"In our painting and cultivation circle, although some people have spirit-eating pens, the tree of the Spirit-eating Xuanqing Wood that created the spirit-eating pen is basically within three hundred years of age, and it is impossible to compare with my spirit-eating pen! "

"So, if you want to beat me, unless your brush is also a Spirit-Devouring Pen, and the tree age of the Spirit-Devouring Xuan Qingmu used is higher than nine hundred years, you will never be able to beat me!"

The white-haired old man looked at Ye Feng and continued with a smile.

Bang!

As the old man with white hair fell, Ye Feng took out a spirit-eating pen from the system space and said directly: "Senior, please help me see how old the spirit-eating Xuanqingmu used in this spirit-eating pen is."

"Um?"

"You really have a spirit-eating pen in your hand!"

Seeing the spirit-eating pen that Ye Feng took out, the old man also showed a look of surprise on his face!

Hahaha!

However, when the white-haired old man checked the spirit-eating pen that Ye Feng took out, he suddenly burst into laughter, and his expression showed a hint of madness!

"Ten Thousand Years of Spirit-Devouring Mysterious Green Wood!"

"It turned out to be made of the Thousand Years of Spirit-Devouring Xuan Qingmu. I would like to call this Spirit-Devouring Pen the first Spirit-Devouring Pen on the Continent!"

After saying that, the old man gradually calmed down and looked directly at the spirit-eating pen in the box that he regarded as a treasure.

brush!

The old man took out the spirit-eating pen from the box and threw it out directly. Then he carefully put Ye Feng's spirit-eating pen into the box.

The old man's operation made Ye Feng who was standing beside him confused.

"Is this going to rob it?"

After reacting, Ye Feng became excited!

"You can't use the Destruction God's Eyes!"

"You have to give the prodigal guards a chance to come out to breathe."

"Just let's officially prodigal guards. The one-armed madman and the little girl are in the sect, so there are eight left. I hope that the barefoot man will come out and have another one that I have never seen before!"

Um?

Just as Ye Feng was thinking about who would come out for a while, he suddenly saw the white-haired old man opposite him handing him a box containing the spirit-eating pen.

What's going on?

I took off my pants, did you turn off the movie?

Ye Feng feels like this now. He is ready to fight back. As a result, you sent the things back and also came with a box with a formation?

"My friend, your spirit-eating pen is useless to others, but in the eyes of the painting cultivator, it is a priceless treasure. You must not take it out at will in the future, otherwise it may cause you a murderous disaster!"

After forcing the box to Ye Feng, the old man also reminded him earnestly.

"Didn't you just want to steal this Spirit-Devouring Pen from me?"

After looking at the box in his hand and then at the white-haired old man opposite him, Ye Feng also asked in surprise.

"Snatch your Spirit-Eating Pen?"

"Although I don't know who you are, I have the three war gods in secret guarding the Red Sun Kingdom. Even if I have this idea, would I dare?"

As he said that, the old man with white hair also looked directly out of the window, signaling Ye Feng that the three great war gods of protecting the country were guarding outside the window!

"It's so dangerous!"

"It's so frightening!"

"I did have that idea just now. If the three war gods outside accidentally released a trace of murderous intent when they put the Spirit-Devouring Pen into the box, I would probably be a corpse now!"

The white-haired old man was extremely scared at this time. He did not expect that the seemingly ordinary youth background in front of him would be so terrifying!

groove!

The three great gods of war don’t watch the paintings carefully, and what are you doing with me? Finally, I finally met a hostile member. Is it easy for me?

After learning the reason, Ye Feng also felt helpless and smiled bitterly.

"My friend, I lost this bet. I will give you a set of things you need to paint in a while. As for your additional conditions, you can come to me at any time. As long as I haven't ascended to the upper realm, it will be effective forever!"

Knowing that Ye Feng's identity is not simple, the white-haired old man quickly fulfilled his bet!

"No need to wait for the future."

"I need you to help me draw nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven paintings!"

