"How terrible is the fate of deliberately framing you?" Cui Lao Wei looked at Ling Huan in shock, feeling that his brain stock was not enough. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoHow to prove,Originally, your chess pieces were fake.,Is it really the soul power?,It's just a fantasy.。

But he still loosened his restraints on Elder Yin according to his words, he took down Elder Yin, originally to sell his favor to Ling Huan, after all, young boys have a good face, before in the shipyard, Ling Huan had suffered enough from Elder Yin, and the mood of revenge should be very strong.

But he also knew that Ling Huan asked him to stop, not only for himself, but also for the safety of the three Cui sisters and brothers.

It is impossible for Ling Huan to stay on the Holy Island forever, let alone be with the three sisters and brothers of the Cui family, so it will be the best choice to entrust these three to Cui Lao Wei for the time being.

If the three sisters and brothers of the Cui family are left by Cui Laowei's side, then Cui Laowei will not be too stiff with the forces of Xuanjiao, otherwise, the three sisters and brothers of the Cui family will also be uneasy. Therefore, Ling Huan immediately spoke, preventing Old Monster Cui from killing Elder Yin.

"Not bad. Ling Huan nodded heavily, answering Cui Laowei's question. Turning to Elder Yin, he sighed heavily, shook his head slightly, and said slowly: "Elder Yin, why do you bother, Brother Remnant Yang has his own way to prove his strength, so why do you bother."

"Besides, if you want to find an excuse to save face for Brother Remnant Yang, you can use other methods, such as teaching him how to play chess on the spot, and for example, if you have a stomachache, let him accompany you.

"But you don't use a lot of good ideas, but you just say that I cheat, well, I'll prove it to everyone to see if this chess piece is really transformed by soul power. ”

When he said this, he suddenly showed his white teeth, and said word by word: "Silent clouds and rain are the way of chess art, and the chess of soul power, explode-"

Everyone was reminiscing about this half-rhymed seven-character poem, and they felt that it was exquisite, and the essence of the way of chess was exhausted, but suddenly there was a muffled sound of "bang", followed by Elder Yin's suppressed scream, and they couldn't help but look at it in surprise.

I saw that Elder Yin's hands holding chess were already bloody and blurry, and the clothes and flesh on his chest were also full of holes and blood. And between Elder Yin's fingers, a large number of black dots floated towards Ling Huan, and Ling Huan absorbed them all.

Everyone couldn't help but be moved. Those sunspots are really transformed by soul power, but Ling Huan is just a little soul student, how can it be, this is the ability to chase souls and take lives, how can he do it. Demons, simply demons.

"Su Su ......" Leng Remnant Yang was startled, and hurriedly sent out a soft force, helping Elder Yin to heal his wounds, while untying off the pure white gown, revealing a still white outfit, draped the gown over her body, covering a large area of skin, from beginning to end, he was a gentleman who did not squint.

Elder Yin looked at Leng Wanyang, his face became more and more pale, his face was like ashes, and tears poured down, he endured humiliation, and the silence was terrifying. After being silent for a long time, she bit her lip and turned to Ling Huan, her eyes were complicated to the extreme, and her tears were more urgent, but she didn't break out, let alone hide her face.

At this moment, Ling Huan didn't have the heart to pay attention to Elder Yin at all, he was feeling his soul sea. In the sea of souls, everything in the chess path has reached the same height as the qin dao, but he still hasn't broken through the threshold of the soul master, but the soul power is more refined.

"Ling Huan, I'll teach you the way of calligraphy again. Leng Remnant Yang turned around silently, narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression was a little solemn, and said lightly: "The way of calligraphy, painted by the heart, should be used to choose five with anger, thirst and rush to the spring——"

At the same time, his halberd finger raised in the air, with his finger as the pen and soul power as the ink, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced to write out the eight big characters of "angry and fierce five, thirsty and thirsty". These eight words, although there is no ability to splash ink and transform shapes, but can also barely form handwriting, the pen is vigorous and powerful, and there is really the momentum of the angry lion grabbing and the thirsty horse running to the spring.

This Leng Zhiyang is so young, he has reached the level of writing and painting, and the old man has just reached it ten years ago, no wonder the old man can't help him for a while. Cui Lao Wei's expression was shocked, and he didn't even realize that Leng Wanyang didn't keep his promise and used the power of the Soul Venerable.

