Chapter 823： Drawing

In the dark, there was a cold hum: "A lot of alchemy materials? Into the elixir? I am afraid that in the ninth day, those fairyland monks will all die after taking the elixir. I really do n’t know who the trick they came up with. This kind of pitfall People can do everything. "

"This, this, is there a problem? The material is poisonous?"

"You don't have to speak out about this matter. I don't know who actually gave the ninth heavyweight such a set. If we rush into it, I'm afraid it will cause trouble to the upper body."

After the man retreated, in the room, the person called the “master” thought secretly, rubbing the jade in his hand. The jade itself was crystal clear, but at this moment there was a trace of extremely delicate black in this crystal clear This black is like a plume of smoke, but no one knows that the plume of black smoke in this jade represents poison, except for the owner of this jade.

"I even thought of poisoning. It seems that it was mostly the seventh heavy day. If the seventh heavy day took the opportunity to attack the ninth heavy day, then the melee battle of the nine-day battlefield is about to start." He sighed slowly. Slowly stood up from the seat: "Although I am not a peace-loving person, if the nine-day battlefield really fights, the creatures are painted small, and the stars will perish, I am afraid it will not be far away."

He said to himself, a moment later, his body shook, and suddenly a primordial **** was separated from his body. This primordial **** disappeared, and when it appeared again, it had reached the ninth heaven, within the ninth heaven, He looked around for a while, and then his body showed up, and a worn linen cloth appeared.

He held a cane in his left hand and a baggage in his right hand, with the baggage on his back, and walked towards the Imperial City of the Falling Feathers step by step.

At this time, the Imperial City was already heavily guarded. If on weekdays, an old man came here, fearing that no one would stop, but now it is different. There are no living mortals in the ninth heaven, and suddenly appears. An old man who didn't have a little bit of volatility on his body naturally attracted attention.

"Stop!" Two guards stopped the old man: "Old man, in the previous battle, there should be no more mortals in this orchid continent. Where did you come from?"

When the old man was stunned, he didn't show a bit of panic, but said: "I'm just annoying, I'm just a painter, I want to draw a picture for Song Ning."

Song Ning? !

The two guards did not expect that the old man would even call Song Ning's name, but the old man suddenly appeared outside the imperial city, which was really strange. They did not dare to neglect these things and immediately reported to their superiors, layer by layer. After the layer report, in just a moment, this matter reached Xiao Ke's ears.

Song Ning was grinding at this time, preparing to fire medicine, but suddenly heard Xiao Ke's voice.

"Master, there is an old man outside the imperial city who has not cultivated as a wave. He is said to be a painter and wants to paint for you."

Song Ning made a move in his hand.

Didn't fix it?

At this time, there should be no more mortals in this Orchid Continent, but such an old man who did not cultivate himself, but also said that he would paint for him? If normally, Song Ning might not care too much, but now the atmosphere of the nine-day battlefield is tense, he does not dare to neglect.

"Dan Wuya, you retreat first, there are things on my side." Song Ning said.

Dan Wuya bowed and left, after Dan Wuya left the main palace palace.

"Help me bring the old man." Song Ning said, collecting the ground medicinal materials, sitting on the dragon chair and waiting.

A moment later, the gate of the main palace of the palace opened wide, and Xiao Ke walked in, followed by an old man in his body, but when the old man just entered the palace hall, Song Ning felt a very weak force, It is difficult for ordinary people to perceive this power, but Song Ning's immortal power is far more pure than others. Now even if the other party is hiding with all his strength, Song Ning is still aware of it.

Squeak.

The main hall gate was closed. After the gate was closed, an enchantment was suddenly formed around it.

"You ..." Xiao Ke was about to start, but was stopped by Song Ning.

"It's not just the predecessors of the heavens, why is it coming to my country of falling feathers?" Song Ning narrowed his eyes.

The old man smiled slightly: "I'm nothing more than a voyage. When I came here, I saw your hero boy Qiyu extraordinary. I want to make a picture for you. I don't need to say it."

Song Ning's heart flew and nodded: "Senior Laborer."

Xiao Ke frowned and looked at the old man. Even at this moment, she could not feel whether there was any cultivation in the old man, but the gate of the main hall and the surrounding roads and bounds were definitely not by Song Ning, so it can only explain the old man. The repair is extremely strong!

When the old man flipped his hand, a drawing board appeared, and the drawing board was supported. He smiled and looked at Song Ning: "I heard that you have a fairy pen in your hand, can you borrow it for me?"

"Yes." Song Ning shook his hand and threw the fairy pen to the other party.

This fairy pen has Song Ning Ling Tian Jian Qi, Ling Tian Jian Qi is extremely sharp, the fairy pen is quite fast, but the old man is very easily caught in his hand. After he held the pen, he splashed ink and sketched it on the drawing board. After that, he flipped the fairy pen and threw it to Song Ning.

Song Ning cautiously took the pen, thinking that the old man would bring a little attack when throwing the pen, but did not expect the old man to just throw the pen back.

The old man tore off a piece of paper on the drawing board, and the paper flew to Song Ning: "Your portrait is for you."

During the speech, the old man slowly walked out of the main hall of the palace, step by step, without any slight fluctuations in power. From the outsider's point of view, he did not do anything in the least.

Song Ning took the paper and looked at the painting quietly.

In the picture, he sits quietly on the dragon chair, and there are countless demons and ghosts around him. However, these demons and monsters dare not be too close to him, it seems that his body radiates a burst of light.

"My portrait ... but there is no demon or ghost in the main hall of the palace." Song Ning muttered to himself.

In the portrait of Xiao Ke's one-finger, it was a black dot on Song Ning's hand, which was supposed to be the location of the storage ring, but now it has become a black dot.

"Master, the entire portrait is beautiful, but this storage ring is just a black dot. What does that mean?" Xiao Ke asked.

The storage ring is black dot ...

Song Ning touched the storage ring. Although he did not know the other party ’s identity, nor even the other party ’s intentions, the other party ’s actions must have some intentions, otherwise, in the identity of the old man, there is absolutely no need to change Come as a mortal, and then leave as a mortal.

"He didn't want to let him know that he had come here, but he wanted to convey some news to us, but he didn't want to say so, so he drew such a picture?" Song Ning looked at Xiao Ke.

Xiao Ke hesitated slightly and nodded: "It should be like this, but I don't know what the other party means. Could it be that your storage ring has a problem?"

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