As soon as the fight between Wen Jian and Feng Zhuxin began, the two of them each took a step back and distanced themselves.

Feng Zhuxin held a spear-like pen, using the ground of the ring as paper, the pen walked the dragon, and painted a hundred beasts galloping.

Wen Jian holds a stroke in each hand, writes war poems with his left hand, paints soldiers with his right hand, and shoots three moves at the same time.

Jiang Yuebai under the ring saw that Wen Jian was full of strength as soon as he made a move, and only then did he find that Wen Jian had also cultivated the "Divine Soul Birth Method".

Her previous painting on the left and right can only be achieved by decades of practice, just like the prompter of famous paintings, calligraphy and painting with the blessing of poetry, which is even more powerful when activated.

At this moment, she used one more divine thought to manipulate the sword of her lips and words, hidden in the poems and paintings, and exerted a strength comparable to that of a late infant monk.

Wen Jian escaped from the Kong family back then, wandering alone in the Beihai Non-Yan Pavilion, growing rapidly, if she hadn't escaped back then, and had been staying in the Kong family, I am afraid that she would have married a woman at this moment, and her children were in groups.

Jiang Yuebai couldn't wait to pull Wen Jian's three brothers here at this moment, let them see Wen Jian's strength, far surpassing them, and also let the Kong family open their eyes to see how many amazing and beautiful women were destroyed by them in the Kong clan rules.

Feng Zhuxin on the stage didn't expect Wen Jian to be able to exert such a strong strength, one side of the ring, like two armies fighting.

The soldiers turned into Wen Jian fought fiercely with the beasts painted by Feng Zhuxin, and the roar shook the sky, and finally they all died together.

The two of them splashed ink again, and all kinds of ink-colored beasts continued to rush out from the pen of the two, colliding in the center of the ring, and the momentum was magnificent.

After nearly two quarters of an hour of such a battle, Wen Jian obviously began to struggle, and Feng Zhu's heart was still strong.

In the early stage of the Yuan Infant and the late Yuan Infant period, the gap in the amount of aura reserves is unmistakable.

Just when Wen Jian was about to grit his teeth and continue to hold on, Feng Zhuxin took the pen and took half a step back, "You are very good, if I am the same cultivation as you, it is really difficult to say who will win and who will lose, but now, you have no need to hold on, and I don't want to be heavy on you."

Feng Zhuxin's hand swept over a purple bamboo tube around her waist, where the blood ink she had refined with the blood of the spirit of a hundred beasts was sealed, which could be used to inject spirit into the things she had drawn.

After the infusion of the spirit, the things she draws, whether they are talismans or paintings, will have the strength of the acquired spirit in a short period of time.

Wen Jian glanced at it, did not give up, and picked up the pen again.

At this time, Feng Zhuxin said again, "Your painting is rewritten, which is rare in painting, but you have no spirit in your mind, and you have no finishing touch, you are optimistic."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Zhuxin waved a large pen and wiped out a trace of ink in the air.

To the average person, it was just a random ink drawing, without any shape.

Feng Zhuxin looked at the ink, his eyes suddenly burst out with a little essence, and an aura broke through his fingertips, and blood beads splashed, towards the ink.

The blood melted into the ink, the finishing touch, and the surrounding aura frantically gathered into that ink blot.

Oh!!!

The dragon roared and shook the sky, and the ink gradually stretched and extended, and it really turned into a lifelike ink dragon, raising its head and raising its head, and the dragon's whiskers were flying.

"The intention of painting is in the heart, what you see is the meaning of the painting, and what you want is the finishing touch."

Hearing this, Wen Jian Daigo's eyes widened when he was empowered, and there was an indescribable aura faintly revealed in the whole person.

Feng Zhuxin didn't bother her, and waved his sleeves to make a soundproof barrier to prevent the noisy sound under the ring from interfering with her comprehension.

The reason why she did this, of course, was to save her strength, but more importantly, to cherish her talents.

Feng Zhuxin is much older than Wen Jian, and when she cultivated at Wen Jian's age, she had not yet mastered the painting skills of the Freehand School, which required extremely high understanding.

In this regard, Wen Jian is better than her, so Feng Zhuxin was a little crooked, and he didn't want such a good seedling to be wiped out in public.

Under the ring, Jiang Yuebai squinted and crossed her waist and looked at Feng Zhuxin vigilantly.

"What do you like, the finishing touch, this stinky woman is not well-intentioned, she must be trying to dig into the corner of my Tianyan Sect!"

