Chapter 1057： Juqihualing

A fierce tiger with a length of more than one foot jumped out of the Huxiaoshan forest in an instant.

Roar!

The translucent tiger, spreading its teeth and dancing claws, roared again and again!

Linghu!

Master of painting, a spirit beast condensed with spiritual power!

Only the master of painting who has reached the stage of condensing the energy and transforming the spirit can draw a spiritual creature like this tiger.

Don't underestimate this tiger, its strength is not low, at least it has reached the Demon King level.

"hiss!"

No matter it was Baihuazong and the disciples of Luo Meizong, they all took a deep breath.

Especially Luo Meizong disciples, they knew Zheng Ziwang well.

This Zheng Ziwang has no way of painting, but if so, he can use his spiritual power to mobilize a demon king-level spirit tiger!

Rather than saying that this is Zheng Ziwang's greatness, it is better to say that this picture of Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest is terrible!

It is possible for an ordinary martial artist to directly summon the spirit beast in the painting, and one can imagine how far this picture of Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest has reached.

"Ji Zizai, you are not like painting at all, don't you think victory is ineffective by relying on a painting of an advanced master?"

Hua Nishang was angry and glared at Ji Zi-zai.

"Hahaha, Sovereign Hua, this is not the case. Who stipulates that you must paint on the spot? If you think that Luo Meizong is invincible, you can also compare the works of the ancestors?"

When Ji Zizai heard the words, he couldn't stop laughing, and his expression looked as if you were indifferent to me.

"you……"

Hua Nishang was suddenly impatient.

Roar!

Just as the two talked, the spirit tiger was already roaring and rushed towards Ye Meng.

Linghu and psychic, naturally know that this little kid in front of him is its opponent.

Therefore, it did not pay any attention to the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect and Luo Mei Sect, and directly targeted Ye Meng.

"Big brother, be careful!"

"Despicable Luo Meizong, don't you feel ashamed to rely on the works of the ancestors?"

"Even if you win this game, we are not convinced!"

"I don't know if Big Brother can block the attack of this spirit beast!"

The disciples of the Hundred Blossoms Sect all around saw Linghu roaring at Ye Meng, all exclaiming.

How to resist the Demon King-level Linghu?

If Ye Meng used other means, even if he defeated this spirit tiger, he would undoubtedly lose.

After all, this battle is painting Dao. Although Luo Meizong's behavior is disgusting, it did not deviate from the rules of painting Dao.

"Little cat, come to this baby bowl!"

Ye Meng was not afraid, and smiled and waved at Linghu.

Roar!

Linghu leaped up violently and rushed down.

This throw, if it is thrown, even if it is a powerful person in the micro-level, I am afraid that it will be seriously injured.

Agitated expressions appeared on everyone's face in the Baihua Sect.

Seeing that the spirit tiger was about to fall, Ye Meng still didn't evade.

boom!

Linghu fell down fiercely, and the sharp piercing sound suddenly exploded.

Many female disciples of the Hundred Flower Sect, already unable to bear to witness, closed their eyes.

Suddenly, Ye Meng stretched out a small hand.

In the next moment, Linghu fell into Ye Meng's hands.

drink!

For more than ten years, under a pounce, the Linghu with an impact force of at least a million catties was held high in his hand by Ye Meng.

It flared its teeth and claws in the air, roaring again and again, but it could not catch Ye Meng.

"what!"

Ji Zizai's eyes widened in an instant, and his heart jumped.

The Demon King-level Linghu slammed with all his strength, even a strong man in the agile realm, dare not take it empty-handed.

However, in the eyes of this child, he easily resolved the impact of millions of catties, and he didn't even shake his body?