Hooking, turning, splitting, blending......

At this time, Ye Xunhuan watched Mu Weiliang holding a warlock spirit pen, drawing a primary-level spirit rune called the Ice Arrow Talisman on a primary blank spirit rune, looking at Mu Weiliang's dancing pen tip, he unconsciously appeared in his mind with the names of various painting skills that matched it.

When Mu Weiliang finished drawing the last stroke, the spirit on this primary ice arrow spirit rune flashed, and the rune lines on it suddenly seemed to be alive, which made Mu Weiliang breathe a sigh of relief, you must know that with this rune paper, she has already spent dozens of such blank spirit runes.

Due to the fact that her cultivation was sealed, she could only inlay the magic crystal stone on the spirit pen, but this foreign magic element was extremely difficult to control, and it was even more consuming, but she was able to successfully draw the ice arrow talisman dozens of times, and I have to say that her talisman making skills are indeed very solid.

Ye Xunhuan took the drawn primary spirit rune and looked at it carefully, staring at Yi Mu Weiliang with burning eyes: "I take the liberty of asking, the mysterious power in your body should be deliberately sealed, right?"

Mu Weiliang smiled indifferently: "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with talisman making." ”

"Well, it's really not about talisman making, so can you teach me how to draw talismans now, you know, I don't know anything about talisman making, so it's better for you to hold my hand and teach me. Ye Xunhuan said seriously.

Mu Weiliang didn't hesitate too much after hearing Ye Xunhuan's words, and held her slender and boneless jade hand on the back of Ye Xunhuan's hand, which formed a sharp contrast with Ye Xunhuan's generous palm.

What follows is a soft and warm magical touch, the hands are touched, and the nose is full of a faint fragrance, this feeling is not ordinary cool.

When Mu Weiliang drove Ye Xunhuan's hand to move, she faintly looked forward to Ye Xunhuan being able to take advantage of herself further, so that the similar unfathomable feeling that this demon brought to her would completely collapse, and her heart lake could also be restored to calm, and she could embark on the journey of heart training again.

It's just destined to disappoint her, Ye Xunhuan didn't have any other irregular behavior, but after the first drawing, his expression became more inattentive than inattentive, and his facial features when he focused were as clear as a knife, with an indescribable temperament.

Suddenly, Mu Weiliang drove Ye Xunhuan to use too much force when drawing, and he scrapped this primary rune paper practice by mistake.

"Hey, can you please not get distracted while teaching me. Ye Xunhuan was very dissatisfied, he had just found a trace of feeling and immediately disappeared.

Mu Weiliang's eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about why she was distracted, she raised her eyes to look at Ye Xunhuan's collapsed handsome face, but she couldn't find that kind of temperament anymore.

"You can practice alone, I think I need to rest. Then, without waiting for Ye Xunhuan to answer, he walked straight out of the room.

Ye Xunhuan didn't care much about it, thinking about the drawing of these spirit runes, in his opinion, the various line turns and priorities of drawing spirit runes could be realized with some painting skills in his mind, just now he seemed to have caught something, but before he had time to reminisce, it came to an abrupt end because of Mu Weiliang's mistake.

I remember that in his previous life, he met a genius painter who said that when painting, you must first brew the idea of painting, engrave the things you want to paint in your mind, and when you feel it, you can do it in one go, and those painters who paint in several times paint the surface of the painting looks complete. But if you look closely, you can see the difference in level, and this is the gap in the meaning of painting, because people's inspiration is different every time.

Ye Xunhuan looked straight at the spirit rune array of the ice arrow talisman, and it was an hour at first glance. Suddenly, he moved, holding the Warlock's Pen on a blank piece of primary rune paper, looking like he was flowing without the slightest hindrance, and his expression seemed to be detached, and his eyes were nothing but the brush in front of him.

When the elemental light lit up, Ye Xunhuan woke up like a dream, and looking at the vivid spirit rune array in front of him, he was excited.

"Haha, Lao Tzu is a genius, a great genius. Ye Xunhuan laughed maniacally, as if he saw a wave of golden coins rolling towards him.

For several days in a row, Ye Xunhuan was immersed in the drawing of spirit runes, until he used up the more than two hundred primary blank spirit rune papers that he had painstakingly scavenged.

At this time, Ye Xunhuan looked at the dozens of successfully made spirit runes in front of him and smirked, although these were all elementary ice arrow spirit runes.

Although he successfully drew a warlock spirit rune at the beginning, it was mostly a fluke, after all, the drawing intention was not something that could be brewed casually.

But in the end, he succeeded in more than ten in succession, which was not lucky, but he found the trick to draw spirit runes, and believed that with time, he would be able to get rich just by selling warlock spirit runes.

The strange thing is that Mu Weiliang has been shrinking into the room like him for the past few days, and he doesn't know what he is doing

In fact, some people are inadvertent, Ye Xunhuan just thought of Mu Weiliang in his heart, and this woman came to him like a light smoke, her expression became more and more indifferent, but the confusion that occasionally flashed in the depths of her eyes always leaked out inadvertently.

"Alas, what do you believe in, it seems that you have met a demon, right?" Ye Xunhuan looked at Mu Weiliang for a while, and sighed with a sad face.

Mu Weiliang stared at Ye Xunhuan for a while and nodded, suddenly feeling that this demon was becoming more and more unfathomable, and his curiosity about him increased.

"Your demon is me. Ye Xunhuan asked.

Mu Weiliang nodded again, looking at Ye Xunhuan's eyes, he couldn't help but have a hint of expectation: "Since you guessed, do you know the way to crack it?"

If people know that the fairy of the Lost World Palace will be affected by a demon clan and produce a demon, I am afraid that it can blow the eyes of a large number of people, and if they know that the fairy they admire actually asked this demon how to crack the demon, I am afraid that they will collectively cry bitterly.

"There's a way to crack it, it's not that there's no way, you don't know the so-called broken and then established. Ye Xunhuan held his hands behind his back, with the image of a master.

Mu Weiliang shook his head, broke and then stood up, what a philosophical sentence, it seems that this demon really has some ability.

"Since the object of your heart is me, it is because you have become curious about me, since it is useless for you to force yourself, it is better to open your mind to understand me, it is best to be able to fall in love with me, and when your heart is completely fallen, I think you can be phoenix nirvana and be reborn from the fire. Ye Xunhuan said with a straight face.

His filthy mind can no longer be described as a fox, and although the fox is cunning, it is not as shameless as him.

"Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the fire, this is the so-called broken and then standing. Mu Weiliang's indifferent expression suddenly brightened, and she felt that she had found a new path.

Seeing Mu Weiliang's expression, Ye Xunhuan muttered in his heart: Doesn't this woman really believe it, could it be that Lao Tzu's first step in hunting the world starts with her!

At this moment, Alan suddenly ran over and said to Ye Xunhuan: "Young master, that human sorceress suddenly fainted. ”