Why not ten thousand paintings? Because Ye Feng is planning to leave three spirit-eating pens and take them back for Bai Lei to use. After all, Bai Lei needs to complete three paintings.

“How many, how many?”

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the white-haired old man's eyes instantly widened, and he wanted to draw until he died!

"Don't worry, the paintings you draw are just ordinary paintings and do not need to contain any artistic conception."

Seeing the old man with a terrified look on his face, Ye Feng also explained with a smile.

call!

Hearing this, the old man with white hair breathed a sigh of relief. If it was an ordinary painting, it would be a breeze for him. Not to mention 9,997 paintings, even 10,000 paintings are not difficult!

"Chen Ming, immediately bring up ten thousand ordinary painting items."

Immediately afterwards, the white-haired old man shouted directly at the beautiful young man downstairs. The old voice penetrated the walls and clearly reached the ears of the beautiful young man downstairs.

"I will provide you with the brush!"

Hearing the old man's words, Ye Feng also began to take out the Spirit-Devouring Pen one after another from the system space. Each Spirit-Devouring Pen was made of the Ten Thousand Years of Spirit-Devouring Xuan Qingmu!

Why!

Outside the room, after seeing this scene through his spiritual sense, the three war gods sighed together.

They are not painting cultivators, so they don’t know much about this kind of spirit-eating pen, but the old man with white hair has just explained it. Since Ye Feng can take out a spirit-eating pen made of ten thousand-year-old spirit-eating Xuan Qingmu, the spirit-eating pens that are taken out one after another are definitely the same!

Thinking back to the torture they suffered yesterday, at this moment, they even began to sympathize with the white-haired old man, which was even more uncomfortable than killing each other!

"My friend, you, you want me to use these spirit-eating pens made of ten thousand-year-old spirit-eating Xuan Qingmu to paint!"

Seeing the dense spiritual-eating pens in front of him, the white-haired old man was really crazy. He never dreamed that Ye Feng would have so many. It would be fine if he had them, but he couldn't be so chaotic!

It’s ridiculous that he also regarded the spirit-devouring pen made by the nine hundred-year-old spirit-devouring Xuan Qingmu as a treasure. Who would have thought that he wouldn’t even take the ten thousand-year-old spirit-devouring pen seriously!

"Yes, just use these spirit-eating pens to draw, and just use one to draw!"

"Because I have a tight time, you can draw a slut!"

After saying that, Ye Feng was worried that the old man would not know how to draw, so he deliberately gathered his spiritual power on his fingers and drew a chicken on the table beside him so that the old man could draw with it conveniently!

A small circle, and a large circle below it, and a < in front of the small circle. Under the large circle, two tree branches like the word "small". Do you call this a chicken?

At least you can draw your eyes!

Seeing the chicken that Ye Feng drew on the desktop, the white-haired old man's breathing became rapid, as if he was about to faint at any time!

After an endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly got up from the bed.

He breathed fresh air in his mouth, and his chest trembled.

Confused and puzzled, all kinds of emotions surged into my heart.

Where is this?

Then, Shi Yu subconsciously observed the surroundings and became even more confused.

A single dormitory?

Even if he successfully received rescue, he should be in the ward now.

And his own body...how could he be injured at all?

With doubt, Shi Yu's gaze swept through the room quickly, and finally his eyes stopped on a mirror at the head of the bed.

The mirror shows his current appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looks very handsome.

But the problem is, this is not him!

Before, I was a handsome young man in his twenties who was extraordinary and handsome. I have been working for a while.

Now, no matter how you look at this, you are just the age of a high school student...

This change made Shi Yu stunned for a long time.

Don't tell him that the operation is successful...

My body and appearance have changed. This is not a problem of not having surgery or not, but a magic trick.

He turned into another person completely!

Could it be... that I have traveled through time by myself?

In addition to the mirror at the head of the bed with obvious feng shui, Shi Yu also found three books next to him.

Shi Yu picked it up and looked at it. The title of the book instantly made him silent.
To be continued...