Chapter 346： Sword Painting Preaching (2/3)

Of course, Zhou Heng wouldn't say what happened. He didn't say that, and Tian Tian wouldn't say that the others would only wonder.

The monks, Zhang Er, were puzzled, and they looked at the fairy in the manor, looked around, and then returned. After they wanted to come, it might be that after they entered the manor house, they stirred up the atmosphere, the organs and other reactions, and then the immortal momentum surged!

This shows that there really is a fairy here!

Everyone is excited and eager to find time.

Zhou Heng did not refine the gate fragment at the first time, but followed the waves and followed the crowd.

庄园 The structure of this manor is quite simple, but bricks and bricks are not very strong. Even the strongest infants can't afford to demolish the house for a thorough search. They can only honestly turn boxes and cabinets, like a thief burglar.

"what!"

"Ok!"

From time to time, surprise cries were heard, and they all came from one place. When Zhou Heng and Huo Tian also came to a huge attic, someone happened to enter before them, and they immediately heard the person. There was a startle.

有 What mystery is there, how can anyone hum in when they go in?

He hadn't turned his thoughts yet, and saw the person who had just entered stepped out again, and made another astonishment, and then went in again, this time there was no more astonishment.

Weird!

It's so weird!

These people are all ancestors at the level of childbearing and divine infantry. How could they do such an inexplicable thing?

Zhou Heng's curiosity masterpiece, walked to the door with Gu Tian, ​​took a deep breath, he stepped in.

"what!"

The moment he walked in, Zhou Heng immediately gave out a surprise, the reason was simple, he was out of spirit!

武 For a warrior, spiritual power is life!

Suddenly found that he has no spiritual power, who can not be surprised?

Zhou Heng stepped back and came outside the attic, only to feel the spiritual power like a spring, and immediately filled his Dantian again!

This time, he put up with no snoring!

No wonder everyone will be surprised when they go in and out of this pavilion. It is impossible to not be surprised!

Of course, there are exceptions-confusing sky!

Zhou Heng couldn't help laughing, this woman didn't even practice the first layer of refining body, there was no spiritual power in her body, it is estimated that she didn't feel anything!

He entered the pavilion again. Looking at it, the space was large, about 30 feet wide, and the depth reached more than 100 feet. There was no furniture, and there was only one futon on the ground, which was obviously quite simple.

The first people who came forward were each sitting on a futon, and they were separated from each other. They all fixed their eyes on the inner wall. There were seven paintings hanging on it. Different attitudes.

Sword?

No wonder these people can see it vigorously. If this is really the sword art of fairyland, then learning only one style is a huge gain! Immortal, that's not the way to become immortal!

Some people kept coming in. Within half an hour, almost everyone who came into the valley came here.

Because the structure of this manor is too simple, there are no twists and turns, and the building is indestructible, so it can only follow the design of the old owner. Individuals come here.

But here is obviously not the end of the whole manor, why is there no way forward?

At this point, although the spiritual power is restrained, but the mind is not restrained, Zhou Heng can clearly infer that at least half of the entire estate is not explored—otherwise, they have not passed through the path of being horrified. Open area.

Xi Zhouheng quickly hid this question in his heart. Like everyone else, he also found a futon to sit down and focused his eyes on the seven paintings.

He does n’t overwhelm himself. Although he has learned the Ling Tian Jiu style, this set of swordsmanship is not suitable for normal use. If it is used, it will either die or be exhausted. There is no escape route!

If you can get another fairy sword, it will be better!

Moreover, even if those seven paintings are really swordsmanship, this power is certainly not as good as Ling Tianjiu! Obviously, the former owner of the Black Sword was just a sequel to the aftermath of the sword, and the place was ruined.

For Zhou Heng, at this stage, a less powerful sword is more suitable for him, instead of exhausting his power after using a sword.

He paid attention to the seven paintings, and soon immersed himself in it, only to find that it contained endless mysteries, but it was too complicated, and chaotic thoughts struck, but he didn't know anything.

In the pavilion, the crows and birds are silent. Everyone knows that the seven paintings must contain the truth of the road. They can feel that their level is too low, but they can't grasp the true meaning of it.

It made them scratch their ears and cheeks, and itching and uncomfortable.

Zhou Heng looked to the confused sky, this peerless heavenly girl yawned boringly, holding a slender hand to her chin, a look of thirsty sleep. He couldn't help laughing, and said, "I can borrow a shoulder for you to lean on!"

The bewildered sky gave him a glance, but he moved the futon, and after sitting down against him, pressed half of his body on Zhou Heng, and soon made a long breathing sound, and really fell asleep.

In the world, I'm afraid that only she will face the immortal disdain, and instead sleep loudly, right?

