Secretly, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are looking at the changes on the battlefield. There are not only a few gods in the painting world, but also some who are unwilling to disclose their identities for fear of insulting their gods. There are also great gods who died young, such as the goddess Flower Radish Sky, who had braided her hair and didn't know where her bones were buried.

A veteran god in the painting world said: "Young people are always so irritable. If you want to show off your uniqueness, it may not be a good thing to be in the limelight, and you may become someone else's target. ”

The other god of painting is also very mysterious, wrapped in a dark gray robe with a large hood that completely obscures her face. She said: "Sister Dao, Sister Jian, serve her, Lao Tian, hehe, the real god of our painting world." ”

Before she could finish her words, a pair of cold eyes locked on her. It's Sister Dao, Sister Dao squints at the old god of the painting world who is hiding below. "The great god who is out of breath should not come out to show it, for your glory belongs to the past. Whether you like it or not, you have been eliminated by this great world, living in the glory of the past, and it is difficult for you to accept the cruelty of this world?"

The cold light was cold, and a wisp of knife qi as thin as silk burst out, slashing at the old god of the painting world.

"Didn't anyone tell you that blind confidence is arrogance. The gray robe hunted and moved, and the old god lifted his hood, revealing a pair of cold eyes, unfazed, as if he wanted to look down on past fame and fortune. After all, who can stay out of Vanity Fair......

Grabbing a piece of black jade, the old god smashed into the wisp of sword qi. With a snort, the knife exploded and was crushed by the black jade.

"Mo Yuzi. Can't help but make a move?"

Another veteran god teased.

Before he finished speaking, two sword lights galloped, one up and down, slashing at his neck and navel respectively. With a cold snort, the middle-aged man was lucky, and swung towards the two sword lights, and with a loud bang, the two sword lights exploded. "Sister Jian, you dare to make a move against your seniors. When your godhead is stable?"

Jian Mei's eyes were deep, and the corners of her mouth were torn apart. "Old man, why don't you rest at home and leave the stage for newcomers, maybe everyone will remember you well. As for now......"

Kill!

The sword girl strode out, with murderous intent on her face, raised her right arm, and waved towards the old god below. The sword qi condensed into a blue line, twisted and slashed, and slashed towards the face of the old god.

"Xiao Xiangzi, you are really useless. Others are too lazy to talk nonsense with you, and directly take a sword and behead you. Mo Yuzi smiled sadly.

"Mo Yuzi, why bother, you and I are like lost dogs. Xiao Xiangzi laughed. "To say that it is a retreat is nothing but self-beautification. Why don't we ask ourselves, can we really still make a frenzy in the art world?"

Mo Yuzi's eyes were cloudy, and the piece of black jade in her hand seemed to have a grudge against her, and she was a little awkward. This piece of black jade was originally her famous weapon, and its lethality was amazing.

"Xiao Xiangzi, you can see it. If you are so open, why hide? Mo Yuziyu raised her hand, and the ink jade was sacrificed by her, and immediately, the jade light was rippling, the fragrance was thick, and the small piece of ink jade expanded rapidly, as big as a mountain, exuding the fragrance of ink.

Boom! Boom!

The black jade poured down, and the town went to Xiaoxiangzi below.

Xiao Xiangzi's sleeves agitated, swinging two waves of qi, and flying away unrelated people who were close to him. "Mo Yuzi, you are still so tender. If you don't agree with each other, you will tear others apart, when you are still a little girl?"

Standing up, Xiao Xiangzi's right palm slapped out, and with a loud sound, it slapped on the huge piece of black jade. "Everyone is a poor person, why can't we get along. Xiao Xiangzi said with a smile.

Swish!

The jade belt tied around Mo Yuzi's waist flew out and threw it on top of the black jade. Jin Ming made a great fuss, and Moyu flew back upside down and crashed into Xiao Xiangzi again.

Another new god in the painting world "obeys her" and looks indifferently. The tear between the new and old gods has nothing to do with him, he doesn't need to be left and right, because he believes in his own strength. Incompetent people are always bluffing and self-righteous.

In my heart, I silently recited her mantra, and persuaded her to be expressionless. "Help/Her great god, accept the worship of pious people like us. ”

"What the hell. Old Skiy said happily. The little fresh meat level Da Ji Lao can no longer drive the boat, and his painting boat has been destroyed. Moreover, Lao Sky was also forced to serve as the driver of the imperial uncle Donsbia, and drove the boat specifically for the imperial uncle. Lao Tian felt bitter in his heart, but when he saw the two unlucky old gods Xiao Xiangzi and Mo Yuzi tearing apart Sister Dao and Sister Jian, how could he not be happy!

"All the unpleasant guys, died in the end. I, Lao Sky, can dominate the painting world and become the supreme!" His heart was surging, and Lao Sky was greatly satisfied in the process of caring for silver. Uh-huh, he couldn't stop nodding. Tearing is better than tearing, you are tearing harder. Lao Sky really wanted to fan the flames, add fuel to the fire, and stir up a bigger storm.

