The secret room here is actually made of bluestone, and the light emitted by the painting pen in the distance illuminates the small space, and several cracks in the walls are covered with emerald green moss. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Cheng's steps, who were rushing forward, paused abruptly, and he was surprised to find that the faint human form had moved at the moment when he was about to approach!

I saw that the faint humanoid eyes floating in the air opened in vain, and the empty eyes locked on Zhang Cheng, and then the body grew at a speed that could be discerned by the naked eye.

"Uncle Liu......"

At the same time, Liu Dazhu also discovered heresy, and his heart was also full of doubts, he had also tried to paint spiritual brushes in the past, but he had never noticed anything unusual, could it be that the spiritual consciousness left by the ancestor was offensive to outsiders?

Liu Dazhu thought so, and was just about to speak, but he was surprised to find that the ancestor's wisp of spiritual sense rushed towards Zhang Cheng strangely, and he was so shocked that he shouted at a loss: "Little Brother Zhang......"

The faint human form appeared in front of Zhang Cheng like a bolt of lightning, but it did not cause harm to him, but wandered around Zhang Cheng, sometimes sniffing Zhang Cheng's body, sometimes rolling in the air, and finally disappeared abruptly in this world.

After the faint humanoid disappeared, Zhang Cheng, who was on the spot, exhaled at this time, he really didn't dare to make a move before, so he could only tighten his face and stare at the faint humanoid move without moving.

But then again, Zhang Cheng wanted to figure out why the faint human form made him feel familiar, this feeling was so intimate, as if they were twin brothers.

Of course, after the faint human form disappeared, I don't know why, but Zhang Cheng felt a trace of melancholy. "Uncle Liu, I'm fine. He turned around and said that it had been too sudden.

Liu Dazhu nodded, watched Zhang Cheng take a few steps forward, and continued to walk towards the bluestone table, after the humanoid rushed over, the floating spirit pen also fell to the table, and suddenly lost its dead brilliance.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng approached the table, and after stepping over the steps, he did not immediately take the painting spirit brush, but pondered it for a long time.

Seeing this, Liu Dazhu didn't say anything, and then walked towards the bluestone steps. "What's the problem?"

Zhang Cheng replied: "No, I just don't know why, I have a sense of familiarity with this spiritual brush." ”

As soon as these words came out, Liu Dazhu obviously didn't believe it, what Zhang Cheng said really surprised him, it stands to reason that Brother Zhang is a person who definitely won't say some big things and talk nonsense, but why did he say that?

Liu Dazhu thought about it like this, fell into deep thought, he didn't urge Zhang Cheng to take off the painting spirit pen as soon as possible, this time Zhang Cheng just tried to get the painting spirit pen, after all, this pen weighs 100,000 catties, where can ordinary people hold it?

Suddenly, Zhang Cheng moved, and grabbed the spirit pen on the table with his big hand.

Liu Dazhu held his breath and stared, lest he miss this wonderful process, he still had a fluke mentality.

Zhang Cheng's actions seemed to be easy to obtain the painting spirit brush, but he suddenly stopped, and he really couldn't understand why he felt so kind to the faint human form and the painting spirit brush that the wisp of spiritual consciousness had turned into. "That's it!"

He shook off the distractions in his mind and grabbed the drawing pen. Immediately, the spirit pen was really easily held in his hand, and then danced a few times, this spirit pen was very light, but it did not weigh 100,000 catties as Uncle Liu said before.

The bluestone countertop has no painting brush, but a small groove protrudes from the countertop.

Zhang Cheng turned his head and weighed the painting spirit pen in his hand, and then asked Liu Dazhu, who didn't know why he was stunned, "Uncle Liu, this painting spirit pen is not as heavy as you said, at most it is only half a catty." ”

Liu Dazhu was relieved, but he still didn't get out of the shock, he had been mentally prepared before, but Brother Zhang was so easy that he took off the spirit pen without effort, how could this not shock him?

Maybe it was after the disappearance of the ancestral spiritual consciousness that the painting spirit brush became lighter, it must be like this, it must be like this!

Liu Dazhu told himself this in his heart more than once or twice, he found a reason for himself, although this reason was too far-fetched, but it was still reasonable.

Thinking of this, he said, "What a surprise to me, you actually took off the spirit pen, but this pen weighs only half a catty? Let me try it." ”

"Please!" Zhang Chengdao.

Liu Dazhu took a deep breath, and then suddenly opened his big hand to Zhang Cheng and grabbed it, when he first touched the painting spirit pen, he found that he couldn't hold the pen at all, he didn't believe in evil at this moment, changed his posture several times, but still couldn't get the painting spirit pen, and even couldn't move the spirit brush, and finally had to give up.

"Brother Zhang, how did you do it? I saw that you easily took off the spirit brush, or did you say that your Emperor Ball master was related to the ancestor? But this is impossible!" Liu Dazhu thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out the reason, he didn't think that he was just unintentional, just let Brother Zhang try to get the spirit brush, and he really got the spirit brush, it's really incredible.

Zhang Cheng was also surprised, he hurriedly observed the painting spirit pen, but still did not find heresy, but he could easily hold the animation spirit pen, but Uncle Liu couldn't, it was too incredible.