The person who spoke was a scholar, dressed in Confucian clothes, and carrying a cage on his back.

I saw him come to Jin Shaobai's side, and sat down as if no one was around, took out the easel, put the paper on the paper, and picked up the brush.

But instead of painting immediately, he stared at the star-picking platform, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

“......”

Looking at the scholar who suddenly appeared, Jin Shaobai couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

If it weren't for the scholar's voice just now, he might not have noticed it until this person got close.

"Under the surname Jin Shaobai!"

Jin Shaobai raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't know what Your Excellency is called?"

Although the scholar only has the cultivation of the god transformation realm, his elusive nature should not be underestimated.

"Ghost Confucian painter, Wu Ming!"

The scholar smiled evilly, "Don't be busy chatting, and watch the battle first, today's martial arts fight is rare to see, and it should not be missed." ”

The moment the words fell, there was a roar in the sky above the star-picking platform.

Seeing this, Jin Shaobai hurriedly raised his eyes and looked.

Bang Bang Bang –

After rising to the heights, the pheasant and Yuan Qianqiu directly set off a battle.

The pheasant's poisonous palm is continuous, the palm is grand, poisoning the mountains and rivers, and the move is fatal.

Yuan Qianqiu erected his palm as a knife, slashed horizontally and vertically, the knife burst out, opened and closed, and was full of urgency in the domineering and madness.

The palms collided, the evil light shone around, and the energy swept in all directions, terrifying and powerful, shocking.

The two of them in the fierce battle were not afraid of the aftermath at all, one move was just exhausted, and one move was made again, attacking quickly and defending, and the exchange of offense and defense was extremely frequent.

Soon, only the evil light that burst out of the void could be seen.

As for the two in the fierce battle, they couldn't see clearly, and they completely turned into a phantom.

Jin Shaobai's eyes appeared yin and yang diagrams, and with the energy of yin and yang spiritual pupils, he could see the confrontation between the two sides clearly.

"Both of them are so strong!"

The battle between the pheasant and Yuan Qianqiu was very intense, but the two of them looked like they were playing in the court, and there was no trace of nervousness on their faces.

This shows that they are not doing their best.

In other words, the battle so far has simply tested each other.

But just that's what it's already scary.

Jin Shaobai secretly compared, confronting any of them, without using the Infernal Gate to escape, he didn't seem to have any chance of winning.

As for the blood gourd, it would be useful.

But the premise is that the two of them don't have a magic weapon that can protect the original god.

Otherwise, if he fails to kill with one blow, he will lose his chance, and he will definitely die.

But even Yue Guanying has the Guardian God Bead to protect the Yuan God, will the Pheasant and Yuan Qianqiu, who are the leaders of the faction, be there?

In addition, the strength of these two is also reflected in one point, that is, under the Yin and Yang Spirit Pupil, Jin Shaobai can't find a flaw.

In a static situation, it is not difficult to keep the flaws exposed.

For example, he and Su Yan can do it.

However, under the dynamics, it is difficult to ensure that there are no flaws.

The reason why this is so, Jin Shaobai analyzed, there are two reasons:

First, the pheasant and Yuan Qianqiu are really strong, with excellent strength and no flaws;

Second, his blood refining immortal recipe is not hot enough, so that the current Yin Yang Spirit Pupil can't see through the flaws of these two.

Jin Shaobai estimates that the second one is more likely!

The strength of the spear and the shield also depends on their respective strengths, and the strong spear is the shield break.

Otherwise, the spear cannot break the shield.

Between the yin and yang spirit pupils and flaws, the same is true.

Just as Jin Shaobai was watching the battle and groaning, the ghost Confucian painter next to him was full of praise.

"Tut-tut...... Master, scary, exciting!"

Wu Ming was quite excited, the brush in his hand trembled, as if he wanted to put down the pen to paint, but he put it down.

Affected by his voice, Jin Shaobai was distracted and paid attention to Wu Ming.