"Man, why are you so happy. ”

The soy sauce aunt is here. He brought a and soy sauce. Well, soy sauce huskies, Samoyeds, and Alaska also came, and they surrounded Laoski.

Old Ski's face mutinied. "What do you do, what do you want to do! I warn you, I'm a great god in the painting world, I'm not afraid to wait for the soy sauce to be smashed!"

"Wangha!" the soy sauce husky laughed heartlessly.

"Brother Ha, you say he's stupid or not. Soy sauce Samoyed also smiled.

"Are you really a god in the art world?" Soy Sauce Alaska skeptical.

The three dogs in the soy sauce world laughed at Lao Tian, and the soy sauce aunt smiled: "Man, you are blocking our way." Borrowed, borrowed, you know. If you don't understand, soy sauce Samoyed you come and tell him. ”

Soy sauce Samoyed blinked and said, "Good dogs don't get in the way!"

Old Sky: "-"

As if eating a fly, Old Sky was so angry that he couldn't speak. What a character he is, how can he endure being bullied by three soy sauce dogs. "Is it really that Lao Sky is a Buddha, he has no temper. "Old Sky waved his brush, and the ink splashed, and it swooped, and it shot at the soy sauce husky, the Samoyed, and Alaska.

The soy sauce aunt said unhappily: "It seems that there is something wrong with Lao Tian's head." Soy sauce Samoyed is understandable to the question, but he can't understand. IQ is really crushed by dogs!"

"You're finished! My old man swears to the sky that he will kill the soy sauce aunt today, so that you will never come back and be buried in the Tang La Kingdom!"

Anger is soaring, and the base qi of Lao Sky's body is drifting outward, and he wants to turn all the humiliation he has suffered today into resentment, and sprinkle it on the soy sauce aunt, no, there are also soy sauce huskies, Samoyeds, and Alaska. As for Bird Booth, hehe, it's the pet of the female bird/beast, and the female bird/beast has a father who is even more bird/beast, and she can't move it......

"Get out of the way!"

The soy sauce aunt was full of elegance, and the three major soy sauce dogs couldn't help but be stunned. Sure enough, he is a beautiful man who can play soy sauce with grace!

Confucianism is inspiring, and Confucianism is heroic. The soy sauce aunt is graceful, compared to the old man with a hideous face, it is as straight as cloud and mud.

The tip of the pen burst out a large amount of ink, and sprinkled it on the soy sauce aunt like a shower, and the old sky wanted to strike first.

The soy sauce aunt's left palm shook, booming, soft but domineering, swinging forward, repulsing the ink that Lao Sky had sprayed.

"Old Sky, you are a great god in the art world. My aunt has a little knowledge of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I am not very proficient in it, and my skills are rude. I preach to you today with my skill in painting. ”

The soy sauce aunt withdrew backwards and stood still. With a wave of his long sleeves, his righteous qi swept out, sweeping across the space within a radius of 100 zhang. A table emerges steeply, lined with pen, ink, paper, and inkstones. The soy sauce aunt sat on the floor, spread out the drawing paper, dipped it in the paint, and began to paint.

"Running waves, running ...... waves"

Birdbooth began to sing.

"I love you and hate you, ask you if you know ......"

Hearing the singing, Old Sky's heart was broken. "Stop singing. "Old Ski decided to kill the first.

At this time, Soy Sauce Husky, Soy Sauce Samoyed, Soy Sauce Alaska, etc., surrounded and formed a dog team with and Bird Booth. A group of soy sauce dogs barked, and the scene was spectacular. The sound of the dog barking reaches up to the sky, and the whole street can be heard.

The painting of the soy sauce aunt is finished!

I saw my aunt put away her paintbrush, opened her mouth and squirted out a mouthful of soy sauce and sprinkled it on the canvas. Brush snort, and the whole painting exudes a brilliant soy sauce light.

"Old Sky, your aunt-in-law meets friends with paintings. Come on, accept my challenge!" the soy sauce aunt waved his right hand, and the canvas on the table flew up, spinning towards the great god of painting.

The wind rises on the flat ground, the wind is strong, and the paintings of the soy sauce aunt are blowing.

"That's it!"

The old man of the painting world exclaimed. His eyes are shining, staring at the works of his aunt-in-law with soy sauce. In the painting, there is an old man lying on the grass, next to him kneeling a lot of handsome little fresh meat, they are either holding flowers in their hands, or holding a golden ou, or opening their eyes, or singing......

The soy sauce aunt is also a scheming boy, he knows that the enemy is a Ji Lao, so he does what he likes and draws a picture of Ji Lao's meal. Like Lao Sky, it's good to be like this!

