The Valley of True Spirits has not yet begun, but there are already things that are constantly being discussed.

The head of the dignified and real family is actually the grandson of the owner of the Blood Rain Building, who vomited blood alive.

But everyone, they didn't care about this Yang Dingzhen at all, whether they vomited blood or not, they just looked at Zhou Xuantong's direction with a fiery face.

They always knew whether Zhou Xuantong's words were true or not.

The most crucial point for the real sect to grow is the ancient paintings in their forbidden land.

This painting can hone the soul and increase wisdom and understanding, which is particularly magical.

It can be said that this is the foundation of the real one.

It is also the reason why the real course can attract many talented people to join it.

As a reward, it is also one of the reasons why I became a disciple of the Shinyi Sect and worked hard to contribute to the Shinamuni Sect.

But Zhou Xuantong actually threatened to paint this painting.

Even, as long as others pay the spirit stone, they can actually get it?

"However, as you should know, there are three ancient paintings. ”

"The last two pieces only accept things that contain the origin aura of heaven and earth, or the best spiritual artifacts to exchange!"

Zhou Xuantong's next words made everyone shine.

All three?

But there are still people who are apprehensive, whether this is true or not.

Martial arts skills are not comparable to this ancient painting.

This forbidden secret realm is really guarded, and it is very difficult to break through.

Tang Huang also looked at her grandson in astonishment, she didn't know when Zhou Xuantong saw the famous ancient painting of Zhenyimen.

Even if it was her, there was no way to break through and enter the forbidden land of the other party's secret realm.

Because this act is not much different from looking for death.

Ke Zhou Xuantong......

"Is it true or not, how can it be believed by what you say?"

"Yes, we have to prove it. ”

Zhou Xuantong heard this, and nodded lightly: "It's the same truth, and the proof is very simple." ”

As soon as these words came out, others also showed different colors.

At the same time, I am also very curious, how Zhou Xuantong proves it.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" And at this time, Yang Dingzhen also got up, regardless of the blood stains on his beard, pointed at Zhou Xuantong and shouted.

"Your cultivation realm, your age, how can you draw ancient paintings. ”

"Even if it can be shaped, it can't be seen, it's just a piece of waste paper, and it's useless to look at. ”

Seeing that he was angry and shouted loudly at himself, Yang Dingzhen, the head of the head who had no grace, Zhou Xuantong raised his eyebrows, ignored the other party, and sat down again.

Zhou Xuantong, who sat down, drew on the paper.

Soon, after putting down the pen, Zhou Xuantong threw the paper at Yang Dingzhen with a casual flick of his hand.

"Old thing, if it's waste paper, you can see if it's a waste paper. ”

Yang Dingzhen turned out to be a paper, and the disciples beside him were all looking at it.

On the paper painting, the painting is the beautiful scenery of the landscape, but on this scene, there is a sword mark, which cuts off the original beauty, and the sharp sword intent pierces out of the painting.

It seems that this sword intent wants to break free from this painting paper and live here.

Yang Dingzhen couldn't help but fall into it.

And the next moment, his consciousness was also detached and relieved.

Compared with the ancient paintings of the forbidden land, it is even better.

Yang Dingzhen raised his head with a blank expression, he only felt that his cognition was gradually collapsing.

At this time, I saw a smile on Zhou Xuantong's face: "It's really stupid, listen to the words of others." ”

"Guo Zhengxing said that he was inseparable from our Blood Rain Building, and broke up and left. ”

"The victory of the True Spirit Valley competition and the taking away of our ten places are just that, do you trust him like this?"

"Leave the deputy owner of our Blood Rain Building in the door, you are so bold, old thing. ”

The hand holding the drawing paper kept trembling, Yang Dingzhen's breath was instantly disordered, his eyes rolled, and his body straightened and fainted.

"Master, Master!"

"Master!"

The disciples next to him were all panicked, and the six gods had no master.

His own head, what a cultivator, what a character, is so faint.

A group of disciples, carrying the head of the door with all hands and feet, stepped back and came to the other end of the pit.

At the same time, some people took out their tents from the vows and set them up, and the real people walked into it and did not come out again.

After this scene, the whole scene instantly fell silent.

Immediately after, a commotion erupted.

"Really, absolutely really!"

"I can faint out of the real master, this ancient painting is genuine. ”

"Miscalculation, miscalculation, good things are in the family, if you don't bring it, don't you want to miss it?"

"There is still time for the opening of the True Spirit Valley, and now it is too late to rush back. ”

Zhou Xuantong also laughed, and with a wave of his sleeves, the tower gate opened, and he turned around and walked into it.

"Line up, come one by one, don't rush. As Zhou Xuantong spoke, he pointed to the invincible sea, "Maintain order, and those who make trouble will not sell paintings." ”

"Yes, Childe!"

In an instant, in the tower of the Blood Rain Tower, a temporary station, there was a lot of noise.

It's just that these people who come to buy paintings have a unified characteristic.

disguised as disguised, you can't see who is who at all.

This kind of behavior can also be understood.

After all, some forces can't afford to provoke the real one at all, so they come to buy paintings in a grand manner, and the real one comes to find their trouble, what should they do?

Zhou Xuantong didn't care, who was the person who came, just pay the bill.

In the tower, Wu Zixin sat next to Zhou Xuantong to help collect the accounts, and the Situ brothers and others also helped maintain order.

Tang Huang stood aside to prevent anyone from making trouble.

"It deserves to be my Tang Huang's grandson. Tang Huang was beside him, looking at Zhou Xuantong's eyes, full of pride.

However, she was also curious about how Zhou Xuantong did it.

can know the opponent's martial arts, and can also know the ancient painting.

Guo Zhengxing?

Others don't know, then Yang Dingzhen doesn't know, she knows the truth.

Guo Zhengxing can be described as a real rebellion.

It's just that the last words of grandson Zhou Xuantong are clearly the perfect borrowing knife to kill!

even said that the failure of the trial in the True Spirit Valley was a stroke of genius as a means for Guo Zhengxing to win trust.

Between truth and falsehood, Yang Dingzhen will not bluff it.

Seeing that sanctimonious old thing, fainting with anger vomiting blood, she also felt very happy.

His grandson was angry with himself.

As for Wu Zixin, seeing the scene of the current crowd, she couldn't cry or laugh.

His husband's means are even more masterful.

I think that at the beginning, when he was in the East Source of the Four Yuan Continent, in the court, Zhou Xuantong also used such means against Long Ange.

It's just that this time the bottom of the revelation is more ruthless.

Break its foundation, and draw wages from the bottom of the kettle.

Zhou Xuantong's behavior is simply a real one, and he will die in the end.

Happy weekend, and at the same time I will think of a fun and interactive activity to be held in the book review area.

Completing a very simple interactive goal will add more, and I hope it can make us go further.

(End of chapter)