Chapter 294 Colorful Peacock Pattern

"The thunder of heaven is leading. Paint the spirit with the power of heaven and earth." Zhang Yuanqi was stunned. For a while, I couldn't imagine how Jian Chen's actions were going to be. The stimulation for a while is too great. There are people who are not afraid of the might of heaven and earth. Also trying to hit it with the idea. This is crazy.

Rumble. Rumble. Rumble.

The reunited thunderbolts fell one after another. Thunderclouds are also crazy at this moment. Countless silver rays flickered in the sky. Thunder roared. Silver rays pierced the sky. Slammed into the sword dust on the forging table.

No other. Countless lightning bolts alone make people's hearts palpitate. It's spectacular. Under the power of heaven and earth, man seems too small. Even though many of these people are a little stronger. But I can't resist at all.

Jian Chen raised his head. A finger to the sky. Look at the dense thunder. There was a flash of madness in his eyes. A burst of vitality led some deviant thunderbolts over. It seems that there is no fear of this massive amount of heavenly thunder.

I don't know why. That small sword dust is pressing on everyone's hearts like a mountain at this moment. Jian Chen, who has always been relatively low-key, is terrifying at the moment. Not bad. Exactly the arrogance. The youthfulness of the teenager is vividly swayed. If the sword dust of the past is like a sword. Hidden in a box. At that moment, the sword dust is the sword that has appeared in the cold. That sharp breath alone makes people tremble. Shows insolence commensurate with that age. Daring.

A huge heavenly thunder fell on Jian Chen. Ling Jianchen's body was filled with a little bit of electric light. However, Jian Chen's movements were not interrupted by this. The right hand flips. A spirit needle appeared in his hand. The power of the heavenly thunder that had not yet dissipated was actually forced by him to the spirit needle.

Every thunderbolt hits Jian Chen. Then there were bursts of soothing. At first, it made Jian Chen cry and laugh. But gradually it became numb. The body didn't react much to the thunder. The power of heavenly thunder circulates within the meridians. The silver-white vitality rushed away from the aborigines in the body. A great pain came from within the meridians.

The brow furrowed tightly. Then slowly unfold. A divine consciousness led the power of the heavenly thunder to the right hand. And then it came out of the silver needle. That divine consciousness had just come into contact with the Heavenly Thunder. and began to wilt. An unbearable sting came from the depths of my soul.

"Damn."

There was a churn in the sea. An even greater divine consciousness surged towards the power of the heavenly thunder. That's what makes him act in line with the idea of swordsmanship.

"Click."

The power of the heavenly thunder was transported to the spirit needle. A piercing cracking sound came from the spirit needle. Visible splinters appeared on the needle. Jian Chen's attention was not a bit surprising to this. The mind is moving. A huge stream of divine consciousness poured out from the sea of consciousness. Protect the spirit needle. It is hard to maintain the structure of the spirit needle.

Just now, the painting spirit is being injected synchronously. This spirit needle is no longer able to withstand it. The power of the thunder is drawn down. The spirit needle will shatter naturally, in the expectation of sword dust. The power of the heavenly thunder on the spiritual needle that has been consolidated by the divine consciousness is uncertain. It's very difficult to grasp.

"Brother Bi Fang. Why not compare the speeds." Sword dust didn't start right away. Instead, turn your head away. Look at the sky that has stopped. Said with a smile.

"This." Tianbi Fang let Jian Chen shout, and hesitated a little. Then he smiled with admiration: "Okay. Faster than whom."

Tianbi Fang then remembered that yesterday's sword dust was not exactly the same time as the spirit of painting. Today must be a repeat of the old trick. He nodded in agreement.

Above the sky. Silver Serpent Flurry. A thunderclap sounded like a hymn to the end of the heavens above the nine heavens. One after another silver thunder can't stop falling.

"Let's go."

The short and powerful two words spread throughout the audience. The movements of the two are carried out at the same time. The spirit needle in Jian Chen's hand finally approached the Five Elements Ring. The smile on his face gradually retracted. Jian Chen didn't want to be careless about Jingzhou. Let alone. Whether it can be made or not is two to say.

"Hey. Looks like I'm getting old." Horton looked at the two of them on the stage. I can't help but feel a kind of old feeling in my heart. They weren't so crazy back then. But now it seems that it can't.

The power of the heavenly thunder on the spirit needle is still not stable. Under that swallowing, the spirit patterns slowly drew out. The spirit pattern drawn did not dim. Put it is shining brightly. It's hard to look at. Inside the Five Elements Ring. The power of the five elements was suddenly suppressed. There's no arrogance just now. The power of the heavenly thunder restrained them at no avail.

Forge on the field. Jian Chen's face gradually turned pale. Even the blood stains on the corners of the mouth are clearly visible. The breath of the whole person fell little by little. However, the momentum is constantly climbing. It seems that I want to climb up to the sky and compete with the thunder of the day.

Time ticks by. The spirit pattern is also constantly being drawn. Sword dust's breath is sluggish. But the thunder is getting more and more violent. Looking at the posture, it seems that he wants to destroy the sword dust.

The other side. The vitality of the heavenly side is constantly being sent to the Storm Boots. The spirit pattern on the Storm Boots slowly lit up. The spirit pattern is faintly about to get out of the Storm Boots. Transform into a peacock and fly into the sky. It's good-looking.

