The power bank flew faintly, and stayed on Zhuo Feng's left face, in front of Zhuo Feng, his hind feet were cocked, and his buttocks rubbed against his face, a triumphant underbeaten look. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

How could Zhuo Feng be willing to be sucked by the power bank, he was about to reach out and shoot the mosquito to death, but Ahri was one step ahead of him, stretched out his hand to twist two volleys of fallen leaves, and shot towards him with his bare hands, and saw that the originally thin and brittle fallen leaves seemed to have become two sharp blades in Ahri's hands, and suddenly passed through Zhuo Feng's arm, and actually broke Zhuo Feng's tendons! Zhuo Feng's painful voice resounded through the deep forest, and his hands suddenly hung down, and he could no longer move, so he could only be obediently sucked blood.

"Zhuo Wen! Zhuo Wen, you can't die well! I just become a ghost, and I want to haunt you!" Feeling that his body was getting weaker and colder, Zhuo Feng knew that he had been killed at least three or two catties of blood, so miserable that he couldn't even shed blood from the wound, but fortunately, he was a painter, and his physical fitness was better than that of mortals.

Although Zhuo Feng has a high level, but losing so much blood, it is inevitable that there is a sense of emptiness as if his body has been hollowed out, and he has no time to complain about how this little mosquito has such a big appetite, Zhuo Feng already has a feeling of jumping up and down, after all, this kind of insult is too unbearable, if you want to kill it, why torture people so much?

"With your level as a painter, to put it mildly, you're not qualified to turn into a ghost. Zhuo Wen smiled, he has seen a lot of ghosts with his own eyes, and he has more or less understood the law of this, leaving the soul after death, that is at least something that the Likeness Realm is qualified to do, when ordinary people die, the soul will immediately dissipate, and the copy may be able to stay for a few minutes, but it can't help the oppression and destruction of the Heavenly Dao, the Likeness Realm can stay for a few days, but it will soon dissipate, which can be seen from the Ji Granny of the World, if it weren't for Ahri to nourish her with spiritual temperature every few days, I'm afraid she would have been wiped out long ago.

Suddenly thinking of Granny Ji, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, although he didn't have a deep relationship with her old man, but after all, he had been together for a while, not to mention anything else, just because she had been with Ahri for at least sixty or seventy years, and he had to help her fulfill her last wish, but on the first day he came back, he fell into the love of his children, and he forgot what her old man had explained. But it's okay, it's the same to go back and do it when the current matter is settled.

After a full meal from Zhuo Feng, the power bank flew to Liang Si leisurely.

Feeling a steady stream of surging painting talents, Liang Si's face looked a little better, and his pen movements became more fluent, and soon, another "Bird Dance" was drawn, and a lifelike finch spirit flew up from the spontaneously combustible rice paper.

Different from her previous finch spirit, this finch is thin and tall, sharp appearance, just born, accompanied by black thunder and lightning around the body, although small, but it looks like a sense of power eruption posture, originally, the painting of the finch spirit this small painting spirit needs to be accompanied by a gossamer drawing, especially the ancient gossamer is better, this is enough to outline its details and reflect the roundness and delicacy of the finch, but this time Liang Si's brushwork has almost no shadow of the gossamer, the whole process is actually used "minus strokes" This represents the wildness and power of the brushwork!

The effect of such a huge contrast is just eye-catching, Liang Sizhi's technique, unrestrained, bold and innovative without border restrictions, but also reflects the endless theme of painting. Moreover, not only the use of brushwork, but also the brand-new sparrow spirit she painted also amazed Zhuo Wen, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "The sparrow with thunder and lightning... Could this be the 'Thunder Sparrow' in the Beast Realm that belongs to the branch of the Eight Kings Suzaku Clan?"

If the red-eyed white tiger is a natural land powerhouse, then the thunderbird is also a natural air overlord, this kind of little guy takes cloud thunder as a nest, feeds on thunder and lightning, and is born with the ability to control thunder and lightning.

