already able to deduce the situation on my own, of course, I'm still not so good at what my uncle said, and I seem to be more inclined to prejudge the situation by feeling. "Jun Mo Lin said.

"Practicing the same thing, everyone's perception is different, and you don't need to be the same as me. ”

Vientiane Xianjun said: "I didn't know much about painting before, and I broke seven games, and now I accompany you to read these painting books, and I can be regarded as proficient in painting, and I can calculate the whole situation more targeted, and form a change in my mind. ”

"I'll combine what my uncle taught me with what I've learned, and I'll try nine games tomorrow. Jun Molin said.

"Good. Vientiane Xianjun nodded: "You can try in different ways, for example, reverse formation, you go to calculate the position of the opponent's possible formation, but go with the flow, see if it is the same as you think, and then see how the situation changes, it does not have to win." ”

"I see. Jun Molin nodded.

"Listening to you talk about painting all day long, we are all masters of painting. "Huang Jiutian, Ape Batian, Xiao Wuji, Xu Qianyu and other people came with a smile, these days they have all read some chess games at random, but they feel that it is a bit exhausting, so they still put their time on cultivation.

This kind of talent thing, let's leave it to this pervert.

Jun Molin confirmed what he had learned with nine major painting games for several days in a row, and each time the painting style was different, but each time it was a defeat.

Even the nine old men who blocked the way could see that he was deliberately seeking defeat at all, and observed how their painting style changed through the changes in his own painting style.

This is the first time they have seen this kind of learning method, and no one has used it even to paint the temple, and they secretly sigh in their hearts that this son has some ideas.

Jun Molin's actual observation of the changes in the nine major situations confirms what he has learned these days, and he feels that he has made rapid progress, which can really be described as a thousand miles a day.

In addition to Jun Molin, everyone else is also improving, and there are already several people who have broken the Nine Great Painting Bureaus, Hanjiang, Chaogecheng brother and sister, Ziwei Fairy, and Moyang of Dongshen Mountain.

In addition, there are several people who have cracked the eight major bureaus, and only the last game is missing.

Everyone is improving, of course, some people don't just rely on themselves, such as the two brothers and sisters in Chaogecheng, they have the old man of Dongshen Mountain behind them, and they deliberately invite masters who are good at chess, just like the wise man of Vientiane to guide Jun Molin.

After all, there are no rules for cracking the chess game and drawing the temple this time.

Finally, the day agreed by Xiao He finally came, on this day, Xiao Han Mountain invited all the strong people of Xiao Han City to come to watch the ceremony, and for a time, countless people from Xiao Han Mountain went up the mountain and descended on Xiao Han Mountain.

On the ancient peaks and boulders, there are endless figures, all of whom come to watch the game.

On this day, many old people in the Painting Holy Mountain Hall arrived, all to witness the opening of the Tianlong Painting Bureau.

Jun Molin and his party also arrived early, on the top of Xiaohan Mountain, they stood there quietly, and countless people around them were talking about today's painting battle.

"Zong Zetian hasn't even appeared yet. "There are many people looking for it, but they still haven't seen Zong Zetian appear on the peak of Xiaohan Mountain, could it be that he wants to miss today's painting battle?

The brothers and sisters Chao Gecheng and Chao Geyi are worthy of being the children of the Holy Dynasty, and they all have a noble temperament.

Moyang is extraordinary, Hanjiang is calm and introverted, and Mu Chen is handsome and elegant, inheriting the style of his teacher Sword Immortal.

Crape Myrtle Fairy's face is the best in the Han Mountain, she stands alone on a boulder, her long dress in green clothes moves with the wind, and her black hair flies, like a real fairy, she can only watch from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

Of course, the women beside Jun Mo are still lightly veiled and do not show their faces, although many people are curious, secretly guessing that looking at the posture and temperament of these women, they must also be extremely beautiful women.

There are also many people talking about Jun Molin, although he is far less well-known in Qingzhou than in Huangzhou.