Ling Huan was silent for a moment, his expression was solemn, he took out the sword, and said slowly, "There is no fragrance, no grass, and there is fragrance, and the stone inkstone is flying ink and dyeing the pond." The pen walks the dragon and snake plate nine songs, and Luan Xiang Feng Zhu dances the three rivers. In the depths of the steep mountains of Lushan, the peach blossoms on the human face are reflected all over the wall. Iron painting silver hook book for eternity, spring and autumn elegant things are hidden. ”

His voice was calm and unwavering, but under the tip of the sword, words popped out one by one, and it was exactly what he said, just like the words when he played ambiguously, but he was more refined and more of a generation's demeanor.

Leng Remnantyang sneered, his expression was full of ridicule, and the little soul dared to talk about calligraphy and perception, which was simply humiliating. But when there was an unseen and stunning handwriting under the sword, he secretly screamed that it was not good.

"How is it possible, how could his calligraphy reach such a terrifying height?" Leng Yanyang's face turned red, muttering in disbelief, but his heart was roaring, his own dignified calligraphy was simply unbearable compared to it.

Cui Lao Wei smiled and nodded, secretly praising Ling Huan for being really amazing, and even his calligraphy attainments were so profound.

But in the next breath, his smile froze on his face, revealing a strange look, "There is no fragrance, no grass, and there is fragrance...... such a wonderful proverb that even the saint will not be able to understand it.

"Splashing ink and transforming into shape, isn't this Ling Huan just splashing ink and transforming into shape?" the three Cui brothers and sisters shouted in surprise with shocked faces. They didn't enter the soul path, and they couldn't understand the subtlety of the poems at all, but they could see the words under the sword.

"Haha...... I realized that the way of calligraphy should be both physical and spiritual, and the meaning should be continuous. Cui Lao Wei suddenly laughed excitedly, his expression was unprecedentedly bright, and he broke through the shackles in this calligraphy proverb.

Elder Yin silently watched everything in front of him, his heart sank to the bottom, his face was like ashes, in the calligraphy that Leng Wanyang was best at, he couldn't overpower Ling Huan, painting on the spot, still using the competition.

Ling Huan secretly shouted that it was not good, the previous chess proverb had caused holy light and many big troubles, if he made a similar big move this time, then he would really become Tang monk's meat. In this wonderful world, there are lessons from the past, and his concerns are not unreasonable.

God seems to have really fallen in love with Ling Huan, and Ling Huan here was apprehensive, realizing that it was not good, and the vision over there suddenly changed.

The words in the air not only did not dissipate, but also gradually flew back to the top of Ling Huan's head, slowly condensing together, forming a huge ball. Once this ball is formed, there will be a millimeter of light, and the martial arts field will be rendered beautifully, and where the millilight passes, there will be a pungent fragrance lingering on the nose.

"It's really fragrant and fragrant...... the three sisters and brothers of the Cui family twitched their noses vigorously, and said in shock inexplicably.

"Holy Light?" Cui Lao Wei and Leng Remnant Yang, as well as Elder Yin, the three people with soul path cultivation, were all staring at the ball of light tightly, and they all had greedy looks on their faces.

But in the next moment, their expressions were completely frozen, and after a few breaths, the ball of light suddenly fell on top of Ling Huan's head, and there was no trace of it.

What is the situation, whether it is the Holy Light or not, where it goes, why it shines on people, there is no special reaction. Cui Lao blamed them for being completely dazed.

Of course, that ball of light was not holy light, at this moment, he had appeared in Ling Huan's soul sea, but it was no longer the appearance of a ball of light, but a human body with a vague appearance, sitting cross-legged under the Lanting stone stele, looking like an old monk was in a fixed position.

Soul Body, the Soul Book of the Soul of Calligraphy?Ling Huan's heart jumped, and with the appearance of the third soul body, his cultivation had indeed improved. That is to say, if you want to break through to the soul master, you must reach all the soul paths, but I don't know if the ascension of the small realm is also like this.

"Brother Remnant Yang, I, my stomach hurts, please accompany me. Elder Yin's face turned pale, he glanced at Ling Huan with a complicated expression, covered his stomach, and pleaded softly towards Leng Wanyang.

"You ?......" Leng Wanyang's face was as red as pig's liver, his snort was heavy, and his face was as heavy as water, staring at Elder Yin, looking extremely bad.

"Really, I can't help it. Elder Yin's face became more and more pale, and her heart was beating very hard, but she gritted her teeth, pretending not to know, and said with a painful expression.

"Ling Huan, it seems that we only have to fight again next time. Leng Wanyang had a gloomy face, and without waiting for Ling Huan to answer, he helped Elder Yin and said, "Susu, let's go." But there was a hint of shame and resentment in his calm eyes. (To be continued.) )