"Ghost!"

Seeing this god, Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng turned their eyes white, and they almost passed out.

For them, the metaphysical between the real and the false, and the characteristics of the ghosts are exactly the same.

"It turned out to be a crane, what happened?"

Fang Yuan bounced his clothes and shirt, and asked without any trouble.

The **** of the gods appearing in front of him is translucent, and the whole body presents the color of the glazed moonlight, which turns into a statue of the sorcerer, and there are some similarities between the vulgar and the gods of the Taoist offering.

"Oh... it’s hard to say!"

On the top of the King Kong God, the scars of the roads were staggered, and the powder of the cockroaches fell. It was obviously hit hard: "The teacher door contacted me as a disciple, let me wear sin and make meritorious deeds, and the old road was anxious, and went to explore the foundation of the group of girls... ..."

When Qinghe Laodao said this, he would not continue.

Obviously, the next step is that he is not good at learning, and he was almost destroyed by the gods.

Even, it has been chased all the way, there is no way to go to heaven, there is no door to the ground, only to find Fang Yuantou.

"You are a cow's nose, really not authentic... I will send the peaches and wines of those altars to me tomorrow!"

Fang Yuan shook his head and smiled.

In fact, if he is based on his true temper, the guy who encounters this kind of disaster will be annihilated and will keep his bliss, and there will be no more in the world.

However, at this time, it is necessary to maintain a high-ranking person.

Xu Xuyi waved, the moonlight sprinkled, repairing the Yuanshen for this Qinghe old road.

"Thank you for helping the people... but the gangsters will arrive later, you have to pay attention... The peach blossoms will be sent tomorrow!"

Qinghe Laodao said gratefully.

However, he did not find that in this fluffy moonlight, there was a strange and strange atmosphere, which also fell into his god.

"Old Taoist, still not coming out?"

After a while, a silver bell-like voice immediately sounded outside: "Are you a Brahma sacred? King Kong Yuanshen, Baoyue glass view ideas, there is no semicolon around Ye Guo!"

The woman's voice is tender and tender, with a soft taste, even if Lin Shoucheng and Jiang Wang, can not help but sway, tension and hostility will dissipate a lot.

Jiang Wang feels as if he is dreaming, and looks at Lin Shoucheng next to him.

This little friend is clenching his fists, and his voice is full of excitement: "God! Fairy! Sure enough... Dafa and immortal, not illusory, I must cultivate the immortal!"

"Imperial?!"

Rao is a little hopeful of Jiang, and there are some problems at this time.

At this time, with the laughter, a young woman went into the grass with the money: "A good old man, it was a helper!"

She also ignored the old road and the two little devils, and they stared at Fang Yuan’s face with a hint of dignity: "Hello?"

This female eyebrows, wearing a thin white gauze, a gold hoop on the head, the blue silk falls like a waterfall, with a natural elf-like temperament.

"This girl, isn't it a painting?"

Fang Yuan smiled and said: "My surname is just an ordinary book-booker. Qinghe Laodao has always been anxious. Tang suddenly offended the girl. If I am doing something, then what happened?"

"You thought about it?"

The girl who knows the painting looks good and looks up: "The slaves go back, but they can't explain to the lord... unless Mr. Fang can pick me up!"

"painting?"

Fang Yuan indulged a bit, and the Qinghe Dao people next to him immediately explained: "This is the unique means of Miao Xianzong. In order to draw into the Tao, each painting is a spell!"

"It turns out!"

Fang Yuan nodded and was speechless.

Don't look at the old sects and the sects of the paintings. They are very atmospheric. What are the wonderful sects, the sacred sacred sects, etc. In fact, this painting is not a fairyland, it is a small lord of the wonderful sect, obviously only the leaves. The local small door is small.

"Since the girl who knows painting insists on this, please!"

Fang Yuan waved his hand.

"Don't be ugly!"

Knowing the painting, taking a deep breath, condensing the virtual point, a picture of the axis emerges.

唏 Law!

Just a corner, a black horse jumped out of it, a black knight on the top, face sly, holding a knives directly, rushing to Fang Yuan.

"Iron horse glaciers come to dreams!"

Knowing the long squatting, spread out the scrolls, and a sinister yin will be saved, forming a battlefield and killing Fang Yuan.

This kind of momentum immediately made the two little-necked children almost scared. Even the old cranes were even changed, and even if they were in their heyday, they couldn’t get it.

"Good painting, artistic conception, lifelike, knowing how to paint a girl, it really makes people forget!"

Fang Yuan faced this battle and slashed, but his brow did not wrinkle: "So, how about the word girl?"

The right index finger of his right hand was vacant, and he wrote a ‘definite’ character.

set!

A word of wind!

The sinister sinister who was originally charged, suddenly like a small bug in the amber, stagnated in midair.

Suddenly, many inks concentrated and returned to the axis of the painting.

A pale gold ‘fixed’ word emerges, directly imprinted on it, like a seal.

