Chapter 1207

Li Yundong only felt that half of his body was like in ice and snow, and the other half was like in the scorching sun. It could be said that it was a double heaven of ice and fire.

He took a deep breath and urged the majestic golden elixir spirit in his body. He attacked Zhong Qingsong and Lin Xueqing in two ways. It was like fighting left and right. At the same time, he fought with their true yuan without losing the wind at all.

The three of them fought hard. After only a while, Li Yundong's head was full of white air. At first, it was like a hairspring, but after a while, it was as thick as a finger. Zhong Qingsong's face became redder and redder, like a drunken Guan Gong. Lin Xueqing's face became whiter and whiter, like pale tissue paper.

After a while, the abnormal appearance of the three of them was found by the surrounding audience, and they immediately began to talk. For a time, there were whispers and whispers under the stage, and more and more people looked at them.

Ziyuan saw that the white air on Li Yundong's head was getting stronger and stronger, and it condensed but did not disperse. She rushed straight to the sky. She moved in her heart, holding the teapot in one hand and pressing the teapot cover in the other hand. She said in a loud voice: "since the former Lin Xueqing contestant let you see the real Phoenix three nods, I'll let you see the lost eight immortals cross the sea today!"

Ziyuan's voice was bright and soft. It attracted the audience's attention and looked at her again. I saw that Ziyuan suddenly lifted the lid of the pot, grabbed it in the air, and Zhenyuan gushed out of his body. He grabbed the white gas from Li Yundong's head towards himself.

The crowd saw that the white fog flowed horizontally like the Milky Way overpass. The aster held the teapot in her hand and quickly displayed the Phoenix three nods. Then she made a pen with five fingers at a speed invisible to the naked eye, flipped her fingers, and quickly painted and carved on the condensing but lingering fog in the air.

After a while, asters peck, carve, carve, draw, twist, take, pinch and cut. After a while, an old man riding upside down on a donkey is drawn in the air, holding a wooden stick. A gourd is hung on the wooden stick. He takes a picture in the camera lens, and then puts it on the plasma screen. His smile is lifelike. He is one of the eight immortals, old Zhang Guo upside down donkey!

At this time, both the referee on the stage and the audience were in an uproar and shocked themselves.

After drawing Zhang Guo's donkey, Ziyuan turned her wrist and began to draw another character. After a while, they saw a middle-aged man with a bare chest and an iron crutch. It was Li!

At this time, the people were crazy. They saw Ziyuan on the stage, and their fingers immediately drew a lifelike immortal from the ethereal white air. The means was like a miracle and elegant like a fairy!

Later, Ziyuan flipped his hands and opened his bow from left to right, drawing Han Zhongli, LAN Caihe, he Xianggu, LV Dongbin, Han Xiangzi and uncle Cao one by one. For a moment, the people saw that the Eight Immortals in the white gas river had different postures and were flying through the clouds, as if they were going to cross the sea. Especially in the daytime, the sun shone on the gas River and suddenly reflected the light, A long rainbow was set up, which was really like an immortal coming to the world.