"Fu Daoyou, please first." Su Wanyue was polite.

Fu Xuecha hooked her lips and smiled: "Then you're welcome, take it!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Su Wanyue saw a red spirit pen appear in Fu Xuecha's hand, and the pen turned rapidly in Fu Xuecha's hand, so fast that Su Wanyue couldn't see the appearance of the spirit pen at all.

That spiritual pen is Fu Xuecha's natal magic weapon - the Red God Pen.

The pen is not stained with ink, painting in the air, pieces of plum blossoms, covering the battle platform, Su Wanyue only for a moment, as if smelling the fragrance of plum blossoms, faintly, if there is nothing.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is full of snow.

Suddenly, Su Wanyue was surrounded by heavy snow again, she could really feel the cold, and in just a breath under her feet, the snow had accumulated to her knees.

She couldn't hesitate any longer.

Su Wanyue thought about it, pinched her hands with both hands, and the purple void divine fire turned into a rain of fire in the sky.

The sky is sometimes white and boundless, as if to freeze everything, and sometimes it is full of fire and rain, as if it is about to burn everything.

Between snow and fire, they take turns to gain the upper hand, as if they refuse to give in.

The speed of the Red Divine Pen is getting faster and faster, and the speed at which Su Wanyue pinched the trick was still unhurried.

Fu Xuecha raised her eyes and glanced at Su Wanyue, suddenly threw down the red magic pen, her body moved, passed through the flying snow and fire rain, came to Su Wanyue, and punched Su Wanyue, Su Wanyue turned sideways, and then clenched her fists to greet her.

The two fought with fists for nearly a quarter of an hour, and neither could help anyone.

Fu Xuecha deliberately retreated, and her moves gradually became calmer, and Su Wanyue did not take the opportunity to sneak attack, and retreated with Fu Xuecha with a tacit understanding.

Retreating to the edge of the stage, Fu Xuecha made a move, and the red magic pen returned to her hand, the naked pen turned quickly, the snow dispersed, and everything recovered.

The ground is covered with grass, willows sprout, flowing water, birds chirping, and small wildflowers swaying.

Su Wanyue seemed to be standing on top of a beautiful picture, and the breath of spring was everywhere beside her.

Fu Xuecha said: "Sister Late Moon, the picture scroll of spring, it's beautiful, isn't it?" ”

Su Wanyue subconsciously wanted to nod, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Why can't she contact the Purple Void Divine Fire anymore?

When he was distracted, a willow branch suddenly flew from the side, and the speed of the branch was extremely fast, and it was thrown directly towards Su Wanyue's side face.

Su Wanyue stepped out in one step, and was already on the mountain, and a flock of birds suddenly flew out of the mountain, swarming towards Su Wanyue.

She hurriedly took out the purple sword, and as soon as the sword flower turned, a sword light flew out in all directions, slashing the birds, and Du Wanyue did not think about fighting, and took the opportunity to step out and come to the bottom of the mountain.

As soon as she landed, she felt a tingling pain in the soles of her feet.

When Su Wanyue was about to fly up, she found that she couldn't pull her boots, and there was something that was drilling her feet, so she hurriedly threw away her boots, flew into the sky, and looked down.

The original soft and tender green grass had turned into green steel needles, piercing the soles of her shoes, and the green steel needles were still growing.

Su Wanyue swung her sword and slashed at the grass steel needle, and found that the grass was easy to cut, but after cutting, it grew faster.

As the grass continued to grow, the willow branches also joined the battle, and not only that, but a flock of birds also joined the battle.

Hail the size of a fist fell from the sky.

Su Wanyue faced the attack from all sides, collected the purple divine sword, used her spiritual power, and shouted: "Thunder." ”

In the sky, lightning and thunder suddenly roared, and then thunder and light, strong and domineering slashed down.

The hail dissipated, the birds disappeared, the grass withered, the willows turned black, and the picture of spring was a mess.

The surrounding visions dissipated, and Fu Xuecha was counterattacked, and spit out a mouthful of old blood.

After Su Wanyue landed, seeing this, she hurriedly asked, "Sister Xuecha, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Fu Xuecha eased her breath, and then said, "Divine power monk, it is really extraordinary. ”

"Alas~ I look so beautiful, why didn't God give me a magical power? If I had supernatural powers, I wouldn't have lost so badly. ”

Su Wanyue withdrew the Purple Void Divine Fire and asked, "Sister Xuecha, don't you fight?" I don't think you fell down, can't you get up? Isn't it just spitting blood, it's okay, when the game is over, I'll get you a few pairs of pork liver, and you can make up for the blood after eating. ”

"Besides, the old blood doesn't go, the new blood doesn't grow, spit out more, the new blood is more energetic."

Fu Xuecha rolled her eyes violently, Yaya~ If it weren't for their good relationship, she would have wanted to rush forward and beat her.

