"Where's the money?" Xiaoyangshan's Xiangma didn't talk nonsense, and a big man who seemed to have a ringing horse's head surrounded Zhuo Ting and the others with a group of people. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhuo Jie saw that his teammates were solemn and vigilant, and the two next to him even told themselves to be careful, but Zhuo Jie smiled disdainfully, just a ringing horse, all of them were lowly martial arts cultivators, how can they be the senior painters in the copying realm? A few people can draw a painting spirit casually, it is enough to kill the Quartet here, and they don't dare to play any tricks.

Zhuo Jie didn't think much about it at all, and a freehand landscape painting was thrown out in an extremely casual manner, revealing a confident posture and smile that was calm and chic and strategic.

Xiang Matou checked the paintings, and after confirming that there were a lot of them, he accepted the scroll.

For Zhuo Jie's confidence and heroism in making money first without even talking about chips, many people in the team feel that it is inappropriate, at least they have to see Zhuo Ya's talents first, right?

Thinking about it, everyone didn't say anything, Zhuo Jie is Zhuo Wei's henchman after all, and there are nominally two copying ninth-level people in the team, but in fact, everyone looks at him, and Zhuo Wei is also interested in exercising this potential Zhuo family descendant.

Seeing that Zhuo Jie was so confident, everyone thought that he was confident and strategic, but secretly praised him for his courage and courage, but unfortunately Zhuo Jie was dumbfounded the next moment, because after Xiangma received the money, he had no intention of letting him go.

At this time, everyone came back to their senses, this Zhuo Jie is confident, but he is just simply fiddling with a gentleman's posture to intoxicate himself! His routine may have been tried many times in Xuancheng, but he is really too naïve to play this routine with Xiangma.

Zhuo Jie was so angry at that time, only then did he know that he thought about everything too well, originally these outlaws had no faith to talk about, and showing a gentleman's temperament with them was no different from playing the piano to a cow, which was considered a failure.

When he saw the disappointed and slightly disdainful gaze of his teammates next to him, especially Zhuo Ting, Zhuo Jie's heart was like a knife, and now he has lost all the chips in the conversation, this is good, not to mention that the money is gone, and the people have not brought it back, face is one thing, the key is this 50 million, that is not a small amount, even if you raise it for a lifetime, you can't say if you can add to this pit.

"Er thief, dare to insult me and other Zhuo family leaders, looking for death!" Zhuo Jie also has skills in speaking, and he spreads the responsibility evenly in one sentence, and he was deducted a hat for no reason, although everyone is unhappy, they can only take out their drawing boards and brushes to prepare for the finishing touch.

Now that the conversation has failed, they can only fight hard, but fortunately, the Xiangma in Xiaoyang Mountain is basically a martial artist, but it is not difficult to deal with. There are a few freshly completed paintings on everyone's drawing boards, and it only takes a single stroke to summon the finishing touches.

The ten people summoned ten painting spirits without accident, and when they were about to make a move on the horses, they suddenly felt a strange fragrance attack, and the next moment, everyone's minds began to be chaotic, and for a while, they were unable to control the painting spirits! At this moment, even if they had the power to fight, they could not use it! They could only watch as the horses approached them with their big knives and a malicious smile.

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Feeling the trembling of the paper crane, Zhuo Wen knew that Zhuo Ya was already not far away, so he hurriedly accelerated the running speed of the white tiger and soon arrived at Xiaoyang Mountain.

"Huh?" Seeing that there seemed to be a fight in front of him, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but be curious, and when he got closer, he found that one of the two sides of the fight was actually a member of the Zhuo family!

Although Zhuo Wen of the Zhuo family doesn't know much, he still has an impression of a few of them, such as Zhuo Ting, who just met, Zhuo Jie, the dark horse of the last Three Clans Doutu Conference, and one or two middle-aged people with relatively old qualifications.

If he saw other people fighting, Zhuo Wen would definitely take a long detour to avoid it and try not to fall into the whirlpool, but when he saw that his clan was fighting, and he was still being suppressed and beaten, he couldn't care if he wanted to.

What makes Zhuo Wen feel strange is that although there are many people on the other side, they are not much stronger, why is the group of elites of the Zhuo family suppressed so embarrassed?

Although Zhuo Wen was puzzled, he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only drive the beast forward, intending to forcefully insert into the battle.

After receiving Zhuo Wen's rescue instructions, the Wind Sword Hao quickly stepped forward and cut in from behind the horses, and the sharp blades danced like a wind, and quickly killed three or two small horses, which immediately attracted the attention of the other horses.

"How dare you go against our heroes in Xiaoyangshan? Seek death! The brothers chopped him for me!" The ringing horse leader shouted angrily, and at this moment he had to divide a small half of the people to deal with Zhuo Wen.

The reduction of the besieged personnel suddenly reduced the pressure on the Zhuo family's painter lineup, although a few people were injured, they still maintained a point or two of fighting, and they could fight with the surrounding horses for more than ten rounds.

