Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan sharply pointed his finger at the album on the long case, and the page of Lala's book suddenly turned, the story rushed past and suddenly stopped on the last painting.

Just try this!

Either he uses Mary Leung as the medium and summons the painting directly with his will!

That's the end of this fairy tale...

Mary was captured in the palace and the emperor asked him to draw a treasure tree. Mary raised her hand and drew a sea. The emperor was very upset when he saw it and scolded: “I let you paint the money tree, who let you paint the sea!” Mary drew another island in the sea, a tall, big tree: “Isn't this a rocking tree? ”

The emperor immediately rejoiced: "Paint a boat! I'm going to the ocean to shake the money!” Mary drew a very large wooden boat, and the emperor boarded the boat with his mother-in-law, his prince, his princess, and many general ministers. Mary drew a few more winds and the big boat started.

The Emperor thought the boat was moving too slowly and shouted at the bow: “Wind up! Wind up!” Mary had a few winds and the wooden boat rushed to the center of the ocean. Mary added a few more winds, the sea growled, rolled up and swung, and the ship rocked and swayed. The emperor was scared and shouted out to Mary: "Enough wind, enough wind!” Ma Liang pretended not to hear, painted the wind constantly, the sea became angry, and the waves swept onto the ship.

The big boat leaned, the boat was chaotic, and the emperor held the mast of the boat and shouted, “The wind is too big! The boat is going upside down! Stop painting!” Mary ignored him, still couldn't stop the painting wind, the wind grew bigger, many thick clouds, lightning thunder, storm, sea water like a collapsed high wall, smashed to the big boat...

Han Qiongzhi couldn't stand to see it anymore, only worried that Li Qingshan couldn't bear the blow of failure, thought about how to comfort him later, without hurting his self-esteem, after all, he was so proud. Give him something like that, and he'll be happy. Bigger than that, let him fulfill the wishes of the previous days.

She suddenly heard a wave. It was a long way from the lake. How could there be waves? Immediately afterwards, the smell of saltiness entered the tip of her nose, and she suddenly looked up.

A huge wave like a high wall, standing in front of Li Qingshan.

“The sea is infinite! ”

Li Qingshan pushed his hand forward, the giant waves poured, rolling toward the fiery fire, Hard Sheng will force the Hellfire in front of him and push him back into the field.

Fire tongues and waves want to touch and turn into vapors, but at the same time more water and fire come up.

Heavy collisions over long lines of demarcation, steam rolling up, like a wolf smoke, formed a white fog wall and dissipated by the disappearance of willpower.

In the roar, the water extinguishes the fire, and the fire evaporates the water. This is the comparison of water and fire.

Soon, however, the giant waves depleted the momentum to move forward, evaporated by the flames, suppressed by the flames, came up again, and were immediately photographed by the second giant wave.

Qian Danqing's face was reflected by the fire red, slightly distorted, even his eyes flashed red light, nearly insane, constantly provoked "Hellfire", more Hellfire erupted, he shouldered the Master's expectations, the painter's hopes, and the nominal painted wife, this battle must not be lost, never!

Li Qingshan has long ignored the consumption of willpower. Fantasy has turned into a giant wave. Yunfeng Island is a good place. How can you give it to others? If you lose, you can now pay for all the willpower consumed. Moreover, he smiled and could not be ashamed in front of his future wife and husband.

Circular grand martial arts, divided into two pieces, red and blue. It's the hell of fire and the ocean of water, a twisted line, constantly moving backwards and backwards, heavily glued.

The sound of fire, the sound of water, deafening.

Everyone was stunned by this shocking spell confrontation. They thought they had seen the battle between Li Qingshan and Chutian. They would no longer be surprised by the struggle of gas refiners.

If Chutian and Li Qingshan duel, they only occasionally show a means like the founding brothers. Now Li Qingshan and Qian Danqing's methods have completely exceeded the standards of gas refiner, and look nothing like Brother Ji's.

The painters are just like that, but Li Qingshan's display is really ridiculed by them for a long time. The power of the novelist, and Li Qingshan's cultivation is only the seventh floor of gas refining. Have they always underestimated the novelist?

Master Qiu frowned tightly, worried to look at Qiu Danqing's full back, never expected Li Qingshan to have such strength. With regard to the novelist's means, he has also learned that it should be limited by the Great Derivative Charm. This situation is obviously a large number of people. For his book, he has reached the level of certainty. How is it possible for the district to do this for six months?

Liu Chuanfeng stopped cheering, stood on the high stage, his mouth wide open, his hands high, as if it were a solidified statue. Stretched his strength, as if he was pushing a giant wave.

