Chapter 345

He has three-dimensional facial features and a knife cut cheek.

His eyes are as sharp as peerless.

The brush in his hand is vigorous and powerful.

A majestic picture of mountains and rivers is formed with breath.

Pa Pa——

Behind him, an old man clapped silently.

"Qingyang, congratulations on breaking through the nine fold of the little star position." The old man is the Lord of Jianya sect.

In front of me, the knife cutting youth is the forbidden Tianjiao - Yu Qingyang, which is famous in Lingnan and even resounded through Tianyue mountain!

Without looking back, he continued to paint, looking indifferent as usual: "under the middle star position, there are mole ants. What's the weight of a small star position nine?"

"Hehe, with your ambition, you will be the king of Tianyue mountain in the future." The Lord exclaimed.

Yu Qingyang is not only gifted, but also has a very high vision.

It's hard to make great achievements in the future.

"What does the Lord want from me?" Yu Qingyang asked blandly.

The Lord hesitated and said, "summer light dust has broken through the small star position."

The stroke of Yu Qingyang suddenly stopped, leaving a little thick ink on the painting.

He looked up at the vast mountains ahead.

"If you're worried, I'll get rid of him now." The Lord's way.

Summer light dust grows too fast.

Two years ago, he was an unknown waste, but in the twinkling of an eye he became a strong star.

It has threatened Yu Qingyang.

"No need." Feather Qingyang said calmly.

"Why?" The Lord frowned.

Yu Qingyang is not a pedantic person. How can he turn a blind eye to the threat?

"Life is too long and boring. Why not find ants to amuse?" Feather Qingyang smiled.

The Holy Lord said, "but he has killed the king's sword."

Yu Qingyang was unmoved: "useless waste, die, why regret?"

"But..." he raised his eyes with a trace of contempt: "it's up to the master to beat a dog. As the master, it's right to give him some punishment."

"Eight haonu!"

Shua Shua——

Eight people with extremely strong body methods, Qi Qi flashes out from nearby and stands neatly in front of Yu Qingyang.

Without looking back, he said calmly, "go to the holy land of Xingyun sect, take him a finger, an eye and an ear, and give him a word."

Shua——

He waved his brush behind him.

The ink poured out and left 14 big words in front of eight haonu

"Life in the world needs to linger, no better than a mantis does not measure itself"

It means that some people are destined to live in a muddle. Don't learn Mantis to stop the car and kill themselves.

"Go!"

"Yes!" Eight haonu all dodged away.

The Lord shook his head slightly: "to deal with Xiaoxia Qingchen and send eight haonu is really overqualified."

BA haonu used to be a villain in Tianyue mountain.

After being subdued by Yu Qingyang with one person's strength, he was awed by his strength.

From then on, he was willing to be a slave and follow Yu Qingyang.

Yu Qingyang smiled a little and finished the painting with a little brush.

With a roll of his palm, he rolled up the picture and raised his hand to attract a flying eagle: "go and give it to my fiancee."

Then he looked at the Lord and said, "is that thing ready?"

The Lord nodded, "it's ready, just waiting for you."

"I hope we can break through the middle star this time!" Yu Qingyang's eyes showed a trace of expectation.

At that time.

Xia Qingchen made a long journey and finally arrived at the West wasteland border.

Here is an endless desolate mountain range.

The hundred trees are exhausted and the essence is thin. There is no heaven and earth treasure.

It's appropriate to describe it as Xihuang.

Summer light dust moves among the ancient trees, galloping and new as the middle star.

In half a day, we can reach the stronghold.

Drink——

At this time, Xia Qingchen suddenly heard people's scolding.

Then came the crashing sound of decaying trees.

He flashed over, stood on a tall ancient wood and looked down.

But I saw a 30-year-old young man with beard fighting with a middle-aged man of Maitreya's body.

The former has a triple star position and is ruthless and cunning.

The middle-aged man's palm breathed strange internal strength, a trace of internal strength spread to the ancient wood, and the ancient wood decayed immediately.

Ghost prison Prajna palm?

Maitreya Buddha is the ghost arhat of the dark moon.

However, what Xia Qingchen cares more is that from his experience, this ghost Luo hanxiu is obviously higher than the former.

But it deliberately shows the triple pose of small star position.

The young man didn't know it and mistakenly thought he was equal to it.

"Hehe, Maitreya ghost arhat, I've heard for a long time that you are a red man around Zitong witch. You have great strength. I didn't expect that. That's all."

The young men who fought against each other for hundreds of rounds finally "found out" the details of each other.

His heart can not help but relax a lot.

Maitreya ghost arhat laughed: "Hua Ziqing, a lone walker who is famous for the western wilderness, is just so."

Hua Ziqing smiled: "really? Then let's win and lose with one move! "

His astral power and body method are urged to the extreme, turning into a residual shadow and galloping away.

Maitreya ghost arhat smiled and took the initiative to meet him.

That layer of hidden cultivation, he secretly released.

In Xia Qingchen's eyes, the secret way is not good.

The young man will fall into the trap.

When the opponent's cultivation is higher than his own level, the result of the duel is obvious.

It must end with the death of the youth.

Xia Qingchen jumped down from the tree and scolded, "there's fraud, go back quickly!"

At the same time, Xia Qingchen also shot himself.

Try to keep the Maitreya ghost arhat.

However, Maitreya ghost arhat is extremely cunning.

When I heard something moving, I immediately stepped back as soon as I swept it,

When I saw that it was Xia Qingchen, a look of surprise flashed in my eyes.

Then he took out a round ball and threw it on the ground, throwing it into a white fog.

Under the cover of the fog, he slipped away.

Xia Qingchen looked for it several times and never found it.

"The ghost arhat is really cunning." Xia Qingchen has a little regret.

If you kill another one, it's five ghost Arhats.

"Who are you?" Behind him came the poor question of the young man with beard.

Xia Qingchen turned around and said, "people who see injustice on the road."

He didn't know his identity, so he had no intention to expose his identity as the holy land of Xingyun sect.

"What a fart!" Huazi Qinghu's eyes stared at Xia Qingchen: "your prey that has hurt me for several months has escaped!"

Xia Qingchen said calmly, "before blaming me, maybe you should think about why such a cautious ghost arhat will confront you."

If you think rationally, you can understand that the ghost arhat is absolutely deceitful.

But in the eyes of Hua Ziqing, who lost his prey, these do not exist.

"Is there any fraud? I'll be reminded by a yellow haired boy from you?" Hua Ziqing was angry and said, "do you know how difficult it is to hunt a ghost arhat?"

Is it difficult?

Okay, he's killed four.

"How much effort have I made for today? It's all mixed up by you bastard! " Hua Ziqing came over and grabbed it on his shoulder: "go, I have to take it back and interrogate you. Is it dark moon's accomplice?"

Xia Qingchen shook his head.

I really have nothing to say to such an unkind person.