Seeing Zhuo Wen's figure, Zhuo Ting, who originally had a look of despair, couldn't help but light up her eyes, she never thought that she was so eager for Zhuo Wen's figure to appear, and suddenly, Zhuo Wen's tall and reliable image stood up again in Zhuo Ting's heart.

And seeing Zhuo Wen's appearance like a savior, all the Zhuo family painters bowed their heads in shame, especially the few painters who had beaten Zhuo Wen just now, and they were even more embarrassed at this moment.

A person dares to face dozens of ringing horses, if this is considered timid, then there is no bold person in the world.

Zhuo Jie is also embarrassed, because he just talked about what people need to go through hardships to grow, what Zhuo Wen is still young, what can grow into an iron warrior like him as long as he can overcome the fear in his heart, now, the steel warrior was beaten to an embarrassment, but in the end he still needs to rely on Zhuo Wen, a young boy to rescue, when he thinks of this, he feels a little embarrassed.

"Boss, he's also a painter, don't hesitate, use 'Lost Incense'!" After fighting for a while, more and more people died in the ringing horse lineup, and the ringing horses who had learned the lesson finally found that there was a strange flying painting spirit constantly attacking and killing themselves and others behind their backs, and they couldn't help but be terrified.

"Damn, this thing is less than one use...... Forget it, let's use it!" Xiangma's head hurt a little, but it was not a way for the brothers to die like this, he didn't have time to think about why Zhuo Wen had two painting spirits, so he hurriedly took out a paper bag, covered his nose and blew out the powder in the paper bag in Zhuo Wen's direction.

Seeing that Xiangma was planning to repeat her old tricks, although Zhuo Ting felt tired, she still tried her best to shout to Zhuo Wen: "Cover your nose quickly, don't smell that fragrance!"

It's a pity that the incident happened suddenly, and I couldn't wait for Zhuo Wen's reaction.

I felt a strange fragrance permeating the tip of his nose, Zhuo Wen didn't feel any discomfort before, but the next moment, he only felt that his pupils trembled, his head was heavy, his thoughts suddenly became chaotic, and the whole person looked extremely anxious.

"Hahaha, the lost incense of our family boss is specially used to deal with you unbeatable painters, although it is not poisonous, but it can affect people's concentration, and any painter in the similar situation will be confused and unable to completely manipulate the painting spirit when he takes a breath, for the painter, this is a deadly poison, boy, take your life!"

"This kid is finished. Zhuo Jie saw that Zhuo Wen was still tricked after all, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart, after all, Zhuo Wen is now their last straw, if even he is in trouble, it is just one more dead man.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the imaginary picture of Zhuo Wen being hacked to death did not appear, but the Xiangma who appeared in front of Zhuo Wen and planned to kill him hit the ground directly...

A pillar of blood suddenly erupted from the broken neck, and the head of the ringing horse that fell from the air still maintained an excited expression, as if it didn't even know that it was dead...

Bones... Although the sound of his head falling to the ground and rolling was subtle, it was undoubtedly thunderous in the ears of everyone around him...

At this moment, Xiang Ma Qun was stunned, the Zhuo family's painter lineup was also full of disbelief, Zhuo Wen could actually ignore the Lost Incense?

Zhuo Wen covered his face with one hand, gritted his teeth, and faced those hairy horses, but he laughed wildly, hehe, is the strange fragrance that affects concentration and chaotic thinking? That's right... It's really affecting me, but unfortunately, you can't imagine it, my mosquitoes don't need my control at all, you just affect my control of the red-eyed white tiger!

"How is this possible!This kid is not even affected by the Lost Incense!" Seeing this incredible situation, a panic suddenly erupted in the crowd. If the Lost Incense didn't have an effect on Zhuo Wen, then their martial arts body would be a chopping block meat to Zhuo Wen!

"There are a lot of indiscriminate methods? Things are very expensive, right? No wonder you can force these elite painters of my Zhuo family to such an embarrassing situation, but when you meet me, even if you are unlucky, let me die." Zhuo Wen smiled and took a step forward with difficulty to control the white tiger under his crotch.

At this moment, although Zhuo Wen had an uncomfortable look on his face, he smiled deeply, and everyone only felt that his harmless and delicate face turned black at this moment as if he was a bloodthirsty demon from hell.

At the moment, even if Xiang Ma Touzi boasts of having a good martial arts cultivation, he still feels under heavy pressure, after all, to fight the painter's painting spirit with his body, it requires not only strength, but also courage! After all, the one who fights with you is the painting spirit who is not afraid of pain and death! Moreover, he also came back to his senses, he found that Zhuo Wen actually had two painting spirits, and a surprised thought couldn't help but come to his mind.

Single-minded, two-minded, this kid is a great painter who resembles the scene!? (To be continued.) )