Sun Fubai looked at the scene almost greedily, and his face blended with sadness. Yes, that's what Master, depicting to them, the power of the novelist, once he doubted, now, Li Qingshan proves to them, to everyone.

Novelist, not garbage. God gave this son to the novelist.

Han Qiongzhi grabbed his hands and glanced at Li Qingshan with fascination. Hate could not tell everyone, this is her man. Of course, actually, everybody knows.

Wang Park Zheng shook his head. This kid is amazing! It's only been a year. If we give him time to develop, how far can we go? The Han family did find a good son-in-law. He must be a great general in the future.

At this moment, however, the Han 'an Army is rejoicing, but there is a hint of fear, and it is clear that this great life, she wants to take her time to experience it.

The dust dust stared at the dirty man who was pouring wine into his mouth. “Master, you're regretting it again. ”

"“ Whoever regrets it will regret it! "exclaimed Dirt.” I have to admit, there is a bit of regret in my heart, the novelist Farmen can be brought to such a situation by him. If it is the Daoist Farmen, wouldn't it be even more powerful? Alas, I should have known that. It would have been nice to have been polite to this kid. I have scolded many disciples, only your mother dared to blow my hair with me!

At this time, the glow on Hell's Talent gradually dimmed, and no painting, no matter how much he poured into the painter's heart, was infinite in strength.

Although Li Qingshan's illusioned water is only ordinary water, it is slightly worse than the flame. But the five rows of sandwiches, the water is easy to quench fire, but the fire to evaporate who, to consume great power.

Li Qingshan violently launched a bigger and higher wave, and I didn't want to let go of the wisdom accumulated over the past six months, and see how long you can hold up!

Qian Dan's eyes cracked and continued to provoke "Hell's Gift". A slight crack appeared hidden in the painting. He ignored it, and even if he ruined the painting, he had to support it.

“Danqing, that's it!” The voice of the Master Dao enters the ears of the Qing Dynasty.

“But, Master...”

“If we continue to fight, we will be hurt both ways.” Master Xiao is a painter, how can you bear to see the "Hell's Talent" painted six months ago, so destroyed, and Li Qingshan has no sign of willingness to exhaust, the chances of winning this battle are almost nil.

Danqing could not disobey the Master's orders, kicked the long case in front of him, and was unwilling to withdraw the Hell's Gift.

Li Qingshan also immediately stopped promoting the Great Derivative. These abilities, it is not easy to accumulate, save a little.

For a moment, the water went out.

Everyone has a sense of untruthfulness. If not for the great martial arts, two pieces were burned by the fire, and the clear traces of the big water washed away, it was almost doubtful that everything was a dream.

Lonely, face-to-face, who the hell beats who?

But the owners could see clearly, and Changqing Liu threw his eyes at Master Dao for questioning.

Master Qiu raised his hand and walked to Qingdan Qingqing's side. He patted him on the shoulder with comfort. "You won. ”

Li Qingshan arched his hand: “Promise. ”

But when I saw Dan Qing's eyes red, his lips trembled, and he looked like he was about to cry out, how did it feel like I was a big rebel who bullied naive teenagers? It was just a fight. As for this?

Before that, Li Qingshan, although full of confidence, was prepared to fail. After all, nothing was absolute. Compared to the previous tragic defeats he had suffered, such attempts without even a threat to his life were nothing, and the worst result was simply the development of another island. The novelist's reliance on “land” is not very strong. If he has his ideas, is he still afraid to develop?

Li Qingshan, the guy who climbed up from the bottom level, where can you understand, Danqing 10 years of painting, has never been hit, the first battle out of the mountain failed, this difference is really unbearable. He thought he had just won a terrific painting. How could he have thought it would have been Tamchin's wife?

On the high stage, the cheer sounded, the novelist's reputation was not very good, but it was still a lot more friendly than the painter outside, after all, the scolding has been so many years. And now, everyone recognizes the power of the novelist.

It's incredible to be able to defeat a painter by illustrating someone who can use the painter's means. Some of the new disciples, even regrets, weren't supposed to be novelists.

Under the chairmanship of Liu Changqing, the Master Dao and Liu Chuanfeng came to the scene, following their respective chief disciples.

"I've long heard that novelists can illuminate the universe, and the magic of magic. At first sight, it is true that it is one of the ten top nine families of the Holy King Chindin. ”

“Li Qingshan, your disciple, is one of the people of England. In this battle, our hearts and minds lost orally. In the past, if there was any sin, please forgive Master Liu. This painting is the heart and soul of the old man. Please treat her kindly. ”

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