"What is this supernatural power?"

Originally still smiling and full of profit, as if everything is in control of the painting woman suddenly changed color, looking at Fang Yuan's eyes filled with taboos.

"The worm is a little skill! I am a scholar, I don’t want to blame and blame, just raise a sigh of anger! In the end, the natural sorrow does not invade!"

Fang Yuan said in a serious way, suddenly saw the envy of Jiang Wang's face, could not help but start a narrow thought.

"Awe-inspiring, it really is the true seed of the scholar! I am not your opponent! The rest of the two paintings do not have to be out!"

Knowing the painting and sighing, the money is refunded.

"This time... thank you for your help!"

After she left, Qinghe’s Yuanshen immediately bowed to Fangyuan’s worship: “The poor road first returns to Taoist cultivation, and when Mr. Sun comes again, it will be welcomed by the sweeping table!”

Said, the same turned into a clear light, disappeared.

"It's a lazy thing!"

Fang Yuan said a word leisurely, but did not stop.

Anyway, this person is threatened by the power of the demons. If he violates his own mind in the future, he can definitely make him die.

......

"How? Seeing enough?"

After the two practitioners left, Fang Yuan looked at Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng who were like dreams: "These practices, but the path, you are waiting on the main road, you can read more, don't make mistakes!"

"The old Taoist! It should be the host of the King Kong View in the city. My father said that he is the master of the Yuanshen!"

Lin Shoucheng gritted his teeth and squatted again. His head was like a smashing garlic: "I still hope that Mr. will be merciful and get me started!"

"Idiot!"

Fang Yuan looked a little bit sad and looked at Jiang Wang: "What about you?"

"I?"

Jiang Wang stunned, he only hindered the face of his little friend tonight, but also hoped to be able to worship Mr. Fang, read more books, know the characters, and grow up to be an account, this is already a top. It’s gone.

I just couldn't think of it. In this short period of time, I saw many first-class figures of the gods, making him fall in a dream.

"I... still want to read more books!"

After a while, Jiang Wang bite his teeth and said hard.

"Stupid!"

Lin Shoucheng endured and endured, and finally couldn't stand it, or broke it out.

"Haha... It happens that I will also order the way to read!"

Fang Yuan raised his head and laughed: "Whenever I do, I will accept you as a student. Tomorrow, I will come with your seniors and come to the grass to listen!"

"Thank you, Mr.!"

Jiang Wang was very surprised and immediately squatted.

"As for you..."

Fang Yuan looked at Lin Shoucheng. After all, he was still a child. After being rejected, he saw that the gentleman was so fancy that he had a lot of emotions such as guilt, embarrassment, hatred and so on.

"You are destined to do the next career in the future. It is not suitable for the clean and innocent way of cultivation. But it is suitable for martial arts killing... I have a martial arts here. If you have this perseverance and perseverance, you will take it. Practice it!"

In fact, this is completely nonsense.

Among the cultivation of immortals, the struggle to kill is a common occurrence.

However, Fang Yuan looked at this appearance of Lin Shoucheng, but his heart was a little bit of a narrow-minded thought: 'The sorrow and forbearance, it is indeed a viper-like temper... I might as well point it out, and see if this snake can turn the dragon, it’s also a Build a machine edge! ’

......

On the second day, Fang Yuan made a silver coin and bought a book and ink for Jiang Wang. It was also accepted as a student, which surprised other urchins.

From then on, every night, Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng came together to ask for teaching and borrowing ancient books.

As for Lin Shoucheng, it seems that after going to Jin Gangguan once, he completely cut off his hopes, but he sinks his mind. He first worked with Fang Yuan, and worked diligently. The progress was very good.

However, Fang Yuan occasionally looked at him and knew that this little thief was not dead. There may be some trouble in the future, which can be used as a seasoning for cultivation.

"The world is turbulent and uneasy, it is a great opportunity for the devils to make waves!"

Fang Yuan sat kneeling and held a blood red spar with a six-pointed star in his hand.

After sending away two little kids, he finally started doing business.

"In the past few years, the heavens have been spreading the net. They should also catch the traces of one or two demon Lords... As for the emptiness of the lord, it is a dream..."

"But even if I deliberately hide it, it may not be all right, so I still need to improve my strength as soon as possible!"

Fang Yuan silently thought, the finger heel stroked the blood red spar.

Even in this high-dimensional dimension, the demon world is also rampant, and the unique method of breaking the world is to prepare for hunting other worlds.

After Fang Yuan has thoroughly penetrated, he will directly integrate into his own dream teacher's way, and then cooperate with other materials to immediately display it.

Of course, at this time, it is still careful to directly separate a distraction.

"The world of high-dimensional, the road is bound to be more perfect, and it is also very beneficial for me to understand my own way of creation!"

Up to the realm of the nine original devils, Fang Yuan has already stunned his own path.

His way is the way of the dreamer, but also the way of creation!