Chapter 5533

"I don't know one thing. If according to brother Li, the strength of the yellow tiger wolf will be greatly damaged after harming people, then why are you so afraid? Is there anything else wrong? " Ye asked.

Jinsheng also looked at him with burning eyes, which related to his life, so he could not help paying attention to it.

"That's not true. If it goes into evil ways, resentment can also become its power. What's more, it has lived for such a long time, and time is also its ability. We don't know what kind of magic it will have. "

Li Chengye sighed again and again: "if I had guessed this, the monster itself would have been rotten, leaving only the resentful spirit, which was more and more difficult to deal with. It's not that I belittle elder brother Ye. If only the remnant soul resents the spirit, brother ye can play a very small role. "

Ye Wumian shakes his teeth. It's true that what he cultivates is martial arts, and his physical strength is strong, but his effect on the physical fitness of grueling spirit is very limited.

"Brother Li and brother Zhao, can't I help you?" The leaf does not want to ask a way willingly, this kind of strength cannot make the feeling really very uncomfortable.

In particular, he can't watch Jinsheng suffer, and the feeling that he can't give up his strength is really bad.

"If you can help, the martial arts practitioners' Qi and blood are like a furnace. They have a vast body of Yang Qi, and the essence is strong. They have the function of breaking evil and strengthening the body. They are even better than black dog blood. Later, when you see the monster complaining, you can spray the blood on its face and make sure it has enough to drink

Li Chengye was a little excited. He took out a box of cinnabar from his pocket, pointed to it and said, "brother ye, you can give me some blood in this cinnabar, so that the power of my talisman can be increased by several percent.

In addition, if you have martial arts that can mobilize your internal strength and stimulate Qi and blood power, that monster can drink a pot. If you reach the level of innate martial arts, don't say you can use your martial arts. You will be able to kill a lot of evil things with a shock of blood. "

"Die, you are the black dog." Leaf without lack of head of black line, did not think of their own role, is just bleeding.

As for the innate state of martial arts, it still needs time and opportunity to refine Qi and transform spirit.

"Hurry up, this time we need the blood of the middle finger, not the blood on the tip of your tongue, don't linger, is it a man?" Li Chengye points to his cinnabar box with a smile and urges him.

Ye Wuwu has no choice but to bite his middle finger and squeeze out a few drops of blood in the cinnabar box.

Strange to say, ye Wuqian's middle finger blood drops in the cinnabar box, and Li Chengye's cinnabar actually emits a layer of bright red, which is very beautiful.

Li Chengye's eyes are full of joy, and he quickly covers the cinnabar cover, as if afraid that the layer of precious light will escape.

"I can't believe that brother Ye's blood has such a miraculous effect that it can arouse the precious light of cinnabar. This is enough to be called precious blood, even stronger than the blood of many monsters. Brother ye, I envy you so much. "

Li Chengye's eyes are burning, looking at Ye Wuqian is very uncomfortable. He feels his eyes are eager, just like seeing a big girl, which makes him very cold.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at? I don't have a special hobby. You must not look at me like this. Even if I am blind, I am not interested in you." Ye Wuque quickly stepped back two steps, full of vigilance, which made Qu baiqiu laugh.

Li Chengye grinned and trembled: "you die, I'm not interested in men, but I'm interested in your blood. How much do you sell for a drop of blood? I'll buy it from you later

"Go away, I'm not too poor to live. I'm going to sell my blood. Besides, my blood is so precious that I can't sell it. I don't know how much I need to eat to make up for it." Ye Wuqian rolled his white eyes and looked alert, as if afraid that Li Chengye would run up and bite him.

Li Chengye's face was full of pity: "it's a pity. It's a pity that I'll have to work hard for the spirit blood in the future. It should not be too late. Brother Zhao will ask you to bring out your precious painting. "

Zhao siliang's face is full of flesh ache. From the book of Analects of Confucius, a very exquisite and formal Chinese painting is mounted. The painting is of bamboo and stone. It is inscribed with a famous poem "bamboo and stone" written by Zheng Banqiao. It is not easy to bite the green mountain, but it is rooted in the broken rock. After thousands of grinding and thousands of blows, the wind is still strong.

"Good painting." Although Ye Wuqi doesn't know Chinese painting, he feels that this painting is very good. The bamboo is beautiful but not weak. Each leaf is unique and vivid.

Bamboo rooted in the rock, despite the wind and rain, is still tenacious, full of tenacious spirit will.

On the other hand, the poem "Zhushi" is written in running script. The font is strong and sharp. It seems that it comes through the paper, which makes people feel that they can't look directly at it.

"Of course, it's good painting and poetry. This painting of mine comes from a Confucian master who has been a scholar and a scholar. He has reached the level of the first level both in painting and calligraphy, and can stimulate the talent and power of writing and painting. With this painting talent, I can lock up the resentment soul of the monster. I should be able to do everything possible."

Zhao siliang spread out his painting scroll. This picture looks like five or six square feet. After looking at the painting for a long time, Zhao siliang felt very painful. It is estimated that he would be reluctant to part with the painting."Sour scholar, what do you want to do? Use it quickly to catch demons. Don't be reluctant to give up. After finishing the task, you can ask the elder for a pair. He will give it."

Li Chengye urged impatiently.

Zhao siliang sighed and put in his talent to stimulate the power of the poems and paintings of bamboo and stone.

The painting was calm and natural and burned to ashes, but the power of the poems and paintings in the painting did not burn off. The bamboo and stone pictures floated out of the words and were lifelike. The scenery in the painting was rapidly enlarged and surrounded the mansion of Jinsheng family.

When the evening wind blows, all the bead leaves are shaking slightly, making a rustling sound, which looks like the real one.

"Let's hurry up. The power of the bamboo, stone, poetry and painting can only last for about ten minutes. During these ten minutes, we must seize or kill the evil spirit of that monster. Otherwise, as soon as the time comes, the besieging effect of poetry and painting disappears, the monster may run away and continue to harm others. Remember, don't take it lightly, or you will be killed by the monster. "

Zhao Sicheng said, the four treasures of the study one by one from the universe, quickly placed on the table.

"Brother ye, I also need to use your fingertip blood. I use some defense poems and fast-moving poems to increase our strength and speed."

Ye Wuque did not say a word. He dropped a few drops of blood from his fingertips in the inkstone. As soon as the blood fell, the originally thick black ink became black and red, and there was a light luster escaping.

"Niubi is right. Brother Ye's blood is really martial arts. It has strong martial Yang and is very extraordinary. In this way, he has more confidence in defeating Xiaocheng, the monster." Zhao siliang exclaimed.

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