One stroke of painting, the flying fairy panda only taught this kind of painting method and did not actually demonstrate it, only drew a phantom Zhan Qingyu and a bamboo.

Bamboo didn't have any special significance to Zhan Qingyu, it was just a copying obstacle set up to practice the soul painting stunt, but his ontological phantom gave him a different shock.

It's like a person looking in a mirror, and all the advantages and disadvantages can be seen at a glance. There is nowhere to hide if you want to, and everything that can be revealed is completely exposed.

Others can't see Zhan Qingyu, but they can see that he knows his appearance and figure, but he has never seen another self so truly and closely. In the Tai Chi space, the phantom of Zhan Qingyu, who had already disappeared from his figure, suddenly appeared beside the Yin Yang Holy Bear, his eyes flickering slightly, as if there was an unyielding light.

The Yin Yang Sacred Bear opened his eyes, this was his Dao method, of course he could feel these abnormal movements. As soon as Zhan Qingyu's phantom was revealed, the panda flying immortal smiled. He saw the location of Zhan Qingyu through the phantom of Zhan Qingyu, a place that he didn't dare to make.

If the doppelganger is returned to the body, the panda is not afraid of the majesty of the walker, but this is just one of his clones, and he will never be able to resist the coercion of the walker. Therefore, the panda flying immortal trembled and carefully shuttled forward along Zhan Qingyu's spirit, but when he could see Zhan Qingyu and Ma Liang, he was attracted by the carvings and calligraphy and paintings in the corridor.

"Is this a scholar of literature and Taoism?" the Yin Yang Holy Bear was overjoyed in his heart, and quietly dispersed a trace of divine thoughts to steal the mystery in the calligraphy and painting.

"This point is so expressive, if I can have this brushwork, my painting skills will be a big leap. "The Yin Yang Holy Bear Divine Soul has just come into contact with this calligraphy and painting, but it has been completely cut off by a crushing force.

In an instant, this painting and calligraphy was gone, and the panda knew that it was covered up by the practitioner with the supreme Dao method, and the practitioner did not let him see it.

"That's it!" the Flying Immortal Panda knew what to do, and carefully put his spirit on Zhan Qingyu and Ma Liang.

This attention was another burst of shock: "This is the fate of guarding the nine heavens, this time it is miserable"

Before the panda had time to think about it, Zhan Qingyu and Ma Liang's written test had already begun. For a while, the pen went over the clouds and rain, setting off a monstrous wave in the small space controlled by Ma Liang.

I have to say that Ma Liang's magic pen technique is unprecedented, not only rare in Chinese history, but also unique in thousands of law realms.

With a light stroke, a gust of wind rushed towards him, and Zhan Qingyu hurriedly resisted with the power of Tai Chi, but the power of Ma Liang's magic pen far exceeded the range estimated by Zhan Qingyu.

The strong Gangfeng followed Zhan Qingyu's divine thoughts, and the divine thoughts of the panda flying immortals were almost disturbed, but fortunately, Qingqiu's resignation was full of blue light, and a burst of brilliance broke this Gangfeng. The wind in the void disappeared, and Ma Liang was shocked with a light stroke, and the Tai Chi space was also churning.

"It is rumored in Chinese history that Ma Liang, the magic pen, once killed the evil dragon of the Yellow River with one stroke, and it seems that this is true. I can resist dangerously and dangerously with all the exercises of the seventh order, and there is no certainty in this battle. ”

"Gangfeng Soul Devourer?" The martial idiot on the Taiji diagram realized that something was wrong, but when he saw the Panda Flying Immortal silently on the side, he also seemed to sense something. Under the spell of the panda, the martial idiot finally entangled the panda's soul and saw the embarrassed Zhan Qingyu with the endless eye.

"Jiuxiao, it's your turn!" Ma Liang gently held the paintbrush in his hand and said softly and simply.

"Thank you seniors for your mercy!" Zhan Qingyu bowed his head respectfully, although Ma Liang was guarding only the divine soul, he definitely surpassed the strength of the five major sects of the Xuan Netherworld and even the phoenix-tailed spirit bird.

Calling a senior is not to belittle himself, on the contrary, Zhan Qingyu has found a suitable reason for himself. The Yin and Yang Holy Lord showed the magnificent and vast world of China through the Heavenly Machine Dao Diagram, and he himself vowed to protect the hundreds of millions of descendants of Yan and Huang who would benefit Huaxia for the benefit of Great China.

Therefore, this senior call is just right. Ma Liang's expression was natural, without a trace of deliberateness at all. Whether it is a senior or a junior, only after passing his level can he take away the body of this magic pen.

Zhan Qingyuwu carried Ma Liang's stroke, but he was lucky just now, but he was worried again.

"What is this painting?" Zhan Qingyu was stunned: "Painting my own body? impossible, it's definitely a joke." ”

It was a joke that he had just come into contact with peerless painting skills and had to draw something that only a panda master could draw, and it was an idea that completely despised the geniuses of the Dharma Realm.

Genius?

Zhan Qingyu smiled slightly in her heart: "No, it's not a joke. What about genius? I have to step on genius to show my majesty. ”

"Hum!" The word "qi" in the Tai Chi space emitted a gray energy, and a deeper thought came from the dark world in the distant Tai Chi mirror.

"One way of anger, the true meaning is between the hands"

"The true meaning of qi?" Zhan Qingyu closed his eyes slightly, opened them again, and raised the brush in his hand that was already glowing with blue light when the corners of his mouth rose.

"Poof!"

Zhan Qingyu drew a vague shadow, and the panda flying immortal was stunned for a moment, and almost fell, and hurriedly used spiritual power to stabilize his body.

"Panda, is this your painting skill?" asked the martial idiot.

"Uh-huh!" Panda Feixian responded casually, concentrating on watching Zhan Qingyu paint.

Wu Idiot glanced at the panda a few times, and wondered in his heart, it was like a big mountain, you must know that Wendao Gongfa is a talent that pays attention to it, and without talent, it will never be possible to stand on the side of Wendao.

Unlike martial arts, as long as you practice a lot, you can always improve, even if you can't fly up to defend yourself and continue your life, you can always do a little. Wendao is completely different, it requires specific conditions and comprehension. Either extremely kind, or extremely emotional, or extremely loving poetry and songs, etc.

Zhan Qingyu drew a woman in purple clothes, her face blurred, and her body seemed to collapse in an instant.

"Give me Ning!"

Zhan Qingyu drew another stroke, and a strong Qingqiu Cifu power poured into the purple-clothed portrait along the pen, and the portrait gradually became real. The eyebrows, nose and mouth are three points similar to Yun Ziyi, if you don't pay attention, they really look similar at first glance.

"Good understanding!" Ma Liang smiled innocently: "Take my second stroke!

The magic pen was raised again, still so soft and pure, and the small piece of void controlled by him was like an infinite canvas. The brilliance of the stars came from the endless subtleties, and the stars were the size of needle-like tips around the blue jade.

In an instant, Zhan Qingyu only felt the endless power of the stars attracting him, and these forces were as uncomfortable as wanting to completely crush him.

No way!

Zhan Qingyu was ruthless, determined to fight against Ma Liang's trick, but the severe pain made him almost faint.

Countless forces of attraction lifted him up, and he was evenly torn in the air by the power of countless stars. The silk threads on the clothes were torn off one by one, and one by one, and finally torn into the tiniest particles and integrated into the power of the stars.