Lu Nanzhi, who had just arrived with the clone, heard this and said with a smile, "It can make the Feng clan move the heart of digging into the corner

Thought, it shows that our Tianyan Sect is full of talents."

Jiang Yuebai raised her eyebrows proudly, "That's natural, and I don't look at who brought these talents, hum~"

After a while, Wen Jian's eyes were full of brilliance and restraint, obviously he had already comprehended, and immediately bowed to Feng Zhuxin.

"Thank you for your advice, I lost this battle."

Wen Jian was about to step down, but Feng Zhuxin hurriedly shouted.

"You...... After the Qingyun Meeting, do you want to come with me and go to the Feng clan for a tour? Poetry and painting?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yuebai in the audience looked like 'sure enough, stared at Feng Zhuxin on the stage with wide eyes, and motioned to Lu Nanzhi to take a look at this despicable stinky woman.

Lu Nanzhi smiled and pressed down Jiang Yuebai's hand.

Wen Jian on the stage smiled generously, "Okay, I will visit the Feng clan as a disciple of the Tianyan Sect." Look at the book

Jiang Yuebai nodded hurriedly, that's it, it can't be easily poached.

Feng Zhuxin, who was dressed in red, looked down from the stage, just in time to see Jiang Yuebai's eyes staring at the boss, she threw her long hair behind her, revealing her mature and good-looking face, winked at Jiang Yuebai and smiled, charming, and then left with the pen on her back.

Jiang Yuebai was suddenly stunned by that smile, what do you mean?

"Tsk~ Why is your face still red?" Lu Nanzhi leaned over and glanced at Jiang Yuebai's face, "You usually have a poor mouth and tease others, you have no face and no skin, how can people smile at you...... Tsk~"

Jiang Yuebai hurriedly rubbed her face, "Nonsense! I'm hot, and I hate it...... This...... Forget it!"

Jiang Yuebai wanted to say that she didn't like a woman like Lan Biqing who was too mature, too active, and exuded a sticky aura all over her body.

She also thought that Feng Zhuxin would be more calm and cold, after all, she was quite domineering in the trial of the demon invasion.

Outcome...... She's the kind of person she is!!

"Let's go, let's see what other people are going to do."

Jiang Yuebai pulled Lu Nanzhi and left, going to other rings.

Not long after, the third round of the ring battle ended, and the top 50 were successfully born.

Those people on Jiang Yue's white list, except for Xing Huozi, all of them were promoted.

And Zhuo Qingfeng and Zhuge Ziying also successfully advanced to the top 50, while Tianyanzong left her, Lu Nanzhi and Shen Huaixi.

Although Xie Jingshan was also promoted, he now represented the True Martial Immortal Sect.

As soon as the third round ended, Jiang Yuebai went to find Li Shenzhi and Tang Weimian, and learned that on the Jindan period, only Yunshang and Kong Jingyan advanced to the top 50, and Qi Yue and Jiang Ziying were unfortunately defeated.

The competition in the transformation period is relatively slow, and the top ten duels are carried out one by one, and it is not yet the turn of Uncle Fu Yi and Tianbao Zhenzun to play.

As for Shi Xiaowu's side, with his computing power, he hasn't finished it yet.

Tang Weimian told Jiang Yuebai that Shi Xiaowu suddenly discovered that he had been misled in the direction, and the more he calculated, the more complicated it became, and now he had to change the direction and re-check.

After Jiang Yuebai thought about it, she became more and more uneasy, and her right eyelid began to beat again.

She suddenly thought of the strangeness of the three of them, coupled with the bad premonition given to her by the Demon Appreciation Array, as well as Shen Huaixi's inferences and assumptions.

To be on the safe side, Jiang Yuebai asked Tang Weimian to tell his master to evacuate as soon as possible, at least, with the Zhuge family, to find a reasonable excuse not to startle the snake, and leave the Qingyun Realm first, just in case.

Jiang Yuebai also asked Li Shenzhi and Mu Wushuang to go to the outer ring mountain range of the Qingyun Realm to find the deer spirits and see if they could find out what they were looking for.

She naturally hoped that it would be okay, and hoped that there was no connection between these things, but Xie Jingshan had said that she was born unlucky, and she was in conflict with the secret realm, and as long as she entered the secret realm, something would definitely happen.

The Qingyun Realm can be regarded as a secret realm made by individuals!

The fourth round of the draw began soon, and Jiang Yuebai still did not draw a strong opponent.

After all the opponents were matched, everyone found that the only one to watch in the fourth round was Shi Yuming, the fifth mountain immortal sect, against the younger brother of the martial family, Wu Yang.