Chapter 241

Wu Hao looked at Bu Xuanyin with a dignified face. He couldn't believe it. He could cut off the existence of immortals. He was a maid. How could this be possible?

At the moment, Wu Hao can't accept this fact. It's really frightening. What kind of cultivation is needed to make such a terrible existence a maid. Hu Qingyun's cultivation is terrible.

"This is a fact. It has become a fact that both Tianyan family and tianxie family have been destroyed, and the immortal of Tianyan family has been killed." Bu Xuanyin said faintly.

Although Bu Xuanyin's voice is not big, there is no doubt that Wu Hao is not allowed to doubt.

"Is it really true?"

Listening to bu Xuanyin's words, Wu Hao at the moment gradually calmed down. The photo stone in front of him has actually explained everything. That scene is an indisputable fact.

Wu Hao, what is missing is just a process.

"Yes, and one more thing, that expert may be proficient in ten thousand ways."

Bu Xuanyin took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"Wan Dao?"

At the moment, Wu Hao calmed down. His eyes are full of excitement. In these years, his strength is difficult to improve. What if he is instructed by an expert?

"Yin Di, do you want me to see an expert?"

At the moment, Wu Hao, the East King, stared at Bu Xuanyin with hot eyes.

"I just have this idea. If you get the childe's advice, you will certainly make progress." Bu Xuanyin answered.

"Childe, will you meet me?"

Wu Hao is very nervous at the moment.

Li Yixi is a peerless expert. He may not really instruct himself.

"Yin Di, can you go with me?" At the moment, Wu Hao has decided that if such a god given opportunity is lost, there will be no second time.

"OK."

Bu Xuanyin thought for a moment and said.

Jixia school palace, painted mountains.

Today, there are many terrible Confucian scholars. Naturally, the disciples of Huashan will not be absent unless they are idiots, but there is no idiot who can become a disciple of Jixia school palace.

These people have a persistent pursuit of literature and Taoism.

Otherwise, it is impossible to join Jixia school palace for practice.

After all, the present Wendao has no future at all.

The strongest people in Jixia school are also difficult to break through. They can only wait for the deadline to come and die.

However, many people, as always, are not afraid of death to join Jixia school palace.

At this moment, the arrival of Li Yixi gives Wendao hope. Moreover, with the help of Li Yixi, some people have become powerful people in Nirvana. How can these people not come at such an opportunity.

Today, there are countless other mountain peaks on the painted mountain. How can these people refuse such an opportunity.

There is no need for mountain owners to speak. These people came to occupy their positions early.

There are only 500 Confucian scholars in Huashan, but there are 3000 Confucian scholars in Huashan today.

The mountain owner of the painting mountain was forced to arrange this class outdoors in the peak square of the painting mountain.

Li Yixi's courtyard was greeted by the mountain master of Huashan early.

"Childe!"

Draw a respectful and smiling face of the mountain Lord.

"Mountain master, I naturally promised and will go. It's not far from Huashan. There's no need to pick it up."

Li Yixi looked at the mountain master who had been waiting for him. He was a mortal and didn't need any special treatment.

"Childe, this is the common arrangement of our scholars in Huashan. It's our honor to have childe's class today. How can we make childe tired?" The owner of the painting mountain quickly extended his hand and invited Li Yixi to enter the carriage.

"Actually, I'll just walk over."

At the moment, Li Yixi could not refuse. He could only enter the carriage and go to the painting mountain with the owner of the painting mountain.

Li Yixi's yard is only three kilometers away from Huashan, and soon came to Huashan.

When Li Yixi got off the bus, he was startled because there were too many people on the top of the mountain. Li Yixi thought that class should be in the classroom, but Li Yixi also understood that there was not such a big classroom.

"Am I so popular?" Li Yixi is a little confused. Even those very powerful experts can't have so many such scenes.

So many people draw here by themselves. Can they see it?

Forget, this is a different world.

Soon, Li Yixi reacted. These people are practitioners and feel a little empty. This is a big scene.

Can you shake the scene?

"Today, I invite you to make a painting for us."

Painted mountain master, with an excited face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I can draw, but I can't give lectures. The mountain Lord wants me to come here. I'll draw a picture for you today!"

"I hope you can get something."

"But what do you think is good? Let's make a decision. " Li Yixi looked at everyone present and said loudly.

"Wine worship Lord, you can draw whatever you want. We draw mountains and pay attention to the satisfaction of our hearts." The Confucian scholar who painted the mountain hurriedly opened his mouth.

"As you like?"

"Then I'll draw a figure for you today!"

"A man in my memory, Liu Bai, the sword saint, is the Lord of the sword Pavilion."

"In our Jixia school palace, Confucian scholars bring swords. I think the temperament of Liu Bai, the sword saint, is most suitable for us, because Liu Bai, the sword saint, is dressed in white, and we are also dressed in white. Scholars should pay attention to it."

Li Yixi's voice sounded, and the eyes of Confucian scholars burst out.

"The master of the sword Pavilion."

"Sword Saint Liu Bai."

At the moment, all Confucian scholars are very hot.

Almost everyone of the Confucian scholars practices swordsmanship. At the moment, Li Yixi wants to draw a swordsman. Why not excited? Li Yixi is a fairy. They also want to know what the immortals remember and what they look like.

At the moment, the soul power of all the Confucian scholars fell on Li Yixi, one by one.

At the moment, Li Yixi can't help but ring the sword Saint Liu Bai in the record of choosing heaven.

Liu Bai, dressed in white.

It is almost invincible to sit in the sword Pavilion.

Li Yixi remembered the last roar of Liu Bai, the sword saint, and his fight with Haotian.

Every word of Liu Bai is hard to forget.

Li Yixi's ear echoed Liu Bai's roar to Haotian: "I am invincible in the world. I don't fight with heaven and who."

Li Yixi took a deep breath, picked up his pen and began to write.

Writing anomaly mutation.

At this moment, the Confucian scholars seemed to hear the sound of the river flowing.

The surging river is extremely fierce.

The river contains an indestructible sharpness.

"Liu Bai? "Swordsman?"

"It's not the sound of the river, it's the sword, the river sword, what a strong sword."

"Sword Saint Liu Bai, what level of cultivation is it?" At the moment, the painting mountain master's face becomes unusually dignified. It's just a pen. It has such a terrible sword meaning. What will happen if it's finished? It's just a road map. What about real people?

The childe has traveled all over the world and achieved great accomplishments. The people who can be remembered by the childe are definitely not ordinary people. They dare to be called saints or saints in the sword. They are absolutely powerful.

Li Yixi continued to write and improve his paintings. The sword meaning became stronger and stronger. The surging river sword made all Confucian scholars excited and inexplicable.

"The road map, what a terrible road map."

"You want to give Kendo when you draw today." Countless Confucian scholars sighed.