Vol 3 Chapter 1223: Heaven and earth are inks and fans

Inheriting the Holy Land, immortality, not at this time, but when!
This deafening shout, resounding in all directions, echoes between the heavens and the earth. Hundreds of thousands of people shouted at the same time, and there was never seen a scene above the group.
Among the exquisite jade buildings, the Tianfu Academy, the Five Poisons, the Four Seas Dragon Palace, the Zhoutian Xinggong, the Yinyang Dongtian and other saints are all ugly.
Especially the inheritance of the Holy Land, the eight characters of immortality, let them feel that their faces are feverish.
Now an outsider, a Qinglongwang who is too angry in their eyes, is actually forced by hundreds of thousands of warriors in Mingyue Square, which in turn put pressure on them.
Xiao Chen stood on the ring, and if he thought about it, he did not expect it.
However, if you want people to have nothing to say, then you can do a high-profile, don't mind adding a fire.
Xiao Chenlang said: "Inheriting the Holy Land, immortal, is the immortal holy land. Today Xiaomou is not talented, for the last piece of Longmen Shanpai, the Holy Son, dare not end the battle!"
His voice is not big, but it is clearly spread in every corner, overwhelming the voices of hundreds of thousands of people.
Throughout the Mingyue Square, everyone banned the sound at the same time, leaving only the sound of Xiao Chen's clear light, spread all over the world, and reverberating.
He was shocked by the words of Xiao Chen. In the face of all the saints, he even wanted to single out all the sons. It was too mad.
Xiao Chen’s outspoken ridicule, so that all the saints can no longer sit, but where a little bloody, can not help at this moment, not to mention these days have always been higher than the sky.
"Damn, really, when I have no one in the sky, my book is a battle with you!"
Among the jade buildings of the Tianfu Academy, Qingshu Gongzi’s long-sleeved shirt floated and fell, and his eyes looked coldly toward Xiao Chen.
Qingshu Gongzi sneered: "You are really crazy enough, you dare not be mad again. When you bully some old Tianjiao, you don't use a knife. Fight against me, dare not continue without a knife."
Seeing the strength of Xiao Chen, the Qingshu son knows that he is invincible, and his mind turns, he thinks of a tricky way, and angered Xiao Chen.
Everyone's eyes looked at Xiao Chen, seeing how he answered. If Xiao Chen did not agree, he would be occupied by a young man, and he would only dare to bully the old Tianjiao.
"as you wish!"
Xiao Chen’s face was calm, his palm turned, and a white folding fan appeared in his palm.
Among the palaces where the moon palace is judged, the moon ice cloud is slightly lost. Is this what Xiao Chen said that people have nothing to say?
The heroes of the world, the bustling, the endless stream, the four seas, the endless leader, emerge endlessly.
Can Qinglong Wang Xiaochen only use one trick, use the blade you are best at, one stroke second defeat, this style. If you can stick to the end, you really have nothing to say, and you can't give any hesitation.
Even if it is a difficult month to judge, there is no way to say that Xiao Chen will take away the Longmen Mountain card.
Can you really do it?
Previously facing the old days of arrogance, Xiao Chen can defeat the opponent in one stroke. In the face of all the saints, dare to single out the words, it is really arrogant.
The warriors on the Mingyue Square were also shocked. In the face of the Holy Son of the Immortal Holy Land, Xiao Chen even dared not to pull the knife, to the other side's best-skilled blade.
This style, even if you don't say it on your mouth, you can also say the last word in your heart. At least the younger generation has changed to any one, and they dare not like Xiao Chen. The group will go backwards for 10,000 years, and no one dares to do so.
unprecedented!
Qingshu Gongzi smiled and said: "You are really mad, there is no side in front of my book, and I dare to play with a fan. Then you will win the game, you will not pick up the move!"
In the last battle with Xiao Chen, the Qingshu son was scared by Xiao Chen’s unpredictable boxing claws and did not dare to delay. As long as Xiao Chen dared to promise him a victory, and the other party can not use the knife, it will be able to make Xiao Chen defeat ugly.
Xiao Chen did not speak, but there was no blood on the small platform below, but he laughed and said: "The decent son, the decisive battle with people, still so many demands, really is a child's house. Why don't you just say, Xiao Chen station? Don't move, let you plan!"