But some people have heard of it, and some news about him has come out recently, which has also attracted the attention of some people.

At this time, on the ancient road in the middle of Xiaohan Mountain, a group of figures walked up, and everyone retreated one after another to make way, and they saw Xiao He and other nine disciples of the Painting Saint walking here at the same time.

"It's coming. Many people's eyes flashed and looked at Xiao He and the others, this is about to open the Tianlong Painting Bureau.

This group of people walked in front of a mountain wall in Xiaohan Mountain, and then slowly took off into the air, and said: "The Tianlong Painting Bureau is left by the family teacher, inherited from the nine of my disciples, and it is arranged by the nine of us, which contains infinite changes. ”

After saying that, Xiao He turned his head, looked at the many old men standing on both sides of the mountain wall, and said, "Open." ”

The old men who painted the temple shot out one after another, and blasted towards the huge mountain wall, and in an instant, a loud rumbling sound came out, and the mountain wall seemed to be lit up with dazzling brilliance, as if it was made of a magic circle, and many people showed a look of surprise, and they didn't even see that there was a hidden formation on this mountain wall.

The formation became brighter and brighter, spreading to the mountain wall, and the terrifying light directly broke through the mountain wall, from the inside to the outside, countless cracks appeared on the mountain wall in an instant, and a striped road lit up, accompanied by a loud noise, and the boulder on the mountain wall directly turned into dust and disappeared.

At this moment, a dazzling light lit up in front of him, and many people stared at it, which turned out to be a huge painting plate, spanning the void.

Xiao He and the other nine disciples of the Painting Saint stepped out and stepped onto the dazzling chessboard, and in an instant, their bodies seemed to merge into the space of the painting board, shrouded in light.

"This is the Tianlong Painting Bureau, which is jointly run by nine people including my senior brother, and anyone who has been invited before can try to break this painting bureau. ”

Xiao He stood on the painting plate and looked at everyone, and said loudly: "Of course, I advise you, before stepping on this Tianlong Painting Bureau, it is best to crack the first nine major painting bureaus, otherwise the pressure will be too great for a while." ”

Countless eyes looked at the nine people of Xiaohe, and the nine disciples such as the painting saint were personally in charge of the painting bureau, who could break it?

At this moment, no one made a move, and they all seemed to hesitate.

"I'll try. Finally, a voice came out, and I saw Han Jiang stepping forward, and countless eyes fell on him.

Hanjiang, he was the first to challenge the Tianlong Painting Bureau.

"Please. Xiao He said.

"Please!" Han Jiang replied.

I saw Xiao He's palm waving, and suddenly a picture scroll fell in the middle position, containing extremely terrifying rule power.

Han Jiang held the pen and waved his palm to create the first painting.

However, the second painting was made by Kaiyuan, the second disciple of the painting saint, and when he waved his hand, there seemed to be a golden lightning bolt above the sky that pierced the void and descended on the painting plate, which made many people's hearts tremble.

"Is the Tianlong Painting Bureau a painting for each of the nine great disciples of the Painting Saint?" said many people secretly in their hearts, and soon their ideas were confirmed.

The nine sons in front of each created a painting.

It's just that when these nine paintings fell, an extremely violent force appeared on the painting plate, faintly engulfing all the momentum on Han Jiang's body.

"It's so strong. Many people trembled, this is no longer a simple chess game, it is more like a battle game, Xiao He's side only made nine paintings with such a terrifying momentum.

Han Jiang was in it and naturally felt the clearest, his expression was solemn, and he continued to fall, and the paintings he made faintly echoed, wanting to form a formation.

The two sides continue to play the game, the power of the rules is getting more and more, and sweat has oozed from Hanjiang's forehead, a kind of painting game, and at the same time contains nine major changes, like nine different painting paths, and what is even more terrifying is that each one can play infinite changes, and it is impossible to see through it.