"Pattern." Looking at the peacock that opportunity to take off. The forgers who had stopped were a little surprised. Some people speculate on the whisper.

"Hah. Ha. Ha. Heaven will not die, my Forge Master Guild. It's actually a multicolored peacock pattern. As long as it becomes absolutely above the dragon spirit pattern." Zhang Yuanqi's gloomy face finally flashed a smile again. There is finally a glimmer of hope.

"Although unwilling. But you've got a win. Look at how the guy is laughing now." The colorful peacock pattern was reflected on Wang Jiang's face. With a playful smile on his face. Then he turned his gaze to Liu Qian.

"Don't rejoice too soon. Peacocks do not make. All is vain." Liu Qian didn't pay attention to Wang Jiang. I just said hatefully. The hatred in his eyes almost wanted to kill Tianbifang. Is the championship in hand about to be handed over?

"It's been a real twist and turn. It seems that the means of the old lord are still high. The younger generations who have been trained are so outstanding. In the case just now, you can turn the tables. The achievements in the future should not be underestimated." Above the stands. An older blacksmith muttered to himself. His words resonated with many people.

A young man who can come out of the shadow of failure. This disposition alone will be good in the future. However, when discussing this, these people habitually ignore the other teenager who is still forging on the field. Sword Dust.

Jian Chen's body trembled slightly. The movements in Du's hands are becoming more and more vigorous and powerful. The five elements of spiritual patterns that have been calculated in my heart are arranged one by one on it. The sword dust did not all proceed according to the drawings. After all, the drawings are also a broken product.

A bold change has been made to the spirit pattern sword dust planned on this drawing. Based on the spirit pattern of the drawing. With the lines engraved in their own dantian for transformation. Transformed Spiritual Pattern

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"Huh. Something doesn't seem right." Zhang Yuanqi, whose smile had not yet closed, was surprised when his afterglow swept over Jian Chen. The spirit patterns drawn by Sword Dust seem to be different from those he drew when he was forging before. An astonishing thought came to his mind: "Could it be that he has changed the spirit pattern without permission?"

As everyone knows. The drawings are required to be specified. Unless the original author intentionally did it, there must be no mistake. He always follows the drawings as they are drawn. Due to the incomplete drawings of the five element rings. After he finishes drawing, he will fill in the missing parts according to the original drawing. But what Jian Chen's current work is to change the original map. This is quite impressive. Dare to deny the things of predecessors. No matter where you are, it's a shocking thing.

Jian Chen didn't have time to worry about how Zhang Yuanqi was surprised. Devoted to the painting of the spirit. This time, the spirit painting itself is not very energy-consuming. After all, it is the power of heaven and thunder. But to let the power of the heavenly thunder be used for oneself, it is extremely draining of vitality and even mind. After all, the power of the Heavenly Thunder is much more violent than the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

Finally. Jian Chen's vitality is overdrawn. Jian Chen, who was about to be exhausted, flashed the space ring on his hand. An elixir floated into the air. It's all under the control of the Divine Sense. Sword Dust doesn't have a little energy to do all this. That elixir has just come out. The air is filled with a strong medicinal fragrance. The people sitting in the front row immediately felt refreshed when they smelled it. Jian Chen didn't hesitate in the slightest. The pill was instantly sent into the abdomen.

The pill has just entered the abdomen. The depleted dantian gushed out again. The pale face gradually changed for the better.

"Dingyuan Dan. Jian Chen's rich." The fat man pursed his mouth. The color of pain on his face did not fade for a long time.

As an alchemist, he couldn't know more about Dingyuan Dan. It's not the best way to replenish your energy. But it's a good thing to solidify the foundation. The value of this moment alone can be equivalent to that of a Xuan-level spiritual weapon. Sword dust is naturally not a waste. He's overdrawn for this time. If it is still broken by the original. That is also bad for the future martial arts. That's what I did.

The other side of the forge yard. Tian Bifang's face became more and more solemn. The spirit patterns on the Storm Boots are almost activated. The shape of the multicolored peacock became more and more clear. But his face is not very good-looking. The breath is languishing. Obviously, the successor is weak. The more the spirit pattern is formed, the more apex. The consumption of vitality and consciousness increases. The situation in Tianbifang is obviously that the supply of divine consciousness is not available. After all, his soul had not yet reached the realm of the Blue Spirit.

"Ahh

Tianbi Fang roared. The last breath of vitality is injected into the Storm Boots. That multicolored peacock is fully formed. A long hiss rang out in all directions. But there was a slight wail in the hiss. Peacock spreads its wings. Want to take off. It dissipated at this moment. It's like a phantom.

"Hey. It's just one step away." Horton sighed. I also feel sorry for the teenager who keeps working the field.

"How could it be. That's all there is to it." Zhang Yuanqi was unwilling. As long as the day is over, then this colorful peacock pattern will be counted. But now the spirit of the spirit pattern is gone. That's no use.

This is the case with living patterns. It's useless if you don't really live. I can only say that the spirit pattern is better. But it doesn't live after all. The audience was silent. Only one smiled. It's Liu Qian.

"Looks like this championship is destined to be mine." Liu Qian stood up. There was a hint of regret in his voice. But it feels like a cat crying mouse.

"None of this is known."

Jian Chen's faint voice came out. Quite a few people look sideways. The spirit patterns under Jian Chen's hands began to become more and more active at some point. A breath of life is brewing in it.