Yuxu Peak.

Shengtian Cliff.

Martial Arts Conference Final Arena.

Yanshan Yue's brushwork changed dramatically, and she ran wildly, and her actions were completely out of order. But she saw him as crazy, as if he was infatuated, as if he was possessed by evil spirits, as if he was in a demon, his brushwork was dripping, and his pen was like a dragon and snake.

The little guy laughed.

Jiang Rou said in horror: "What's wrong with him...?"

Ma Hualong looked surprised: "Isn't Yanshanyue sobbing?"

Jiang Rou thought so in her heart, but with her temperament, she didn't ask that.

Lin Ruoying nodded, but her pretty face was full of appreciation, and she exclaimed: "What a sharp cursive script, if you drink three more glasses of wine, your brushwork will be better!"

"Oh?" Ma Hualong looked at her and was surprised. It turned out to be crazy cursive. I didn't see it. Can you, a little girl, actually see it?

"Yeah." Yu Yue knew that Lin Ruoying not only saw that Yanshan Yue changed into cursive script, but also saw that Yanshan Yue's writing at this time was Zhang Xu's "Self-talking Tie" by Zhang Xu of the Tang Dynasty.

Zhang Xu is known as the "Sage of Cursive Sage", and is the Saint of Cursive Shop.

Du Fu's poem "Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking" says: "Zhang Xu's three cups of grass saints, took off his hat and exposed his head in front of the prince, and his brush strokes fell like clouds and smoke."

Lin Ruoying said that he wanted to drink three cups of moon in Yanshan, which praised his writing style as a wise man.

Yu Yue was looking at Lin Ruoying, and Lin Ruoying suddenly turned to look at him. The two looked at each other and felt a sense of mutual communication. Yu Yue felt that Lin Ruoying's eyes seemed to be saying to him: "You understand me."

In the field, Yanshan Yue is indeed wild in style, and her brushwork is extremely sharp, and her writing style is wind and thunder.

But Zhang Jiao seemed to have entered a strange state.

She couldn't understand the other person's brushwork.

She seemed to have no concern about the other party's attack and did not consider how to crack it.

She is completely focused on herself, her body, and her own qi.

A mysterious aura has already appeared on her body.

When Yanshanyue's pen came to Zhang Jiao and sealed all the retreat with endless and unpredictable brushwork, almost everyone on the scene thought that the winner had been decided, and Yanshanyue was ultimately superior, but not right, and had several advantages.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiao stretched out her left hand.

White and tender - tender, soft and soft little hand.

A large amount of black liquid suddenly surged out from the soft red and tender palms.

The liquid is actually a qi body, a liquid Qi.

It is viscous, greasy, thick and turbid, strange and cold.

Once the black water gushed out, the temperature around it dropped sharply. It was originally cold and the ground was even colder, and it was even more terrifyingly cold at this moment.

Zhang Jiao's palm was aimed at Yanshan Yue, and the black water was like a black fountain, all spraying towards Yanshan Yue.

Yanshanyue was in an attacking state and jumped into the pen, as if she was automatically cast into the black fountain.

The black water was sticky and looked very disgusting. Yan Shanyue also instantly determined that the object was dangerous and used all her strength to dodge in the air.

His body was folded, his body was as light as a swallow, flying back like a swallow, barely avoiding the gushing black water, dangerous and dangerous.

The black water sprayed into the ground, and it turned out to be like a living creature, like a pool of black oil algae, which automatically gathered.

Zhang Jiao continued to spit out black water in her palm.

No, it should be called black slurry.

Because it's too sticky and too greasy.

More and more black slurry spread on the ring table, forcing Yanshanyue to retreat repeatedly.

His brushstrokes have collapsed and the distance between him and Zhang Jiao is getting farther and farther away.

No matter how clever his brushwork is or how mysterious his brushwork is, he will not be able to defeat his opponent, everything will be empty after all.