Of course, she can't beat it, and at best she will be beaten, but she still wants to beat that guy.

The more Fu Xuecha thought about it, the more depressed she became, and her face bulged into buns.

Su Wanyue said with a smile: "Sister Xuecha, why don't I use the power of thunder and lightning?" ”

"Huh." Fu Xuecha turned around and flew off the battle platform.

Su Wanyue caught up, grabbed her arm, pinched her cheek with a smile, and said happily: "Sister Xuecha's skin is really tender, pinch it well, I want to pinch it again, is it okay?" ”

"Pinch your head." Fu Xuecha poked a finger on Su Wanyue's forehead, and couldn't help laughing, the two of them talked and laughed as if they were nothing, and went up to the stands.

Wait until you get back to the stands.

Fu Junze told Fu Xuecha: "Earlier, I made a bet with Chu Daoyou that if you won, he would persuade Liuguang Daojun to let you paint a portrait of him. ”

"It's a pity, such a good opportunity, why don't you continue to fight?"

When Fu Xuecha heard this, she hammered Fu Junze's chest with a frustrated fist: "You stupid, why didn't you remind me earlier?" You said earlier, I admit that I lost a fart, I will continue to fight with her, and I will fight her desperately, and I will not stop if I don't win. ”

These words were so straightforward that the other powerhouses in the stands couldn't help but feel funny, and the Nangong Sect Master looked at the streamer teasingly.

The head of the Fu family sighed: "Beauty is wrong! The world does not deceive me. ”

Streamer rolled up his sleeves and said slowly: "Miss Fu, you have a good eye." ”

The head of the Fu family was stunned, this is an admission of his beauty?

Streamer changed his words and said, "She never pesters you to paint." ”

The head of the Fu family was annoyed in his heart, you are a streamer, and you actually changed your way and said that he was ugly?

Is he ugly? He's not ugly at all.

The streamer has no eyes.

……

Su Wanyue also heard about the bet.

Chu Xinghe threw the picture of the four seasons flowers that had just arrived to Su Wanyue: "Here you go, take it and take a look, maybe it will be useful." ”

"Is this the painting you won the bet on?" Su Wanyue said, slowly unfolding the scroll.

There are peach blossoms in spring, lotus in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn, and plum blossoms in winter.

On the four seasons flower chart, there are four kinds of flowers and four views.

In spring, everything has recovered, and the lotus flowers in summer are different red.

The autumn sunset is lonely, and the plum blossoms are fragrant and winter.

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"Fu Daoyou, please first." Su Wanyue was polite.

Fu Xuecha hooked her lips and smiled: "Then you're welcome, take it!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Su Wanyue saw a red spirit pen appear in Fu Xuecha's hand, and the pen turned rapidly in Fu Xuecha's hand, so fast that Su Wanyue couldn't see the appearance of the spirit pen at all.

That spiritual pen is Fu Xuecha's natal magic weapon - the Red God Pen.

The pen is not stained with ink, painting in the air, pieces of plum blossoms, covering the battle platform, Su Wanyue only for a moment, as if smelling the fragrance of plum blossoms, faintly, if there is nothing.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is full of snow.

Suddenly, Su Wanyue was surrounded by heavy snow again, she could really feel the cold, and in just a breath under her feet, the snow had accumulated to her knees.

She couldn't hesitate any longer.

Su Wanyue thought about it, pinched her hands with both hands, and the purple void divine fire turned into a rain of fire in the sky.

The sky is sometimes white and boundless, as if to freeze everything, and sometimes it is full of fire and rain, as if it is about to burn everything.

Between snow and fire, they take turns to gain the upper hand, as if they refuse to give in.

The speed of the Red Divine Pen is getting faster and faster, and the speed at which Su Wanyue pinched the trick was still unhurried.

Fu Xuecha raised her eyes and glanced at Su Wanyue, suddenly threw down the red magic pen, her body moved, passed through the flying snow and fire rain, came to Su Wanyue, and punched Su Wanyue, Su Wanyue turned sideways, and then clenched her fists to greet her.

The two fought with fists for nearly a quarter of an hour, and neither could help anyone.

Fu Xuecha deliberately retreated, and her moves gradually became calmer, and Su Wanyue did not take the opportunity to sneak attack, and retreated with Fu Xuecha with a tacit understanding.

Retreating to the edge of the stage, Fu Xuecha made a move, and the red magic pen returned to her hand, the naked pen turned quickly, the snow dispersed, and everything recovered.

The ground is covered with grass, willows sprout, flowing water, birds chirping, and small wildflowers swaying.

Su Wanyue seemed to be standing on top of a beautiful picture, and the breath of spring was everywhere beside her.

Fu Xuecha said: "Sister Late Moon, the picture scroll of spring, it's beautiful, isn't it?" ”

Su Wanyue subconsciously wanted to nod, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Why can't she contact the Purple Void Divine Fire anymore?

