There is a fish in the north of the underworld, its name is Kun, the Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is.

Turned into a bird, its name is Peng, Peng's back, I don't know its thousands of miles, angry and flying, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky.

This is the record of the great beast Kunpeng in the Book of Mountains and Seas.

Kun is a fish, Peng is a bird.

Kunpeng can switch between two states at will, both birds and fish, and either one is extremely powerful, not under the true dragon.

It's just that the number of Kunpeng is even rarer than that of the true dragon, and it is even extinct before the real dragon disappears.

In today's world, few people have actually seen Kunpeng, but they know that the big bird that flies into the sky between the clouds and mist at this moment is Dapeng.

Dapeng rose with the wind one day and soared up to 90,000 miles.

Mr. Er looked up at Peng Bird shuttling in the sea of clouds, and said with admiration: "I'm afraid that you are the only one in the world today who can make Peng Bird reappear." ”

This is the truth, only Su Shengwan has the ability to draw the most perfect Kunpeng in the world today.

Peng Bird fanned its wings, rolled all the clouds and mist above the sky and rolled back into the sky, the depressed feeling as if the sky was falling suddenly dissipated, and a clear light fell, it was the sunlight above the snowfield, and the brightness of the high priest falling from Pu.

The bird raised its head to the sky and let out a chirp, turning into a streamer of light and entering the black hole.

Reversing the power of the black hole that was enough to dissolve everything could not shake the Peng Bird in the slightest, and the feathers on its body were not even half disordered.

Peng Bird entered the black hole, and a little light lit up under the black hole, which was a small point of light, not as good as a candle, not as good as a lantern, and not as good as moonlight.

Such a faint shimmer of light exploding in the air did not bring any dazzling light, but only exploded gently, like a plum blossom covering the window.

It's like a little candlelight staining the moss red.

Plum blossoms can't cover the window, but candlelight can dye moss red.

The glimmer of light vanished, and with it the huge black hole that covered the sky overhead.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Mr. Er's mouth, and he looked at Su Shengwan, but his eyes became extremely bright.

It was the excitement of meeting the opponent in chess, and it was also quite joyful.

The bird passed through the black hole and could not escape in its entirety, wailing in the sky and then dying, its feathers falling downwards like snowflakes on this snowfield, and then dissipating into starlight on the way.

It is like a star sand left in the mortal dust, exuding a short-term decay, but it is enough to shake the world.

The sea of ink under his feet was still flowing, and Su Shengwan was still standing there, holding a pen in his hand, and a high mountain appeared in the painting above his head.

The second gentleman disappeared in place and galloped towards Su Shengwan.

The flowers and plants all over the ground were separated from the ground at the same time, the high mountain floated out of the painting and stopped in front of him, Su Shengwan raised the pen to draw the ink, and the ink flowed like a clear river.

Mr. Two looked at all this expressionlessly, and there was no movement in his hands, just walking forward, quickly and plainly.

There was a faint aura around his body, like the most primitive milky color, not intense, but very distinct.

He stepped on the flowers and plants, stepped over the mountains, crossed the Qinghe River and appeared in front of Su Shengwan, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and the sea of ink under Su Shengwan's feet suddenly became boiling, and the ink began to burn and slowly evaporate under the boiling heat.

Mr. Two raised his hand.

The sunlight fell on his hand, and he held the sunlight in his palm, and placed his palm on Su Shengwan's forehead.

The sky and the earth seem to have become brighter, and no snowflakes have fallen on the southern snowfield since Chen Luo and Congpu took off, and this ray of sunlight is very dazzling.

Su Shengwan was still holding a pen, and a small boat appeared on the hot sea of ink, and he stood on the boat, the sail covering the sunlight in front of his forehead.

A dragon flew out of the boiling sea of ink, and the dragon rolled and condensed black clouds, bringing up eight hundred miles of clouds.

Mr. Two turned sideways, and the sunlight in his palm turned into a plum blossom.

The plum blossom fell on the dragon's head.

The dragon formed by the condensation of ink let out a miserable scream and was forcibly evaporated, and Su Shengwan's body fell backwards, sliding out a long distance above the sea of ink.

The wooden boat beneath his feet became broken, and the white clothes on his body were stained blood-red, but the boiling sea of ink calmed down, and the burning flames disappeared.

The sea is connected to the Qing River, and the river water is sprinkled on Mr. Er's body.

The river turned into a sword, and there was an anxious clash of gold and iron, and the second gentleman pulled back, and the corner of his shirt was torn.

The fish was tumbling and jumping above the sea of ink, Su Shengwan stood on the broken wooden boat and watched him, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his chest, and said lightly: "The high priest has a total of six disciples, the most calm Mr. Big, the strongest Mr. Three, the most ruthless Mr. Four, the most domineering Mr. Five, the smartest Mr. Six, these names have been passed down by word of mouth in the Tang Kingdom, from the princes and nobles to the peddlers and pawns. ”

"But only Mr. Er's reputation is the lightest, they say that Mr. Two is the most modest, nothing special, I have seen a lot of heroes and heroes, and the reason why everyone in it is loved and respected is because of their character characteristics, each of them has an extremely prominent and eye-catching characteristic. ”

"But Mr. Two didn't, I used to think that the nine sons of Long Sheng were different, maybe Mr. Two was not very good. ”

He didn't continue, but stopped his voice and looked at Mr. Er.

Mr. Two did not wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, nor did he continue to launch an offensive here, but asked curiously, "Then what do you think now?"

Su Shengwan said: "My thoughts have not changed, it is still the same as before, Mr. Er is the most mediocre one among the six disciples, if it weren't for the emotional constraints of master and apprentice and senior brother, what you want to do most should be to find a place to practice quietly, away from these life and death fights, you don't care about fame and fortune, there are no things you like and dislike, you will still look at the clouds floating in front of you, but you will not change in the past." ”

"The last leaf that falls in the autumn is distressing, but you will only feel distressed but you will not pick it up and hang it on the tree again, your heart is calm, you are not attached to everything, because everything seems to you to have regrets, but it is not important. ”

"There is no desire, there is no desire, there is no desire, you are the most unwanted, the most mediocre among the six disciples of Pu, you are often the most surprising. ”

This should be a compliment.

Mr. Two nodded with a smile, and his eyes became brighter and brighter: "It's rare to have a confidant in life, and I don't want to kill you now." ”

Mountains and rivers.

I see green mountains.

Confidants are the most difficult to find, but they are all opponents.

It's like Li Xiu and Zhibai.

It's like Zifei and Mr. Three.

Just like Su Shengwan and Mr. Er.

Su Shengwan sighed, he was also very regretful, and he also knew Congpu's previous regrets.

He said, "Unfortunately, I'm going to kill you." ”