Jun Changxiao came down from the second layer of hell, which surprised Tie Yihou, and then led his subordinates to surround him, but he was all solved by the opponent's AOE indiscriminate ultimate.

Of course.

The main culprit of the three layers of hell has ability, and the physical defense is incomparable to the first two, so although it is a bit painful to resist at a glance, at least it can stand, and at least retain most of its combat power.

Merely......

If you do it again, the gods will be hard to beat!

"Friend!"

Tie Yi Hou let go of his clenched fist and said softly: "If you have something to say, say it well!"

This guy is not bad, Di Ting and Huo Yan Demon didn't have time to admit it, and they were abused and lost their combat effectiveness.

"I'm going to be the boss of the three hells. ”

Jun Chang smiled lightly and said, "Do you agree or oppose?"

"This ......"

When Tie Yihou was still thinking about it, he pointed to the country and flashed light.

He didn't dare to say a word, I bet that there were no bullets in your gun, so he could only hurriedly say: "Agree, agree!"

"The soul source is handed over. ”

"Friend, you're a little too ......"

"Whew!"

The light of pointing out the country was great, and the iron-clothed marquis's buttocks suddenly felt cold, and he hurriedly said: "Surrender!"

As a result, the main culprit sitting in the third layer of hell surrendered without half a chapter, and did not give any opportunity to expand the plot at all.

"Wait here. ”

After obtaining the soul origin, Jun Chang smiled lightly and said, "I'll go to the next layer to have a look." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the teleportation array.

Seeing this, Tie Yi Hou exclaimed in his heart: "This guy can't be knocked down from the first or second floor, right?"

......

Because the two special move CDs of the country were used up, he resumed his pen after entering the next layer of hell.

"Even if you have a CD, it doesn't necessarily work. Jun Chang smiled and said secretly.

In the face of the Iron Clothed Hou, it is obvious that he is a little weak at a glance, and the strength of the fourth-layer boss is definitely stronger.

However.

What surprised Jun Chang smiled.

When he entered the four layers of hell in the new ship, and then used the shrinking Dafa to solve the internal martial artist, the main culprit who came out was actually a white-robed old man with a wind immortal dao bone.

He held an iron pen in his hand and said, "Xiaoyou also likes to dance and ink?"

The voice is amiable and free of any hostility.

Jun Changxiao could also see from his eyes that although the other party's strength was strong, he was by no means the kind of heinous bad guy, so he sneered in his heart: "It seems that the Starry Sky Fortress convicts others according to its own laws. ”

Let him be right.

When it comes to judging and imprisoning prisoners, the fortress has always followed its own laws, and even if you spit in the universe at will, you may be convicted.

If it is authorized by the upper realm, it is okay to have the crime of convicting the martial artist, but he has not come up with a valid certificate, which is a bit of a policeman who maintains the peace of the universe.

"Know a little bit about it?"

"What about poetry and songs?"

"It's ok. ”

The white-haired old man smiled: "Xiaoyou came down from above, and you want to compete with the old man?"

"Nope. ”

Jun Changxiao shook his head and denied: "I'm here to find someone." ”

Such an old man who is very well-bred in words and deeds, he will definitely not follow the previous domineering path.

What's more, aside from the pleasure of wanting to dominate the prison, he really just wanted to find the Nine Great Martial Emperors, but unfortunately he still couldn't find a few layers of hell.

The system said: "If you follow the traditional plot, the people or things you need often have to be a lot on the water before they appear at the end. ”

"You're not afraid of being banned?"

"Come on, come on, Lao Tzu has been slapped in the face so many times, I don't want to do it for a long time!"

......

"Is there someone you're looking for on the fourth floor?"

"Nope. ”

"In this way, Xiaoyou is probably going to the fifth layer to look for it, so ...... Only by defeating the old decay can it be passed. ”

The white-haired old man always has a smile on his face and always has the demeanor of a master.

"Seniors. ”

Jun Chang smiled helplessly and said, "Do you have to go to the step of using a knife and a gun?"

In just a short exchange, he had already determined that this white-haired old man was by no means the kind of bad old man who would suddenly turn black, so he hoped to let himself pass by mouth cannons.

"No, no, no. ”

The white-haired old man said: "I, Xingyunzi, rarely use knives and guns with others in my life, if I have to fight it out." ”

Speaking of this, he held up the iron pen and said, "I will use it." ”

“......”

Jun Chang smiled, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The brush that this old man holds is similar to his own guidance, but every hair is made of minerals similar to iron, is it possible that the fight is all about poking?

"Brush!"

Just then, something flew over.

Jun Changxiao was immediately vigilant, but after a closer look, he found that it was a very large piece of rice paper flying in, and then hanging vertically in front of him.

"Since Xiaoyou also has a pen and is proficient in poetry and songs, we will use pen and ink to divide the winners and losers today. ”

Nebula asked, "What do you think?"

It's a lot of fun.

However, Jun Chang smiled and said: "Pen and ink are not a competition of psionic energy and strength, how can we distinguish the winner from the loser?"

Xingyunzi said: "The words written by everyone have a different charm and a special soul, as long as they are compared, they can naturally distinguish the winner from the loser." ”

"Just writing?" Jun Chang smiled.

"Of course. ”

Xingyunzi said with a smile: "If Xiaoyou is very researched about his own poems, he can also write them, and words and poems are the same, both have an inner soul." ”

"Good!"

Jun Chang smiled and arched his hand: "Then replace martial arts with a pen!"

"Please!"

"You are the longest, you please first. ”

Xingyunzi did not give in, and lightly raised the iron pen in his hand, and the power of the non-martial arts poured from the thin palm into the nib, and then jumped up and wrote on the rice paper.

Every stroke, every stroke.

All exude an otherworldly atmosphere!

"This is the master!"

Jun Changxiao was deeply shocked just from the perspective of a bystander, and even from the other party's frustration, he seemed to feel that although he did not belong to the martial arts, he had the same meaning of the same end.

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

Xingyunzi wrote down extremely elegantly, until it fell in place, the tip of the iron pen in his hand gradually dimmed, and the rice paper erected behind him had two lines of words written - the pen drawing was dusty, and the dotted color was depicted.

"Seniors!"

Although Jun Changxiao is not an elegant person, although he has not studied poetry, he can also see a tendency to swallow mountains and rivers from the two paragraphs, especially the handwriting is quite good, and it can be framed and collected!

"Little friend!"

Xingyunzi said: "Please!"

"It's ugly!" Jun Chang smiled a little on his tiptoes, and the whole person flew up, pointing to the flashing light of the country, and then wrote with a large pen on rice paper.

Although Gou Yu's personality is a bit cheap, he is still quite talented in writing, especially when he rises in the air, a force from the East emerges around him!

The great Huaxia Jun often smiled, he inherited the fine traditions of Huaxia, the poet immortal Li Bai, the poet saint Du Fu, and the poet ghost Li He at this moment the soul possessed, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone!

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

Write the wind and thunder, and work together!

Nebula frowned at first, then his expression was slightly glazed, and finally he became ecstatic.

"Step!"

After a while, Jun Chang's smile fell, if it wasn't for his hairlessness, he would definitely shake his head in front of the camera like Xiu Nian.

As for the rice paper behind him, it was written-

10,000 poems.

Wine thousands.

How many times have you looked at the Hou Wang!

The system roared: "After doing it for a long time, I still copy the ancient poems of my ancestors!"

"Me. ”

Jun Changxiao stood proudly with his hands behind his back and said, "Are you proud?"

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PS, p. 5 more.