Zhou Heng couldn't help but smile, a surge of ordinary mind, smooth thoughts, glory and disgrace.

He straightened his mentality, but focused his eyes on the first painting. In the painting, an old man in a blue shirt raised his long sword, and there were colorful leaves around him. I don't know how long I stared at it, the leaves actually moved and fell one by one!

It was n’t just the fallen leaves that the old man moved, the man moved the sword, and he performed a mysterious sword.

Zhou Heng's body is like a woodcarving, but his head is shining, turning into a golden villain, holding a black sword in his hand, and dancing with the old man, one sword is born, everything is born, one sword is destroyed, everything is destroyed.

Xun Yi's swordsmanship rounded off, and the first painting suddenly sent out a strong horror, and everyone was surprised to widen his eyes. Alas, a green light flew from the painting and fell into Zhou Heng's head.

"Feiyu Seven Swords!"

"Ye Luo Yuan Ming is gone!"

Zhou Heng's mind suddenly flashed a thought, and at the same time a sword tactic passed through the heart.

This is a note that matches the previous sword style!

Zhou Heng looked at the first painting again, but suddenly found that there were no old people and fallen leaves on it, it was just a blank piece of paper.

There is such a magical way of teaching swords!

传 Pass only one person!

When he saw the first painting suddenly disappeared, everyone stood up and stared at Zhou Heng with a vicious look, full of murderous spirit.

虽然 Although they didn't know what was going on, but seeing that green light flowing into Zhou Heng's body, how could they guess that Zhou Heng must be related.

"Boy, have you learned this sword?" Someone asked Zhou Heng immediately.

Zhou Heng swept around the crowd and said, "Yes or no, what's your matter?"

"Bold!" Everyone was yelling.

Which of them are the birthplace of the child, the divine baby, and even a few characters who have been unsealed from ancient times. Which one is not arrogant, can bear Zhou Heng's attitude.

Zhou Heng laughed and said, "I want to fight, come!"

He tickled his fingers.

Everyone was speechless for a while, then they realized that they had been completely restricted after entering the school! Here, they are all ordinary old men who are extraordinary!

If it were not for suppressing the spiritual power here, but not for wiping out the spiritual power, they would all die because of old age!

不是 Fighting with the young and powerful Zhou Heng, isn't this a shame? If a large group of ancestors who had conceived their baby and were born with a baby in the sea, their noses turned blue and swollen, would they still come out to meet people in the future?

In the face of Zhou Heng's husband, all the strong ones chose to swallow their patience.

What a shame, I was so dazzled by a junior in Linghai! But it's better than being beaten by Zhou Heng when riding a horse, right?

Huh!

At this moment, another green light flashed, and the fourth painting suddenly became blank, and that green light did not fall into the top of a middle-aged man. Obviously, he also received a style of swordsmanship. .

Many people reacted now, but now that there is no time to waste, they sat down again and focused on the five remaining sword paintings.

Zhou Heng glanced at the middle-aged man, who was a magnificent man, who was just as calm as a sitting posture! That's not human, but from the Sky Demon clan, with a pair of wings behind.

The man immediately sensed Zhou Heng's gaze and glanced back at him. A strong sense of war was flowing in his eyes, but he quickly closed it and looked back at the remaining five paintings.

Zhou Zhouheng didn't waste any time. Although he was secretly curious about the identity of the demon man that day, he was temporarily depressed.

Alas, another green light flashed and fell into the top of the third person's head, but it was a strong man from the Nocturne, also a middle-aged man with sharp ears and purple hair, exuding a majestic and overbearing momentum.

The sixth painting also disappeared.

I didn't expect it ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Three young people really got the harvest!

他们 Are they really old?

The characters of the old generation all showed a bitter smile. In the face of this scene, they all have a sense of oldness that is hard to resist the passing of time.

But the idea just passed by, they immediately regained their ambition, and looked back at the sword painting on the wall-as long as they learned immortal art, they would be able to achieve the position of immortal. Any Tianjiao would be stepped on by their feet. And they will be young again!

Soon, the restlessness stopped, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the wall.

Huh!

The fourth green light flashed and fell into Zhou Heng's mind, and the second painting disappeared.

"Flowering a World!"

Uh ...

The fifth green light flashed, and he did not enter the middle-aged male body of the Tian Yao tribe, and he also inherited the two-style swordsmanship.

Uh ...

The sixth green light flashed, and the man of the Night Demon tribe didn't hesitate to give up, and he also got two swordsmanship!

Uh ...

Everyone was so nervous that they stared at the last painting.

This is the seventh painting, and also the last sword of Feiyu Seven Swords. Those who have not inherited the sword skills are all showing anxiety. This is their last hope. (To be continued) [This text is provided by the sailing update group @ 豆 pod 吧] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. )