He was also suspicious of this strange ghost and Confucian painter, after all, Wu Ming's identity was mysterious and his motives were unknown.

But his attention was quickly pulled back.

Rumble!

In the earth-shattering loud noise, the evil light illuminates the heavens and the earth, and the night is like day.

After the pheasant and Yuan Qianqiu fought each other again, they stood on their own side, and the momentum on the two of them was still as strong as a rainbow.

"The warm-up is over, let's see the real trick!"

The pheasant snorted coldly, his hands flashed, and the poisonous soul gloves appeared.

In an instant, her whole person's aura became even colder and more gloomy, and the poisonous mist around her body was permeating, devouring all life.

"That's what I mean!"

Yuan Qianqiu laughed and showed his magic weapon.

I saw that there was a red glow shining in his hand, and a long knife appeared, nine feet long, with fire and flames, extremely powerful.

This knife is called Yan Huang, and his natal treasure knife can greatly increase the power of his blood knife technique.

With a knife in hand, the power is even greater.

Under the night sky, Yuan Qianqiu is like a burning sun, unshakable and unshakable.

But the pheasant was unmoved, and the fierce killing move was launched instantly.

"Bird Thousand Birds Eater Soul!"

The ghost glove of the poisonous soul flickered, and it emitted an eerie and terrifying palm, and thousands of birds turned into poisonous clouds, and pressed them black and gloomy.

Everywhere it passed, there was endless darkness, endless dead silence, and even the starlight was swallowed up.

The oppressive aura was overwhelming and permeating all directions, making everyone and life on the Yin Wind Ridge feel this terrible pressure.

Yuan Qianqiu's personality is arrogant, but in the face of this poisonous palm, he does not dare to take it lightly.

"Endless Beacon!"

I saw that his eyebrows were flamboyant, Zhenyuan was urging, Yanhuang was swirling, ten thousand fires were flying, and countless swords were swept wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the night sky turned into a sea of sword fire.

Bang!

Palms, swords, poisonous clouds, and a sea of fire, the instantaneous collision of extreme moves, and the terrifying energy turbulence.

Everyone only felt that there was only chaos left in front of them, and they lost the figures of the pheasant and Yuan Qianqiu again.

And the next moment, another earth-shattering bang burst out.

An even more terrifying wave of energy rushed out of that chaos, and the entire heaven and earth trembled.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

......

The deafening, chest-pounding sound was incessant, and the void above the star-picking platform seemed to have fallen into the apocalypse.

Black and gloomy, like a huge black hole swirling.

Jin Shaobai's pupils froze, he thought that he now had the strength to fight with Yuan Qianqiu, but now it seems that there is a big gap.

Being able to hold the bull's ears of a faction, Yuan Qianqiu is indeed extraordinary, and it can't be measured only by the cultivation of the out-of-body realm.

The same is true for the poisonous female pheasant.

To be a hegemon, there is no simple one.

He will need to accumulate for a while longer to be able to compete with these people.

"Tut-tut...... Awesome, exciting, let's go!"

Wu Ming was excited, as if inspiration had finally come, and the paintbrush in his hand swayed.

Although it is not inked, the ink is natural.

Woowoo woo –

As Wu Ming kept painting, the howls of ghosts rang out.

A misty trace appeared on the drawing paper.

At first glance, it looks like a ghost drawing, but if you look closely, you will find that it is caused by the constant change of ghosts.

After finishing one painting, Wu Ming did not stop and drew another one.

After the two portraits were completed, he was satisfied, and his face was full of smiles, "Tut-tut...... Success, perfection, and pleasure!"

"Hmph, ghost Confucian painter, painting with ghosts ......"

Jin Shaobai stared at Wu Ming, and did not hide his murderous intentions at all, "If you have the courage to make a fool of yourself in front of me, Wu Ming, I will really let you lose your life!"

As soon as the words fell, the evil shadow was in his hand, and the killing move was sacrificed.