This graceful figure is the little champion.

At this moment, she held a folding fan in her hand, and rushed up to cover a jade face.

On the fan surface, there is a "Wen" character printed.

This word "Wen" has a lot of weight in front of this continent, especially in the evil camp.

Just when the black-robed man (Spiral Flying Diamond Martial Soul) was stunned, the little champion waved his fan in a dashing manner, and an afterimage came out.

Holding a huge ink pen in his hand, the remnant rushed straight towards the black-robed man.

With a little ink pen, the void is condensed into substance, a thick layer, just like a copy,—— with the void as the case, and the void as the paper.

Then write down the word "sword" of true qi in the void.

The rules of the text contained in the ink pen turn into an arc of light and flow on the tip of the pen, and then towards the true qi word.

The word True Qi turned into chaos and swirled.

Just as the black-robed man rushed over, a stroke swept on the Chaos Font.

"Smack".

The chaotic swirling font was swept out by a huge ink pen for a moment, turning into a touch of phosgene with great impact momentum, like a brilliant aurora, turning into a long sword when it swam in the air.

The long sword rushed straight at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man is a martial spirit, and it is a terrifying spiral flying diamond martial spirit.

Even a sword can be dissolved, let alone a sword.

And the little champion doesn't know the identity of the other party, nor does he know the strength of the other party.

"Bang".

Crashing into the black-robed man, the long sword turned into debris and scattered all over the ground.

"Hahahaha!" the black-robed man laughed proudly, and when he looked closely, he was secretly surprised.

Wendao disciple!

Intuitively realized that the woman opposite was a disciple of Wendao.

After careful discernment, the word "Wen" on the folding fan in the other party's hand made him even more convinced that the other party was a disciple of Wendao.

In this continent where martial arts are respected, Wendao disciples can be described as rare.

But their existence also has a certain value, especially for the disciples of the evil path camp.

Without the "amnesty city" opened up by the disciples of the Wendao, the disciples of the evil path camp would not be able to enter the mundane realm.

"If you take this woman hostage and give it to the evil camp, you will definitely get a heavy reward. With the help of the other party's resources, his status in the martial soul world will definitely be greatly improved!"

As soon as this thought came out, a trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the Spiral Flying Diamond Martial Soul.

The disciples of Wendao were regarded as treasures by the evil sect and could not be easily touched.

Therefore, the black-robed man is also doubly cautious.

However, while he was distracted, an unexpected scene occurred.

Xiao Zhuangyuan used an ink pen to write a true qi word again, which is a "wine" word.

The word wine is also written in the void.

The laws of literature and Taoism turned into an arc of light, flowing out through the tip of the pen, and dotting on the true qi characters.

Immediately, the True Qi character turned into chaos and swirled.

Immediately, the tip of the pen is tapped on the chaotic font, and the final stroke is reached, which grammatically refers to "closing the pen", which corresponds to "starting the pen".

They are both two necessary steps in writing.

That is to say, any word must contain two steps: "starting the pen" and "closing the pen".

They are the beginning and end of the whole process.

After the whole process is over, the magic power of the law of literature and Taoism will be truly revealed.

As soon as the pen was closed, in the center of the chaotic font, a delicate wine glass slowly rose, holding a full glass of mellow wine.

Xiao Zhuangyuan chose to overcome rigidity with softness this time.

This glass of wine is the best weapon to restrain the other party.

"Please~" The little champion had clear eyes, a vein of affection, and a jade finger holding the wine glass, handing it out to the black-robed man.

The round voice, like a pearl, rolled down the jade plate.

The black-robed man didn't know what to do, and after some hesitation, he took it and drank it all.

However, when the wine entered his stomach, the laws contained in it struck in his body, and the black-robed man was suddenly in a state of confusion, and his vision was blurred, as if he was drunk.

"Wine ...... Good wine!" The black-robed man was talking nonsense in the same way as when he was drunk.

At this moment, the little champion, his little face showed a sly smile imperceptibly, and said secretly: "This move can be regarded as a trick!"

"Next, let me see how good I am!"

His eyes lit up proudly, and the little champion eyebrows stretched, like flowers blooming, biting his teeth, his eyes flashed with a powerful color.

As soon as he thought of this, he waved his hand, and a huge ink pen grasped it in his hand.

"Hulala!"

The huge ink pen, attached to the palm of the pole, on the forehead of the black-robed man, wrote the word "retreat".

The laws of literature and Taoism turned into an arc of light, flowing out through the tip of the pen, and dotting on the true qi characters.

The True Qi font turned into chaos and swirled.

When he finally "closed the pen", the little champion took the pen and poked it the forehead of the black-robed man.

Immediately, the black-robed man involuntarily retreated, and with three shooes, he retreated for hundreds of meters, and finally slammed into a sand dune, causing it to burst and explode.

When the black-robed man fell to the ground on his back, he was shocked to find that the ground behind him had sunken a huge hole, giving rise to a powerful suction force.

In the end, the black-robed man was dragged into the pit by a strong suction.

"Xuandong Martial Soul!" It wasn't until this moment that the black-robed man understood.

Immediately after the Xuandong Martial Spirit, it was Xiao Zheng and Miss Feng'er, and the two of them rushed straight to the little champion.

"Little Champion, are you alright?" said Miss Feng'er with concern.

Xiao Zhuangyuan shook his head and smiled indifferently.

After a while, the leader of the Scattered Cultivation Regiment who had just been rescued also arrived and revealed the whereabouts of the other four Scattered Cultivation Leaders to Xiao Zheng.

Under the leadership of the head of the scattered cultivation group, Xiao Zheng and the others really found the four of them.

Since this is in the small world of elixir, it is difficult to understand the outside situation. For the sake of safety, Xiao Zheng and the others quickly said goodbye to the five scattered cultivators, and then left this small world in a hurry.

The current Xiao Zheng is just an incarnation.

The little champion and the Feng'er girl are themselves.

Xiao Zheng's deity is still outside the elixir, and he is sitting cross-legged on the throne, his eyes are slightly closed, his five hearts are facing the sky, and he is in a state of unity with the body and mind of God.

Xiao Zheng's incarnation still stayed in the small world of Lingdan, and after saying goodbye to the little champion and Miss Feng'er, he returned to the palace

Miss Feng'er was reluctant, but there was no way, and in the end, the two agreed to meet again next time.

Then, together with the little champion, he directly crossed the void and returned to the small world of the elixir.

When the two returned to their thrones, Xiao Zheng slowly opened his eyes.

Glancing vigilantly, he found that at the end of his vision, a figure rushed in......