Just as the soy sauce aunt thought, Daji Lao was attracted by the aunt's paintings, and he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.

"************, it's actually Ji Lao who bends his waist!"

The soy sauce aunt sighed.

With a twist of his body, he rushed out, "Drink!" said the soy sauce aunt. He held a dagger in his hand, one foot and two inches long, like a sheep's horn. "Old Ski, Old Ski, you died at the hands of your aunt, you are not wronged. ”

The soy sauce aunt stabbed Old Sky in the throat with a dagger.

"Hahaha!"

The big old man in the painting world suddenly laughed. The base is rippling, straight up, like a dragon and snake. "Auntie Soy Sauce, the depth of Old Sky is beyond the reach of a slut like you. ”

Collapse!

The great foundation of the painting world is forward. He stirred up the wind and clouds in all directions, and the base qi shook three hundred feet horizontally and blasted at the soy sauce aunt.

"Close!"

Lao Tian grabbed his left hand forward, he wanted to take away the soy sauce aunt's Ji Lao dining picture, although the other party was a despicable villain, the work was very good. "Old Sky wants to see the world through the eyes of an artist. ”。

Picking up the canvas hanging in the air, Lao Sky was proud. The soy sauce aunt was also swept away by the base qi he threw out.

Bang Long!

Old Sky grabbed the scroll and exploded, and the blast of energy almost killed Old Sky. Trembling and trembling, old Skiff trembling, being tricked! He was calculated by the soy sauce aunt. The whole painting is a conspiracy, and Lao Sky is in the whirlpool of conspiracy, unable to extricate himself.

Distance. The soy sauce aunt took a long time and said leisurely: "Painting friend, I have conceded." Auntie's old dining picture, are you satisfied?"

Old Sky was in rags, his hair was scorched, and his handsome old face had lost its former look, and no one could see the past style from him now.

"Soy sauce aunt!"

"Don't be so irritable, it's not good. ”

"Fakyu!"

Old Sky rose up and flew forward. Behind him dragged two wolf-like gases, "Aunt Soy Sauce, I have always been the one who plays others, you dare to slap me!"

Hoo!

Old Sky threw his huge paintbrush and stabbed it at the soy sauce aunt.

Looking at the brushes getting closer and closer, the soy sauce aunt walked lightly, and his elegant temperament was fully revealed. "Lao Tian, you are also a great god in the painting world, where is your cultivation. The uncultivated old man, ......" sighed, and the soy sauce aunt spun out. The aunt's horn dagger slammed into Old Sky's paintbrush.

"A man's rolling pin should be long, big, or thin! Of course, a man must also have connotation. ”

The soy sauce aunt laughed.

"Listen to your nonsense!"

Lao Sky grabbed the paintbrush that flew upside down, and his anger filled Xiong's mouth, and he had to send out. "Oath, old man's pen!" exclaimed Old Sky. He wiped the pen with his right hand, and the pen was shiny and shiny, as bright as a star.

Lao Sky's brush trembled, and the mysterious and complicated patterns hidden on the barrel of the pen appeared one after another, and the wind swirls gathered on the tip of the pen, like a child's cry, which made people's scalp tingle.

"Aunt Soy Sauce, it's you and me!"

Lao Sky clapped his hands and slammed them on both sides of the pen. Ji Lao's pen emitted a clear trill, and the air waves within a hundred steps around him burst out, like a tumbling sea.

"Annoyed and angry, don't make jokes. It's boring. ”

The soy sauce aunt's words were full of banter, but he was cautious. He raised his left arm and twisted it gently, and a large amount of soy sauce gathered and condensed into a vortex.

Holding the horn dagger tightly in his right hand, the soy sauce aunt stared coldly and locked on Lao Sky. "Fall, old ski!"

The pure black soy sauce vortex burst out, covering the square circle of a hundred zhang, and slamming down on the painting world below. At the same time, the figure of the soy sauce aunt flashed and shot out, and the horn dagger in his hand slashed at Old Sky's throat again.

Lao Sky shouted angrily, picked up the unsealed Ji Lao's pen, and swung it towards the soy sauce vortex. The black water burst out, sprinkled and washed down, and the sky rained soy sauce.

Silently, the soy sauce aunt approached the old god of the painting world like a ghost.

Swish!

An ink sword slashed from the bottom up and slashed at the soy sauce aunt.

"Huh?!"

The soy sauce aunt had to change his offensive and meet the ink sword with a dagger. With a cold groan, the black light skyrocketed, and the sword swirled and rolled, blasting away the soy sauce aunt.

Uncle Tang Shibia stood upright, pinched his orchid fingers, and said: "Aunt soy sauce, you are much more handsome than the soy sauce base, this imperial uncle likes you very much, cut the west window candles with me, and talk about life." ”

"Oh, oh, it's Uncle Huang!" said Old Sky.

"-"Soy sauce aunt." (To be continued.) )