When this statement came out, no one retorted it. The practice of the Qingzi son was indeed a bit shameful. People who were willing to help him talked were embarrassed to speak.
The Qingzi son does not change color, but the heart is sneer again and again, the winner of the prince is defeated, as long as the defeat of Xiao Chen, all the dissidents will disappear.
Xiao Chen smiled faintly: "A move is a win-win, just what I want, you shot."
Qingshu Gongzi saw Xiao Chen promised, his heart was ecstatic, haha ​​laughed: "Qinglongwang is Qinglongwang, this Philip, indeed teaches people to admire, but there is no regret in this world, your legend of this short-lived ghost is from my book Come to an end!"
"To let you know today, fans are not for anyone to play!"
Hey!
On the tip of the toe, the singer of the book became a blue light and shadow, and went straight toward Xiao Chen.
Wherever passed, the ground rises and rises, and there is a green bamboo that is firmly inserted on the ground and grows straight.
After a while, the entire platform is covered with green bamboo, countless, endless, powerful and awkward wood aura, between the heavens and the earth, rich and thick.
In line with the awe-inspiring spirit of the Qingshu Master, the spirit of the Qingshu son has risen infinitely, reaching an incredible point, almost comparable to Dacheng Zhundi.
"The clouds fly on the Jiuyi Mountain, and the Son takes the wind and Cuiwei!"
A clear verse, from the mouth of the Qingshu Gongzi, the Confucian scholars, full of pride and righteousness. As soon as the poem came out, the temperament of the whole person of the book, the complete transformation, and the green bamboo of the high wind and bright season, became completely harmonious.
Xiao Chen’s eyes are bright, this is unique. The poems temporarily change their temperament, so that their temperament can be completely integrated with the vision of martial arts, so that the power of this move can reach perfection.
But what about it, the temperament that is put on is, after all, it is pretending, there is no real feeling, everything is illusory.
If the Qingshu son is really like a high-bright festival in the green bamboo, Xiao Chen alone is a fan to the enemy, and it is really hard to say victory or defeat.
As for now, and see him finish this good show, give him a fatal blow. Among the green bamboos, Xiao Chen face calmly and gently shakes the folding fan in his hand.
"Life is expensive, there is a bamboo in the chest, and it will be a difficult test."
"The most is the humility of staying in the festival, and the wind and rain do not know the cold."
The mighty verses resounded through the heavens and the earth and spread out, so that every warrior in the Mingyue Square can clearly feel a sense of integrity.
The body of the Qingshu son, in the middle of the air, flashing non-stop, every time there is a poem, there is a poem.
Among the voids, the Qing Shu Gongzi used one side of the world as the ink, and folded the fan in his hand. Write these poems one by one in the air to form a will of indelity.
The green bamboo is full of compatibility with the pen and ink verses in the air. The whole platform seems to have become a painting full of charm.
The author of the book is a young man, and his body is ethereal, completely compatible with the world, making it difficult to distinguish the next position he appears.
He can only watch, he is in the air, painting with poetry, making his martial arts a little stronger and perfect.
"There are three or two branches of bamboo blossoms, who is the prophet of Chunjiang plumbing!"
In addition to the green bamboo, a piece of peach blossoms falls, adding another color to this elegant ink painting.
All the visitors in the field were shocked. Although the method was despicable, the martial arts of his work were really shocking and almost invulnerable.
However, in terms of folding fans, no one can surpass him. It is no wonder that he has such a certainty that he has not yet started playing, and he has determined that Xiao Chen will be defeated.
"It’s another round of red days, my heart is still with the sky!"
A dazzling sunrise, vacated from the chest of Qingshu, let its momentum reach the peak of Dacheng Wudi, enough to use the power to crush the dead, with this round of red sun, to the past against Xiao Chen.
Seen from the Quartet, the most eye-catching platform is like a painting, full of green bamboo, filled with poems, dotted with this peach blossom water, and Xiao Chen is trapped in the painting, like a beast.
A lot of hearts are very happy, this is the arrogant end, let you mad, now you are trapped and crying can not cry.
"Inheriting the Holy Land, immortality, the Son, the Green Dragon defeat!"
Perhaps it was a long time, and I saw that the Qingshuzi had such a big advantage. Some people took the lead and immediately attracted the audience to follow the trend. For a time, the Qingshu son was so powerful.