In the audience, there were already disciples of the Tianshi Mansion who couldn't help but scream: "Then... isn't that my Tianshi Mansion thunder method - Xuanming Thunder? How could she use it..."

Before he finished speaking, the leader covered his mouth.

The disciple looked at the elders of his sect and panicked, not knowing what he had done wrong.

The leader of the team leader said in a voice: "Shut up!"

A disciple of the Tianshi Mansion asked: "Elder, isn't she using the 'Xuanming Thunder'?"

The leader said: "It's Xuanming Lei."

The disciple of the Tianshi Mansion asked: "Then why..."

The leader said, "Don't ask, don't say. Is Zhang Qingyu still in the room?"

The disciple of the Tianshi Mansion replied: "Yes, the elder has not lifted Senior Brother Zhang's confinement."

The leader of the team leader ordered, "Go and bring him to me."

A disciple of the Tianshi Mansion agreed and left.

The leader of the team leader naturally had already seen that Zhang Jiao was the "water thunder and Xuanming Thunder" among the five thunder methods of this sect. He had his own reason for not allowing his disciples to speak out.

There is no evidence now, even if Zhang Jiao accused her of secretly learning this sect on the spot, she could still refuse to admit it. One of them is.

The thunder method is profound, like the masters of Wutianshi Mansion, it is difficult for outsiders to learn secretly. If there are disciples who give private lessons, it is a family scandal. How can they be made public? The second is.

The game is not over yet, and Zhang Jiao has the opportunity to win the championship and become the leader. If she offends her now, it will be no benefit to the Tianshi Mansion. The third one.

So, why not wait until the game is over and see if she wins or loses before making any decisions.

If she fails, she will be arrested and questioned in private and she must have an explanation.

The team leader stared at Zhang Jiao on the stage, and she already had a suspicion in her heart, but there was no evidence yet.

On the ring.

Yanshanyue soon had no way out, and the black slurry spread throughout the tabletop, forcing him to almost have a place to stand.

Zhang Jiao remembered that last night Zhang Qingyu said that she had "strong kidneys and strong kidney qi". She even called him "talking nonsense, treating me as a female monster who is dissatisfied with desires, like a wolf or a tiger." Now it seems that she is indeed suitable for practicing and using "Xuanming Thunder", and sufficient kidney qi is capital!

The black slurry is like not having money, spreading the entire arena. If the opponent does not want to be stuck, he will have to step down, but according to the rules, he will lose when he step down; if he does not step down, he will inevitably have to contact Xuanming Thunder. Xuanming Thunder absorbs bones and marrow, and cuts off his mind. Then he will be able to learn the great things.

Yanshanyue looked at the black slurry all over the platform, as if facing an oil field, a black sea, a group of wriggling strange snakes, a tide, terrifying, disgusting.

He definitely doesn't want to be stuck by that thing.

But he had already stepped back so hard that he stepped on the edge of the ring, and if he retreated, he would fall.

Suddenly, Yan Shanyue's eyes narrowed in her single eyes, and she waved her hand to throw out the judge's pen created by the Han Iron Elite, and jumped up at the same time.

Where he stood was just overwhelmed by black slurry, sticky and greasy, and at this point, the entire arena was covered with black slurry.

The carp rises and the swallows fly slant.

Yanshanyue crossed half of the ring and hit the judge's pen.

The judge's pen flew into the air, and was knocked down by him, falling into black slurry, and was instantly wrapped and disappeared.

And he rose up again, flew forward, made a pen with his fingers, and hit Zhang Jiao in the air!

It is like a formation cloud that is thousands of miles away, and it is like a crossbow that is firing with a hundred pounds.

The dots are like falling stones at peaks, and the vertical ones are like withered vines for thousands of years.

The pen is like a sword tip, and the pen is like a wind and thunder.

Yanshanyue used all her energy to defeat her opponent.

As long as the opponent loses first, even if he falls into the black slurry, he doesn't care.
Chapter completed!