"Sneer......" The sword qi roared, and a sword array appeared in the corner of the painting plate, which was condensed by the rules, Han Jiang wanted to fall in that direction, but the painting he made could not fall, and was swallowed by the sword qi before it fell.

"Is this the painting battle rule of the Sky Painting Bureau, and it can also stop other people's painting paths. Everyone present trembled, Han Jiang was already soaked, he held the brush and wanted to fall, but he didn't know how to fall, at this time he felt an extreme sense of exhaustion, that was the exhaustion of the power of the soul, he waved his palm, and another painting fell from the sky.

"Hanjiang, it's going to be bad. Some people who are skilled in painting saw this son fall and secretly said in their hearts, under the strong oppression, Hanjiang made a mistake, and this kind of mistake should not have happened to him.

At this time, the four disciples of the painting saint dropped a painting, and then, everyone's hearts also trembled, and a bone dragon appeared on the painting plate, extremely hideous, opening its fangs and devouring Han Jiang, in an instant, Han Jiang's face was pale, he snorted, and blood spit on the painting plate.

With a flash of figure, he directly withdrew from the drawing plate, and then sat down to recover the damaged mind and the power of the depleted divine soul.

Then, everyone's eyes looked at the painting bureau, and at this time, there was a vague feeling on the painting plate that several formations were about to condense, revealing terrifying power, all of which were cast with each painting as the cornerstone.

"Uncle Shi. Jun Molin's expression was solemn, and his eyes looked at the Vientiane Xianjun beside him, he has made rapid progress these days, but he can't break this kind of painting game, not because he is arrogant, but because he is self-aware.

"Superb. Vientiane Xianjun exclaimed: "These nine people are all disciples of the painting saint, they must be very good at painting the way, nine people cloth a game, nine different styles of painting, there are positive, there are tricks, before only need to predict and deduce one person, now the difficulty, I don't know how much bigger, moreover, the nine of them are now playing chess in order, but it seems that the rules do not stipulate, they must come in order." ”

Jun Mo Lin nodded, from this short game, he saw the essence of the painting path recorded in the countless books before, the nine disciples of the painting saint, and really used the painting dao to the gods, even if Si Gongzi, who was laughing and playing before, his painting skills must be extremely exquisite.

At this moment, there was a commotion from the crowd, and many people looked towards the commotion, and saw a figure in the distance walking towards this direction.

This person is not so brilliant in terms of dress or appearance, but he seems to have a very unique temperament, like confidence from the bones, his face is angular, he can't see any expression, his pace is very steady, not fast or slow, every step is the same.

"Zong Zetian!" Zong Zetian, the first person in the descendants of Dongshen Mountain, arrived on the day of the opening of the Tianlong Painting Bureau.

"Senior brother...... It's finally here. Mo Yang looked at the walking figure with a flickering expression, in terms of appearance, even Mo Yang was more handsome than Zong Zetian.

Zong Zetian glanced up at Mo Yang slightly, and then nodded at him in response.

However, Zong Zetian did not go directly to the direction where the Tianlong Painting Bureau was located, but walked to the first of the nine major painting bureaus in front of him, stepped up, and said, "Old gentleman, please." ”

"Please. The old man spoke, and then the two began to draw against each other, which attracted everyone's attention.

The painting bureau of these two people seemed much calmer, whether it was the old man or Zong Zetian, they didn't seem to have the slightest anger.

This is also really terrifying, the old man's painting array is getting stronger and stronger the further he goes, gathering the paintings into a formation, but in Zong Zetian's extremely indifferent formation, the old man's painting situation seems to have no deterrent power at all.

Soon, the old man's painting bureau had no way to live, and he was oppressed to death step by step.

He looked at the painting situation in front of him and said, "I am fearless, I am defeated." ”

"The gentleman agreed. Zong Zetian spoke calmly, and then challenged the second game, all the way forward, and soon, he defeated all the nine major painting games, but in the ninth game, he felt a trace of pressure!