There was once a powerful person in the Zhenwen Realm in ancient times, who was proficient in the art of divination.

This senior, when he ascended to the immortal realm, failed to cross the catastrophe. He knew how to seek profit and avoid evil, but he was not annihilated by the sky and thunder.

He began to question whether the fairy world existed? Why didn't any of the monks in the Yanshang Continent succeed in ascending?

He questioned, is the fairy world a beautiful lie that the ancients deceived their juniors and desperately cultivated?

This predecessor of the mana Xuanxuan, before finally sitting down, burned the last life force and opened the most accurate hexagram of his soothsayer.

This hexagram was originally divination; Does the fairy world exist or not?

The result of the divination, however, was inexplicable.

There are only seven words: the pattern maker is out, and the sky is here!

The result of spending a lot of money on divination is such a puzzling sentence.

The most bizarre thing is that after the appearance of these seven-character mantras, this soothsayer is not the end of his life after the oil runs out.

Instead, the blood of the body was splashed, and it was torn apart, and he died extremely miserably, like five horses splitting their bodies.

This is a powerful curse.

Anyone who snoops on the heavenly machine will end up miserable, this is something that the monks of the entire Yanshang Continent know.

Unless! You can defuse the damnation!

Wang Jiannan recalled the entire information about the Yanshang Continent for the pattern maker. Up and down, he began to look at Han Xiaochuan.

"What is this dress? It's so funny. ”

This guy wondered why this senior master who stepped into the air was wearing a coarse cloth gown, and it was so much shorter, revealing the calves underneath.

Especially the pair of cloth shoes that were picked up from the garbage heap, they were so peculiar.

The dress of this senior master is so unusual, it is really confusing.

It looks funny and funny, and the person is still so handsome, but this person's cultivation is so high, it seems unfathomable.

And this mysterious black-robed man exudes a domineering spirit that defies the world from his bones. It's a level higher than everything in the eyes.

What did he do to mess with me?

Wang Jiannan picked at his skull a few times, and he looked a little painful. But when I thought about it, my mind began to disdain.

What are you kidding, tattoo maker, that's something that appears in divination, can it be taken seriously?

God's chatter is simply an ambiguous thing. I am a quasi-three-grade pattern practitioner, and I was bluffed by a non-existent pattern maker?

Immediately, a trace of strangeness appeared on his face, and the noble momentum diffused again.

When he didn't understand Han Xiaochuan's details and intentions, he just said in a slightly cold voice: "Dare to ask this senior, what are you doing for Jiannan's tattoo maker?" It's just a trumped-up legend, and the younger generation dares to ......"

Before this guy could fight out, Han Xiaochuan interrupted impatiently: "The deity is the legendary pattern maker!" ”

A very casual sentence.

But as soon as these words came out, the audience was very quiet, and everyone was a little confused. I heard Wang Jiannan's sentence, the pattern maker is a trumped legend.

Now, unwarranted legendary characters have appeared.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet.

Only Wang Jiannan's mid-level low-level wood attribute pattern prototype was still like an elf-like suspended void, slowly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

Wang Jiannan was about to listen to the following, but the patternmaker was silent and looked at him playfully.

After a short silence, Wang Jiannan reacted, and felt a little angry in his heart, he should have pretended to be a fictitious pattern maker and came to play tricks on me.

His face changed, and he said with a little sarcasm: "Your Excellency is talking like a child's play, don't be my Lingjian Mountain's tattoo practitioner, you can be bullied at will."

Next, in front of the fathers and elders of Luoyi City, I will practice the tattoo technique. Please stand back a little and don't delay my business. ”

As soon as Wang Jiannan's voice fell, behind the stone screen of the command platform, two snorts of a man and a woman were heard.

The sound was not loud, but the entire martial arts arena, and even a few miles away, could be heard clearly.

It was the two Fusion Pattern Realm high cultivators of Spirit Sword Mountain, and they issued a warning.

Han Xiaochuan smiled slightly, ignoring the warning-like snort, but lazily stretched out his hand, and the void shook it in the air.

'Phew'

Cracks!

Han Xiaochuan said with a smile: "Such an inferior pattern technique looks very eye-catching, Jiannan Xiaoyou, don't mind if this divine envoy breaks it up." ”

"Wow! Hush! ”

There was an extremely discordant sound from the audience, which was a public slap in the face of the noble, tattoo practitioner.

Some people are happy, some people sigh, some people are happy, most people want to see the excitement, it is better to kill the cow with the horse, and the cow to kill the horse, that is interesting.

It's just that today is an eye-opener.

Wang Jiannan is already arrogant enough, and today, this mysterious man in black is even more arrogant.

Wang Jiannan was already on fire at the moment, and his face turned pale with anger.

He really couldn't guess.

Who the hell is this guy sacred, dare to dismantle his platform and step on his face in front of the two high cultivators of the Melting Pattern Realm.

Such a bold and reckless person must have a deep background to be so fearless.

But on the contrary, he didn't dare to show his anger at all.

This is the most aggrieved since the humble ant became a noble tattoo practitioner.

In front of so many family monks and fathers and villagers in Luoyi City, he slapped his face.

Shame and dignity were buckled on his head at the same time, and this face was a little stinky.

The most strange thing is that why this guy wants to dismantle his platform is still confused.

Wang Jiannan swallowed a breath of aggrieved breath into his stomach again, swearing fiercely in his heart.

This is the last time to be polite, otherwise, no matter how big your background is, it is impossible to be good today.

Immediately changed to a trace of respect and a hint of fierceness: "Dare to ask the predecessors where they are sacred." I, Wang Jiannan, asked myself that I had never met Your Excellency, and I had no grievances. Why did you insult me three times and twice, and also scolded all the tattoo practitioners in the world. ”

Han Xiaochuan showed an innocent smile, revealing his white teeth, which was very bright.

Seeing Wang Jiannan's heart, he felt a chill.

Han Xiaochuan didn't talk, looked up at the sky, and closed his eyes.

I saw that I slowly stretched out my arms, embraced the unfathomable void, and muttered in my mouth, as if I was communicating something.

It's deliberately dragging time, but the brain is spinning at a rapid pace.

This force is indeed pretending to be calm.

Less! Shaking his head, he said inscrutablely: "You're right, I'm the holy of that side, and as for that side, I won't tell you for the time being."

No grievances? Jiannan Xiaoyou doesn't think that this god makes him have nothing to do when he is full, and he is so idle that his eggs hurt, and he is nonsense with a tattoo trainer who is not as good as bullshit like you. ”