Draft, try to change it in the early morning!

Who would want to be the raw material for someone else's painting, let alone Wang Ruoli. Wang Ruoli observed the scholar's performance, but the other party didn't seem to care much at all, watching in the sand painting, looking left and right, as if he was looking for Wang Ruoli's position in the painting.

Wang Ruoli's face was full of solemnity, the other party's clouds were light and light, especially his own divine sense, he couldn't detect the depth of the other party, and he was even more panicked.

Wang Ruo stepped from his feet, observing the scholar's situation, his body swept away, and without stopping, the imperial sword flew out of the pavilion directly.

The scholar was still looking at the sand painting happily, gesturing in his hands, looking for a position.

Wang Ruoli had already flown out of the attic, and suddenly, the sand on the sandbar outside the attic flew out of the sky, turned into a bell-shaped, and directly headed Wang Ruoli inside.

Wang Ruoli was shocked, seeing that he was covered by the sand bell, and he couldn't afford the sword, and fell on the sand.

At this time, how dare Wang Ruoli keep it, Qiu Feng's sword technique is great, and he uses his spiritual power to fight hard, and the fierce sword style is rushing.

It's a pity that the fierce sword move hit the sand bell, but it only trembled slightly.

Wang Ruoli made several powerful sword moves one after another, but only dropped a handful of sand on the sand bell.

Wang Ruo's head was afraid of shock, and the other party's casual move actually trapped him completely, and this power was far better than the old man's painting as a prison.

Wang Ruo thought about it, such a scene, what should I do, that scholar must look like a big demon, how could he be so unlucky, when he came into the cave, he met such a strong man.

After thinking about it, there is still no countermeasure. Through the gray and yellow color of the sand clock, you can slightly see the scholars in the attic.

After a while, the scholar made an evaluation of the sand painting, and seemed to have thought about the best position to put Wang Ruoli.

A few smiles flashed across his face, and he walked out of the attic.

At this moment, there was a sudden tremor under the sandbar, and a stream of sand erupted. Rising in the sky.

The sudden change made the scholar, who had always been calm and breezy, change his face. When I raised my hand and grabbed it, the sand in front of me spread out to both sides, like a gust of wind blowing, blowing out the sand at the tuyere, revealing the scene inside.

But seeing that inside the sandbar, there were two people, and the one standing next to him was Murong Xiao, the king of Zhuolu, and the one who was sitting and cultivating in the middle was Murong Bobo.

Although his figure was revealed, Murong Xiao couldn't hide the joy on his face, and said respectfully: "Congratulations to the imperial grandson, breaking through the Yuanying level and officially becoming a Linghou powerhouse." ”

Murong Bobo opened his eyes, his face was full of joy, and he smiled at Murong and thanked him: "Thank you Uncle Xiao for protecting the Dharma, my nephew is very grateful." ”

"The emperor's grandson is polite, this king is ordered by his father-in-law, and he should protect you well. Murong smiled politely.

On the other side, the scholar walked over angrily and said angrily: "It turned out to be the imperial grandson of the Yan Dynasty and the king of Zhuolu." "Such a grandiose coming, hiding without saying it, is called a thief, and taking it without telling it, it is called stealing!" is really embarrassing for his later life.

"We didn't inform the sandbar demon in advance, and borrowed the sandbar to break through, indeed

Take the liberty of inviting the sandbank demon Haihan. Murong said with a smile.

"Hmph!" Qingjun scholar Shazhou was even more angry when he heard this, "The late-born sandbar spirit and demonic qi are not so easy to take. "The sand painting that happened to be born late has not yet been a child of the royal family, and today there is another imperial grandson, which can add a lot of color.

"He will come again one day to plead guilty. Murong Xiao took a step back, secretly on guard.

The sandbar was cold, his hands were raised, and the sand around him was whistling.

Seeing this, Murong smiled, his brows were a little solemn. I want to fight with the spiritual power in my hands.

The two fought a few moves in the air, and it was faintly visible that Murong Xiao still had the upper hand.

"A smile is immortal", Murong smiled and fought hard, knocked back the sandbar, stumbled a few times, and retreated to the attic.

Shazhou covered his injured chest, his face was even heavier, and he whistled for a long time, with a demonic sound in the whistle, which made people tremble inexplicably when they heard it.

Murong Xiao saw that his face was a little solemn, and he retreated to Murong Bobo's side, flashing a little hesitation.

Seeing Murong Xiao's smiling look, Murong Bobo couldn't help asking, "Uncle Xiao, what's wrong?"

"The situation is a little bad, I didn't expect this sandbar to be defeated, so I directly shouted out the magic voice and called other big demons. He said to Murong Bobo behind him: "Imperial grandson, you withdraw first, and we will meet in the old place." ”

The battle between the strong of the Spirit King, for fear of harming the pond fish, Murong Bobo did not delay at all,

(End of chapter)