Legend of the Great Saint

Liu Chuanfeng is surprised, is this still Han Jong-chi? I don't remember how she had such a beautiful, more admirable five-body throw in Li Qingshan.

Sun Fu Prala his sleeve, Liu Chuanfeng woke up and hurried away.

Qian Danqing even glanced at it and dared not look at it again. With the painter's acute eyes, he recognized it at first glance. This was the woman who yelled to accompany him after he was drunk the other day. She saw her ugliness by such a beautiful woman. Qian Danqing almost had to cover up and was afraid to recognize her.

But in Han Jong-chi's eyes, there is no one around at this moment.

Li Qingshan grabbed Han Qiongzhi's hand and laughed: “When I win, let's go play in Qinghe Fu!” Though the rowing is cheap to take advantage of, the noise of the place is more suited to her nature!

Han Qiongzhi's face was slightly red: “If you win, I'll give you a gift as a reward. ”

Li Qingshan couldn't help but measure her up and down. She was tied up by a knitted belt. She seemed to break her clothes and pull out her crisp chest. She held up her long skirt's butt. It was even more thought-provoking. The so-called gift was nothing but...

Han Jong-chi scolded: "Don't think nonsense, it's just a gift. ”

“Then let's go swimming in the lake!” Li Qingshan appended to her ear softly. If she was not held in her arms, she would caress her freely. It would be a violent object.

“Don't even think about it.” Han Jong-chi glanced at him and pushed him. Go!

Hundreds of disciples on the stands took this scene into their eyes. Li Qingshan and Han Jongzhi became couples, although it was no longer a secret. But I couldn't help but marvel at the scene with my own eyes.

“Second Sister has been acting like a different person lately. Even wearing this kind of clothing, Li Qingshan doesn't know what kind of virtue this kid has accumulated?” A French disciple exclaimed that Han Jong-chi had never cared about what to wear before.

“Don't blush. Now you can at least fill your eyes. That used to be really fierce...”

“How was it? ”

When they raised their heads, they saw that Han Qiongzhi had arrived in front of them, staring at them, their hearts trembling, and hurried to salute them: "Second Sister. ”

“Huh, I'll teach you a lesson when I get back!” Han Qiongzhi had no anger on his face. He saw Wang Park Zheng waving to himself and gently stepped onto the platform and came to Wang Park Shi's side.

When they looked at each other, they both relieved themselves at the same time. Second Sister's recent temper was excellent.

At this time, Li Qingshan stepped in and welcomed a cheer. He came from the usual Li Qingshan and smelled like a civilian hero.

Two long cases, on both ends of the grand martial arts field, Li Qingshan and Tian Danqing stood behind the long case, across long distances, looking at each other, sight connected, spark shot.

Changqing Liu read out the rules of the contest and affirmed the bet agreed by both parties: “Please prepare the two chief disciples! ”

“Heavenly Girl scatter!” Han Jungzhi frowned.

“What's that?” Wong Park Shin wondered that, although he was much taller than Han Jong-chi, these interesting times were not as good as those of his disciples. Moreover, Han Qiongzhi, because of Li Qingshan, conducted a special survey of the Master Dao. Naturally, this famous painting is not strange.

After listening to Han Jungzhi's explanation, Wang Park Shin smiled: “Looks like the boy is going to win an enemy back. You should be careful, Jongzhi. ”

"“ Even the leader is going to make fun of me, "said Han Jong-jie." I don't believe I'm any better than a painting! ”

Wang Park Shin smiled: “Not necessarily. ”

“If you say it again, I won't stand here.” Han Qiongzhi took a beating, and she also heard that many practitioners spent a lot of money to ask the master for a beautiful picture, hung in the cave, summoned to swing, not to worry.

“Okay, okay, stop, look, here we go. ”

No one is curious about this book and painting showdown. In what way will the two of them win or lose?

Just saw that Danqing had opened the axis of the painting on the long case, and shouted: “Li Qingshan, this painting is called" Hell's Gift ". I spent three months conceiving it, three months painting it. It's extremely scary. If I had to, I wouldn't want to paint it like this. If you were smart, you'd still have time to admit that you lost, otherwise you might even get hurt later! ”

Taoist Master Dao stood on the high stage behind Taoist Qing. He saw the painting at first sight. He was also full of shock. He caressed and laughed. He was comforted. Taoist Qing not only inherited his skill, but would surely bring Qing out of blue over blue.

This battle has been won!

Li Qingshan put a thin album on the long case: “This book took me an hour to conceive, one day to produce, one month to spread, I don't know how it works, so come to experience it! ”

“Aoyama, you got the wrong book!” Liu Chuanfeng was also on the high stage not far behind Li Qingshan, and his face was anxious.

Li Qingshantou also waved back: “Don't worry, that's right! ”

“Now that you're so obsessed, experience the horrors of hell!” Qingdan Qingdao pointed like a sword, a finger forward, and the painting flew up.