When he was distracted, a willow branch suddenly flew from the side, and the speed of the branch was extremely fast, and it was thrown directly towards Su Wanyue's side face.

Su Wanyue stepped out in one step, and was already on the mountain, and a flock of birds suddenly flew out of the mountain, swarming towards Su Wanyue.

She hurriedly took out the purple sword, and as soon as the sword flower turned, a sword light flew out in all directions, slashing the birds, and Du Wanyue did not think about fighting, and took the opportunity to step out and come to the bottom of the mountain.

As soon as she landed, she felt a tingling pain in the soles of her feet.

When Su Wanyue was about to fly up, she found that she couldn't pull her boots, and there was something that was drilling her feet, so she hurriedly threw away her boots, flew into the sky, and looked down.

The original soft and tender green grass had turned into green steel needles, piercing the soles of her shoes, and the green steel needles were still growing.

Su Wanyue swung her sword and slashed at the grass steel needle, and found that the grass was easy to cut, but after cutting, it grew faster.

As the grass continued to grow, the willow branches also joined the battle, and not only that, but a flock of birds also joined the battle.

Hail the size of a fist fell from the sky.

Su Wanyue faced the attack from all sides, collected the purple divine sword, used her spiritual power, and shouted: "Thunder." ”

In the sky, lightning and thunder suddenly roared, and then thunder and light, strong and domineering slashed down.

The hail dissipated, the birds disappeared, the grass withered, the willows turned black, and the picture of spring was a mess.

The surrounding visions dissipated, and Fu Xuecha was counterattacked, and spit out a mouthful of old blood.

After Su Wanyue landed, seeing this, she hurriedly asked, "Sister Xuecha, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Fu Xuecha eased her breath, and then said, "Divine power monk, it is really extraordinary. ”

"Alas~ I look so beautiful, why didn't God give me a magical power? If I had supernatural powers, I wouldn't have lost so badly. ”

Su Wanyue withdrew the Purple Void Divine Fire and asked, "Sister Xuecha, don't you fight?" I don't think you fell down, can't you get up? Isn't it just spitting blood, it's okay, when the game is over, I'll get you a few pairs of pork liver, and you can make up for the blood after eating. ”

"Besides, the old blood doesn't go, the new blood doesn't grow, spit out more, the new blood is more energetic."

Fu Xuecha rolled her eyes violently, Yaya~ If it weren't for their good relationship, she would have wanted to rush forward and beat her.

Of course, she can't beat it, and at best she will be beaten, but she still wants to beat that guy.

The more Fu Xuecha thought about it, the more depressed she became, and her face bulged into buns.

Su Wanyue said with a smile: "Sister Xuecha, why don't I use the power of thunder and lightning?" ”

"Huh." Fu Xuecha turned around and flew off the battle platform.

Su Wanyue caught up, grabbed her arm, pinched her cheek with a smile, and said happily: "Sister Xuecha's skin is really tender, pinch it well, I want to pinch it again, is it okay?" ”

"Pinch your head." Fu Xuecha poked a finger on Su Wanyue's forehead, and couldn't help laughing, the two of them talked and laughed as if they were nothing, and went up to the stands.

Wait until you get back to the stands.

Fu Junze told Fu Xuecha: "Earlier, I made a bet with Chu Daoyou that if you won, he would persuade Liuguang Daojun to let you paint a portrait of him. ”

"It's a pity, such a good opportunity, why don't you continue to fight?"

When Fu Xuecha heard this, she hammered Fu Junze's chest with a frustrated fist: "You stupid, why didn't you remind me earlier?" You said earlier, I admit that I lost a fart, I will continue to fight with her, and I will fight her desperately, and I will not stop if I don't win. ”

These words were so straightforward that the other powerhouses in the stands couldn't help but feel funny, and the Nangong Sect Master looked at the streamer teasingly.

The head of the Fu family sighed: "Beauty is wrong! The world does not deceive me. ”

Streamer rolled up his sleeves and said slowly: "Miss Fu, you have a good eye." ”

The head of the Fu family was stunned, this is an admission of his beauty?

Streamer changed his words and said, "She never pesters you to paint." ”

The head of the Fu family was annoyed in his heart, you are a streamer, and you actually changed your way and said that he was ugly?

Is he ugly? He's not ugly at all.

The streamer has no eyes.

……

Su Wanyue also heard about the bet.

Chu Xinghe threw the picture of the four seasons flowers that had just arrived to Su Wanyue: "Here you go, take it and take a look, maybe it will be useful." ”

"Is this the painting you won the bet on?" Su Wanyue said, slowly unfolding the scroll.

There are peach blossoms in spring, lotus in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn, and plum blossoms in winter.

On the four seasons flower chart, there are four kinds of flowers and four views.

In spring, everything has recovered, and the lotus flowers in summer are different red.

The autumn sunset is lonely, and the plum blossoms are fragrant and winter.

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