Zhuo Wen couldn't help but smack his tongue, it seems that Liang Si has not been idle in his spare time, just like herself, she is also a "painting maniac" who is obsessed with painting? Zhuo Wen can be sure that this is definitely Liang Si's latest mastery of painting, because he has never seen her use it before. It's just that the new painting can be painted so brilliantly and wonderfully on the paper, not so much that this girl is amazingly talented, but that she has worked hard behind her back, right?

Zhuo Wen thought, this may have a lot to do with the inheritance of only painting from Ran Sheng, because he had heard Liang Si say that her only painting realm can be actively opened, in that state, she has no distracting thoughts, only how to perfect the idea of painting, in short, when painting, devote yourself to it, and the painting process will not be affected by any external influence, so that the quality of the painting will be much higher than usual, in other words, the upgrade is faster!

Today's Liang Si is already in the middle of the fifth level of copying, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, this is already a level beyond most of her peers, almost three points better than Zhuo Ze back then, if she can maintain such efficiency, I am afraid that ten or five years later, it is not impossible for Zhuo Ze to be pressed to several levels or even a realm, so it can be seen that the power of the Tao of Painting is visible.

Of course, the side effects of painting are also obvious, because she is so distracted that sometimes she may ignore safety or feel paralyzed by dangerous information, for example, when she is painting, there is a sudden earthquake, and others are scrambling to escape, she may be slow for a second or two before she comes back to her senses!

This kind of shortcoming can sometimes be fatal for on-the-spot combat, once it is opened, either you die or I die, so if it is not necessary, this ability Liang Si rarely opens, even when dealing with the blood leopard before, she only used the incidental skill of the painting realm and did not fully open it, only when she is alone to practice will she enter this "hang-up" state without distraction.

Seeing that he was locked by such a strange sparrow, Zhuo Feng suddenly had no thoughts, and wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself in order to be happy, with Liang Si's hatred for him, Zhuo Feng definitely had reason to believe that she would let himself die a miserable and painful death. It's a pity that Liang Si didn't give him a chance to be happy, with a guide from his hands, the thunder sparrow was as fast as lightning, and in the sharp short beak, he bit a thunder-colored thunderbolt, although he knew that it was a special effect, but it was still creepy.

"Bang..."The weak body fell in a pool of blood, Zhuo Feng's eyes were round, and he felt that at that moment, his chest seemed to be pierced by a tall poplar, and the pain was almost indescribable, although it was a one-hit kill, but it was not difficult to see from his dead expression: he may not even know that he is dead!

As soon as the blow fell, the thunder sparrow disappeared, and Huicai was drained to the ground in an instant, Liang Si suddenly crumbled like a heart-warming Xizi who supported the wind and weak willows, Zhuo Wen hurriedly reached out and grabbed it in her lotus arm, giving her a supporting force. Liang Si shook his head, signaling that he was fine.

Right now, not only Zhuo Feng's business, Zhuo Wen also has his own gains, that is, the skateboarding shoes he wants... It was he who wanted the Beastmaster's Blood Bead.

Looking at the blood beads in his hand that were more crystal clear than he had seen before, Zhuo Wen couldn't help sighing, and couldn't help but recall that when he summoned Long Aotian for the first time half a year ago, he took it to the wild for trial, when Long Aotian sucked the sika deer, the blood beads he spit out were only the size of mung beans, and there were many potholes on the surface, rough and tight, used to enter the ink and color, and the effect was also mediocre, where is there a smooth and smooth like the current elixir?

Zhuo Wen couldn't help but look forward to the color and quality of this wolf king ink ingot after it was made, but before that, he had to find an "ink refiner" who had attainments in the field of ink making.

Of course, it's not just blood, once the monster reaches the level of the beastmaster, it can be said that the whole body is full of treasures, bones can be made into pen barrels, hair can be made into pens, and even skin, through some special techniques, can also be made into "beast paper", using beast paper to summon painting spirits, there will be additional power bonuses. Therefore, after Zhuo Wen absorbed the soul of the werewolf king with the merit book, he unceremoniously laughed at the werewolf king's corpse.

However, just as Zhuo Wen was about to send the corpse into his landscape freehand painting, he saw a strange thing on the werewolf king's body with a sharp eye. (To be continued.) )