Chapter 685 The Style of Painting Is Biased Again

The sword was full of force and plowed the hill again.

Everything on this hill was destroyed, sword marks were intertwined, and the ground was in a mess.

Even the transparent protective shield above the sky collapsed under the explosion of sword intent.

Several formations arranged by Lu Shaoqing lost their effect.

Lu Shaoqing looked at the last house that had been turned into rubbish. He was extremely depressed and said, "This little girl is restless."

Then he said to Ji Yan seriously, "When that girl demands compensation, you will pay it yourself."

"Wuqiu, I've met the master!" The little white man came to Ji Yan with a flying sword and saluted Ji Yan. .??.

It is the sword spirit of Wuqiu Sword.

Ji Yan had a smile on his face and said, "Very good!"

Wuqiu seemed to have inherited Ji Yan's character, with a stern expression on his childish face.

Even in posture, you should learn to speak in a clever way, standing with your hands behind your back or folding your hands.

Lu Shaoqing smiled and said to Wuqiu, "Xiao Wuqiu, come here, call me uncle and listen."

Wu Qiujian looked at Lu Shaoqing, with no expression on his stern face, and saluted Lu Shaoqing, "Thank you."

This is thank you for the stone given by Lu Shaoqing. Without that stone, it would not have been born so quickly, and it would not have been able to transform so quickly.

Lu Shaoqing was dissatisfied, "Why are you so ignorant? Don't let people say you are rude."

Wuqiu looked away with a straight face, not wanting to talk to Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing was deeply amused when he saw this. He asked curiously, "By the way, can you take off your pants? You look like this, are you a woman?"

When it came to his gender, Wuqiu had no choice but to speak, puffing out his chest and saying with a sunny air, "Male."

"I don't believe it," Lu Shaoqing said, "unless you can take off your pants and show me."

Wuqiu Sword is very angry. When it is angry, the surface of its body shines like a little hedgehog, whirring angrily.

Staring at Lu Shaoqing.

Ji Yan held the Wuqiu Sword in his hand and said with a faint smile, "You said just now that I don't have a sword?"

Lu Shaoqing took two steps back and warned Ji Yan, "Don't make trouble. Wu Qiu has made his hill look like this. If we start fighting again, the whole place will be destroyed. Can you afford to pay for it?"

I'm fighting you because I have a brain twitch.

The sword spirit was born, and the power of Wuqiu Sword was further enhanced.

The power of the sword now increased by at least 40 to 50%.

Who can bear it?

Gong Jue, who was on par with Ji Yan before, can no longer beat Ji Yan now.

Lu Shaoqing is not a masochist, he would only fight with Ji Yan now if he is stupid.

"Buzz!"

Mo Junjian fell from the sky and came to the two of them.

After Wu Qiu saw Mo Junjian, a smile appeared on his stern face, like an iceberg melting, a smile from the heart.

It jumped on Mo Junjian and hugged Mo Junjian.

Mo Jun's sword was also shaking slightly, as if he was playing with Wu Qiu.

Lu Shaoqing grabbed Mo Junjian, flicked Mo Junjian twice, and cursed, "Try harder, everyone is out to play, what about you?"

"You ate that stone before it did. Day by day, you were full and did nothing. Do you think you are Nezha?"

"If you don't do it harder, I'll lock you up right now."

Mo Junjian bounced twice in Lu Shaoqing's hand, and then jumped up into the air.

The aura on its body rose sharply, quickly reaching its peak, and then burst into black and white light.

The black and white rays of light intertwine, as if merging with each other, and like water and fire, soaring straight into the sky.

Lu Shaoqing was stunned, "I'm just talking, are you serious?"

But soon, his expression changed, and he rose into the sky and shouted to Ji Yan, "Help cover it up."

The formation was destroyed by Wu Qiu just now. If Mo Junjian behaves like Wu Qiujian just now, he will definitely not be able to hide it from the people here in the Holy Land.

If it causes unnecessary trouble, it will be really troublesome.

Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan sealed off the surrounding space to prevent any fluctuations here from leaking out.

Mo Junjian's speed was faster than Wuqiu Jian's, and at night, Mo Junjian calmed down. .??.

The sword spirit of Mo Junjian was also born, and he meditated for a while. When he finally opened his eyes, waves of air erupted, ravaging the hill.

A little man wearing white scales, dark skin, and looking somewhat like Lu Shaoqing appeared.

After Ji Yan saw it, he couldn't help but look at Lu Shaoqing.

It seems that the appearance of the sword spirit is based on the appearance of its owner.

A little dark, though.

The sword spirit of Mo Junjian is like a miniature version of Lu Shaoqing. Not only does it look similar, but it also has a similar smile.

They all have that naughty and naughty smile.

Mo Jun Sword Spirit also spoke in a ruthless tone. When he came to Lu Shaoqing, he shouted carelessly, "Boss, my name is Mo Jun!"

Lu Shaoqing lifted it up with one hand and pinched its cheek with the other hand, his face full of grief and anger, "You traitor!"

Lu Shaoqing wanted to cry but had no tears.

Why is your painting style not normal at all?

Why is senior brother's sword spirit so white and so handsome?

Why is my sword spirit dark and not completely evolved?

Lu Shaoqing pinched Mo Jun and roared, saliva splashing out, "

Are you sure you evolved correctly? "

"Ah? As a sword spirit, are your eyes for decoration?"

"You shine the sword on your appearance, and it's so dark. Look at that little girl without a hill, her skin is as white as snow. What about you? It's pitch black, are you embarrassed to see anyone?"

Wu Qiu wanted to protest and solemnly declare his gender.

But seeing Lu Shaoqing like this, it still couldn't muster the courage and could only sit aside and watch obediently.

"I'm thinking, I didn't put you in the sun every day when I came to Hanxing, right?"

"Why do you look like this for me? Is it the other way around? Why are you wearing white? Are you showing off? Turn it into black for me."

"When you were born, did you doze off and get distracted, huh?"

Lu Shaoqing is full of resentment. Is his painting style really hopeless?

The Nascent Soul turned black, the natal sword was half white and half black, but the sword spirit that was born now turned into a small black spot.

What exactly is Thief Tiandao going to do?

Didn't I provoke it?

Why can’t my painting style come back?

Mo Jun was pinched by Lu Shaoqing and couldn't move. His face was sprayed with saliva.

At the beginning, I thought about struggling, but in the end I resigned myself to my fate, closing my eyes and letting Lu Shaoqing squirt.

Finally, Lu Shaoqing was tired and exhausted, so he pinched Mr. Mo's cheek, and finally asked fiercely, "You have a younger brother, right?"

If it weren't for my younger brother, I would have destroyed this sword and forged a new one.

A handsome guy, the sword spirit is a woman, she really has no shame to kill people.

Mo Jun felt the danger in Lu Shaoqing's eyes, nodded hurriedly, and patted his chest, "Boss, I'm the same as you, don't worry."

"If you don't believe it, I can take off my pants to prove it."