Xiao Mengxuan: "......"

Tai Shi Fu: "......"

Shouldn't Lin Zong's little rookie be carried out bloodily? Shouldn't Tang Rou be crying on the side? Shouldn't Xiao Jing come out with his hands on his hips, taking tiger steps, and with a proud face?

The contest between the great god and the rookie, shouldn't the result be like this?

In particular, why is the picture in front of them a hundred and eight thousand miles away from what they imagined?

"Brother, this is ......"

Xiao Jing finally came back to his senses and blinked vigorously.

"I lost. Xiao Jing smiled, understated, and looked down on winning and losing.

Yes......

Xiao Jing, unexpectedly ...... Lose, lose, lose...... Finish?

How can it be?!!

Xiao Mengxuan and Tai Shifu suddenly thundered like five thunders, and they couldn't move there, only to feel that the sky was spinning for a while, and the whole world was gray.

The corners of Tai Shifu's mouth twitched violently.

Damn it!

Twenty thousand gold coins!

He suddenly lost control, and actually grabbed Xiao Jing's arms, his face was not only pale, but also distorted, ugly, hideous and terrifying: "Xiao Jing, aren't you the great god of this Douluo Field, how could you lose to Lin Zong, a little rookie?"

"You let go!"

Xiao Jing glanced at Tai Shifu coldly, with a look of disgust.

Tai Shifu's body trembled, and then he suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly let go of Xiao Jing's arm, took two steps back, swallowed his saliva, and looked at Xiao Jing eagerly: "Brother Xiao Jing, you are joking with me, right? Yes, you must be joking with me, it must be." ”

"You can go to the third arena of the Martial Qi Realm by yourself and check the situation of my martial arts competition with Lin Zong, I have just finished the martial arts competition with Lin Zong, it is easy to find out. ”

Xiao Jing shook his head, paused and said: "By the way, the bet of 20,000 gold coins, I am a witness, you must give it to Lin Zong, and you are not allowed to repay the debt." ”

Poof!

Tai Shifu sat on the ground with his buttocks, his face was like ashes, and his heart was simply shattered into pieces.

Twenty thousand gold coins, he just said it casually at the beginning, because he didn't believe that Lin Zong would win at all.

Although his family background is good, it is impossible for the family to give him 20,000 gold coins for pocket money, and he still has to make up for 20,000 gold coins.

Lin Zong and Tang Rou glanced at each other, and the faces of the two of them were full of joy that could not be concealed, a full 20,000 gold coins, tsk......

"Brother, I want to talk to you alone. Xiao Mengxuan was really shocked and annoyed at this moment, and said to Xiao Jing.

"Good. ”

Xiao Jing shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

The two came to a corner, Xiao Mengxuan's face was covered with frost, and he asked, "Brother, you tell me the truth, are you releasing water and deliberately letting Tai Shifu lose 20,000 gold coins to that little rookie?"

"Rookie ......"

Xiao Jing shook his head a little helplessly, Ten Thousand Sword Sect, it's really a strange Sword Sect, he is obviously a great god, but the disciples all call him a rookie.

He exhaled lightly, and Zhengse said: "Xuan'er, how can you fall in love with that Tai Shi Fu, that Tai Shi Fu, don't you have a marriage contract with Tang Rou? ”

"Tang Rou and Lin Zong's little rookie are all the way, how can she be worthy of Tai Shi Fu? Tai Shi Fu has a good looks, a good background, and is good to me, why can't I fight him over? What's wrong with the marriage contract, they haven't gotten married yet, the two haven't even touched each other, what kind of marriage contract is this?" Xiao Mengxuan snorted and said.

Such a marriage contract is indeed meaningless and can be annulled at any time. ”

Xiao Jing nodded and said, "I don't object to you fighting for what you want, but, if you fight for a Taishi Fu, haven't you woken up yet......?"

"Brother, I don't think we can have a pleasant conversation. ”

Xiao Mengxuan twisted his buttocks suddenly, and the diameter left.

Xiao Jing looked at Xiao Mengxuan's departing figure, opened his mouth, and could only smile helplessly, this sister is getting more and more beautiful the longer she gets, but the longer she gets, the more confused she becomes.

......

As the days passed, Lin Zong's life temporarily returned to calm, and every day was painting, practicing, instructing Tang Rou to cultivate, and then visiting Fu Bo once.

"The sword is ...... as you like"

The young man held a pen in his hand and slowly clicked on the paper, looking extremely focused.

Every time he painted, the boy felt that he was the real god in this world.

He paints day after day, and now his painting level is indeed good, and every stroke falls, he is sure and confident.

"The heart ...... at will"

He completely imagined the pen in his hand as a sword, a sword that defeated his opponent.

Because the face of the girl in white is blank, every time he paints, the boy is used to painting from the bottom up, and only then does he paint her face.

The face part can only be imagined out of thin air.

His wrist moved slowly, the pen dipped in ink, and slowly moved on the paper, as if flowing water, a moment of effort, a pair of perfectly lined calves, is jumping into the flowers.

The legs were crossed, and it was already vaguely visible that it was a pair of dancing calves.

"When the sword is released, the tip of the sword is the focus point, and the power is concentrated on the tip of the sword, which is the best sword, which can penetrate hard objects......"

"When the sword is moved, the sword edge is the focus point, and the strength is concentrated on the sword edge, which is the best sword movement, and the iron can be sharpened like clay ......"

These days, under the continuous painting, the young man has a more detailed understanding of the sword.

The white skirt with the skirt gently fluttering, the slender waist that is uncontrollable, the twin peaks standing tall, the delicate and gentle fragrant shoulders, and the green silk flying in the wind.

Every time he looked at the girl in white, with a perfect posture, gradually presented in his pen, the young man was full of joy in his heart, feeling that the girl in white was close to him.

"Mind ...... God"

The pen in his hand paused slightly, and he looked at the paper, there was only a painting left on his face, and there was a brief blank in the young man's mind, just like the blank paper left for the face part.

"Alas......"

He sighed lightly: "I don't know when I will be able to see the face of the girl in white and make my sword movement more perfect." ”

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking nonsense, and raised his pen and slowly fell: "God follows the realm......"

Half an hour later, the painting was finished.

Among the flowers, a girl in white danced vividly, as if she was about to jump out of the paper.

Looking at it, the young man smiled bitterly: "What I painted is actually Tang Rou's ......"

During this time, he had the most contact with Tang Rou, so he always painted to the end, and unconsciously painted Tang Rou.

"Since I am painting Tang Rou, it means that what I am thinking in my heart at this moment is Tang Rou, and since what I am thinking about is her, then I will simply look for her. ”

Storing the painting in a wooden box, the boy went out.