Chapter 924: how is this possible

Xiao Hei flew out of the scroll, and grabbed his paw towards the middle-aged man in front of him. After he quickly retreated, he quickly flew to the table and took off the painting of praying for the wind to Tangning. By your side.
"Tang Tang, I saw him trapped people in the painting." Xiao Hei said, loosening the painting he was holding and falling into Tangning's arms.
"I guessed it a long time ago."
She caught the painting, and a burst of spiritual energy surged in her body, and a flame blazed up, burning the pattern on the scroll. As the pattern was destroyed, a spiritual force surged out and the light flashed, trapped in the painting. Qi Mufeng fell out in embarrassment.
"Cough cough! Master Tang, I was almost dead..." Qi Mufeng coughed twice after falling to the ground and hitting his body. He stood up and retreated aside: "You have to be careful of this person, I am Those who were pushed into the painting by him can't get out of it."
"Go and put away all those paintings." Tangning glanced at him and motioned to him to take down the paintings on the wall and put them away.
Seeing this, Qi Mu hurriedly backed off to the railing, and put the paintings hanging on the wall into the space first, so as not to break up all these paintings in a while.
After all, if there is one person in this painting, there are dozens of people in it, but I don’t know if they are still alive?
"Don't want to move my painting!"
The middle-aged man saw that he was going to get his scroll, his face sank, he threw out a blank scroll with a mark in his hand, and shouted: "Come!"
I saw a flash of light, and the scroll flew towards Qimu wind, and there seemed to be a force on the scroll to draw him in. At this moment, a bamboo was struck down hard, knocking the scroll from mid-air to the ground and the scroll. His spirit power seemed to be broken, and the scroll fell into the appearance of a normal scroll, and the middle-aged man seemed to be shot down with the scroll, his strength backlashed, his whole person stepped back, and a trace of blood spilled from his mouth.
"Ok!"
He clutched his chest and looked at the five-year-old child in shock and disbelief: "How is it possible! How could the bamboo break the power of my picture scroll!"
Tangning held the round bamboo in her hand, and the bamboo was filled with a faint light of spiritual power. She looked at the shocked middle-aged man and said, "It is an evil way to draw people into a painting. Since ancient times, evil is invincible. If you draw a scroll, it is more than enough to kill you."
"Impossible! Ordinary flames can't burn my scrolls, let alone my runes! The fire you use is not an ordinary flame, but a natural fire!"
He drank loudly, his sullen face with murderous intent: "Unexpectedly, I would look away. An inconspicuous five-year-old child has a natural fire! Then, this crow must be your contract beast, ancient times The beast!"
As he spoke, his sleeves moved and the spiritual power of his hand appeared. A paintbrush appeared in his hand. The small paintbrush became larger in his hand. The tip of the pen was glowing with a sharp cold light like a sword. Above, there is a powerful force surging.
"It's not too late to find out now. As long as you kill you, your contract beast can also belong to me!" The murderous voice fell, and he swept up with a paintbrush in his hand, towards the front Tangning attacked.
The extremely fast figure came with a powerful murderous intent. The round bamboo in Tangning's hand flashed light, turned into a sharp sword and held it in his hand. The next moment, it also greeted him.