Chapter 1242: Replace martial arts with pens

Jun Chang laughed and came down from the second floor hell. This made Tie Yihou very surprised. Then he brought his men around and was solved by the opponent's AOE indiscriminate move.
of course.
The main prisoner of the three layers of is capable, and the physical defense is incomparable with the first two, so it is a bit painful to see through it at a glance, at least it can stand, and at least retain most of the combat power.
only……
If you do it again, the gods are hard to top!
"friend!"
Tie Yihou loosened his clenched fist and served the soft path: "Say something!"
This guy is still pretty good. Without hearing or listening to Huo Yaoyin, he was abused and lost his combat power.
"I'm going to be the boss of three hells."
Jun Chang smiled lightly and said, "Do you agree or disagree?"
"This……"
While Tie Yihou was still thinking about it, he pointed the rivers and mountains flashing light.
He didn't dare to say that, I bet your gun has no bullets, so I hurriedly said: "Agree, agree!"
"The soul is handed over."
"Friend, you're a little too much ..."
"Woohoo!"
Pointing at the great light of the rivers and mountains, Tieyihou suddenly felt coolness in his buttocks, and hurriedly said, "Take it!
As a result, the main offender in the third-floor was disarmed and surrendered in half a chapter without giving any chance to expand the plot.
"Wait here."
After obtaining the source of the soul, Jun Chang smiled lightly and said, "I'll go to the next level to see."
With that said, he started towards the teleportation array.
Seeing this, Tie Yihou exclaimed in his heart: "This guy wasn't shot down from the first or second floor?"
...
Because the two nirvana CDs that directed Jiang Shan ran out, he resumed writing Jiang Shan after entering the next hell.
"Even if there is a CD, it may not be effective." Jun Chang smiled secretly.
In the face of Tieyihou, at first glance, it is obviously a bit weaker. The strength of the fourth-tier BOSS is definitely stronger.
however.
Let Jun often laugh unexpectedly.
When he entered the fourth-floor of Chuanxin, and then the internal warrior was solved by shrinking Dafa, the main criminal who came out was a white-robed old man with a bone of Fengxiandao.
Holding a stylus in his hand, he said, "How does a young friend like to make ink with ink?"
The voice was amiable and without any hostility.
Jun Changxiao can also see from his eyes that although the opponent's strength is strong, he is by no means the kind of unsavory bad guy, so he sneered in his heart: "It seems that the starry fortress convicts others according to their own laws."
Let him be right.
The fortress always follows its own laws when trying and detaining prisoners. You can be convicted even if you spit in the universe at will.
If authorized by the upper bound, it would be okay to have the verdict of convicting a warrior, but he has not produced a valid certificate, which would be a bit like a policeman who maintains the peace of the universe.
"Slightly understand one or two?"
"What about poems and songs?"
"Okay."
The white-haired old man laughed: "The little friend comes down from the top and wants to compare with the old?"
"Do not."
Jun Chang smiled and shook his head and denied: "I'm looking for someone."
Such an old man who has very good words and deeds, he will certainly not follow the previous hegemony.
What's more, aside from the thrill of seeking to dominate the prison, it was really to find the nine emperor Wudi, but unfortunately he hadn't found a few layers of hell.
The system said: "If you follow the traditional plot, people or things that you need often have to be a lot of water before they appear at the end."
"Aren't you afraid of being blocked?"
"Come here, Lao Tzu was beaten so many times, I didn't want to do it anymore!"
...
"Is there someone you are looking for on the fourth floor?"
"No."
"So, I'm afraid that the younger friend will go to the fifth floor to find it, so ... only by defeating the old can we pass it."
The white-haired old man always smiled, and always revealed the master style.
"senior."
Jun Chang smiled helplessly and said, "Are you going to take the step of moving the knife and the gun?"
In a short period of communication, he has determined that this white-haired old man is by no means the kind of bad old man who will suddenly blacken out, so he hopes to let himself pass through.
"No no no."
The old man with white hair said, "My Nebula, I rarely use a knife and a gun with others in this life, if I have to win the battle."
Having said that, he held up the stylus and said, "I will use it."
"..."
Jun Chang smiled slightly.
The old man's writing brush is similar to his own pointing, but every single hair is made of iron-like minerals. Can it be fought with a jab?
"brush!"
Just then, a thing flew over.
Jun Chang smiled immediately, but took a closer look and realized that a very large piece of rice paper was flying in, and then hung in front of him.
"Since Xiaoyou also has a pen, and he is proficient in poems and songs, we will use pen and ink to determine the outcome."
Xingyunzi asked, "How do you like it?"
This matchmaking method is very interesting.
However, Jun Chang laughed: "It's not a matter of comparing psionic power and strength. How can we tell the difference?"
Xingyunzi said: "Everyone writes a word with a different charm and a special soul. As long as they are compared, they can naturally distinguish between victory and defeat.
"Just writing?" Jun Chang laughed.
"of course."
Xingyunzi laughed: "If a friend is very researchable about his poems, he can also write them, and the words and poems have the same meaning, and they have an inner soul."
"it is good!"
Jun Chang smiled and arched his hand and said, "Replace the martial arts with a pen!"
"please!"
"You are the longest, you first please."
Xingyunzi did not give up, gently lifted the stylus in his hand, not the strength of martial arts poured from the thin palm into the nib, then stood up and wrote on rice paper.
Every stroke, every painting.
All exude an extraordinary atmosphere!
"This is the master!"
Jun Changxiao just looked at EbookFREE.me from the perspective of an onlooker, and he was deeply shocked. Even from the other party's impulse, he seemed to feel the mystery of different paths, although it was not martial arts.
"brush!"
"brush!"
Xingyunzi wrote extremely elegantly, until it fell in place, the tip of the stylus pen in the hand gradually faded, and the rice paper erected behind him was written with two lines of characters—floating dust and dots.
"Senior Genius!"
Although Jun Changxiao is not an elegant person, although he doesn't have much research on poems, he can also see the tendency of swallowing mountains and rivers from two paragraphs, especially the words are written quite well, and they can be framed and stored!
"Little friend!"
Nebula said: "Please!"
"I am ugly!" Jun Chang smiled on tiptoe, and the whole man flew up, pointing at the flashing lights of the mountains and mountains, and then writing on the rice paper.
Although the dog's leftover character is a bit cheap, he is still very talented in writing, especially when he rises in the sky, a power from the east emerges from his body!
The great Hua Xia Jun always laughed. He inherited the fine traditions of Hua Xia. At this moment, the poet Xian Li Bai, Shi Sheng Du Fu, and the poet Li He possessed souls. He is not alone, he is not alone!
"brush!"
"brush!"
Write a thunderstorm and make every effort!
Nebula first frowned, followed by a slightly dull expression, and finally became ecstatic.
"tread!"
Slightly, Jun Chang laughed and fell down, if he was not hairless, he would surely shake his head like a show in front of the camera.
As for the rice paper behind, it reads--
Shi Wanshou.
Sake Qianji.
How many times have I watched Hou Wang!
The system growled: "After a long time, I still copied the ancient poems of my ancestors!"
"I."
Jun Chang smiled and stood proudly, and said, "Are you proud?"
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PS, 5th more.