Intense colors, full of drawing paper, but only one color - red!

Red, red, red, red. Red mountains, strange; boundless seas of fire, burning bears; long rivers of blood and red, sweeping and flowing.

All those who focus their gaze on this painting are shocked, a frenzied notion of terror and madness. What a hell of a picture this is, as if there were countless evil demons in it, suffering endlessly.

Gradually, this fantasy became real, and a demon jumped from the mountains, hovered in the sea of fire, floated in the river of blood, and rushed out of the painting.

Tall bodies, red skin, twisted limbs, hoarse growls, empty eyes, infinite resentment and hatred. One, two, dozens of evil spirits climb out of the painting, as if climbing out of hell to avenge the world.

At this moment, it's like a nightmare come true!

Many of the nuns changed their faces as the stands screamed.

Han Jongzhi doesn't feel scared. Compared to the ancient style city of the past, Black Lotus Tank master's means of killing people, this hell lacks some sense, just worried for Li Qingshan.

Wang Park Shin laughed: “The smell from Hell Road. This painting is very suitable for my family. It can be regarded by the old man as a closed disciple, and cultivated for 10 years. It is certainly not an easy generation. Li Qingshan is in trouble. ”

Qian Danqing remembered his situation when he first closed the painting, often drawing, suddenly rolling on the ground with regret, shameful head hit the wall.

Thinking of his 10 years of painstaking, just out of the mountains, he became the laughingstock of all, no longer liked by the nuns, he was going mad, as if he were in hell, burned by fire.

Ultimately, he injected this insanity into the painting and conceived this "Hell's Gift" to draw endless evils in all its space.

Li Qingshan, you asked for this!

Li Qingshan's face smiled unchanged and said: "By the way, I forgot to mention the name of my book.” Suddenly he looked serious, waved his hand, and drank: “Come out, Mary the Pen! ”

The Great Derivative Charm, suddenly burst out the radiant light, as Li Qingshan waved the action, the beliefs, willpower, convergence and condensation of millions of people.

A teenager with a grass hat with a brush on his head appeared in the grand martial arts, with big eyebrows, a face of justice, standing in front of a group of ghosts, but without fear.

Han Qiongzhi was surprised: "This is it! ”

Full of silence, Chu Tian laughed: “Li Qingshan, do you want to win by children? This guy wasn't who you were, was he? I hear you're from the village, too. ”

Chu Tian, since he was defeated by Li Qingshan, did not resist, lay on his back to taste the courage, ready to avenge Snow Hate. Just think about that thing, he still can't show it in front of everyone. Only then will he endure it. Seeing Li Qingshan fail, it is a great joy in his life.

Though the other hundred disciples will no longer laugh indiscriminately at Li Qingshan, the thoughts in their hearts, like Chu Tian, how can such an ordinary teenager have the strength to fight evil ghosts?

Compared to the horrors of Hell's Talent, this pen Malene is really like a joke.

“Geez, this is fucked up!” Liu Chuanfeng was in a hurry.

Sun Fubao calmly said: “Brother, don't rush, Qingshan has his share. Recently I have heard a rumor.” A rumor about the Kamikaze Malian.

“Li Qingshan, you are despicable!” Ma Liang, half a teenager with a poor face, looked at him as if he had seen himself and asked him to drive the devil to slaughter him, and he was absolutely intolerant.

“Despicable?” Li Qingshan was strange, but ignored so much.

Mary focused on her face, lifted her pen, and painted in the void. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

In amazing eyes, a golden boot, banging, stepped on the grand martial arts field.

A golden armored man with a golden armor walked out of the void, pointing directly at the devil.

The golden nail god's figure, simple and childish, even had a pair of golden wings behind him, like a child's fantasy of heavenly soldiers, but the momentum emitted was no longer under the devil. Chu Tian smiled and suddenly shut his mouth.

Big mouth, isn't that their painter's ability? How can a novelist's illusionist figure have such a means?

"'Danqing, what are you waiting for? ”

The Golden Armor God swept his wings and rose to face the rising pride of the East, diving down and turning into a golden light. Jingo pierced a demon in his hand and the demon shuddered and spread.

When Qingdan Qingdan reacted, the demons roared at the Golden Armor God. Once again, the Golden Armor God flew up into the sky, holding Jingo in his hand, circling back and forth.

The despair on Liu Chuanfeng's face turned into a surprise. Han Qiongzhi shouted: "Aoyama, good job. ”

Li Qingshan felt a little distressed by his desire to consume. This is not true qi, use a little less. At this time, I couldn't care less. In front of my girlfriend, it always hurts and beats this game!

Malone drew the second golden nail god with a pen in his hand and walked out of the void.

“Danqing, today, I'm going to defeat you with the means of a painter to show you, our novelist is amazing! ”

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