The air is a little quiet.

Zhao Wujiang and Lu Xiaojin looked at each other a little bit.

"See no evil, see no evil." Zhao Wujiang covered his eyes with his hands seriously and looked through his fingers.

Men are strange creatures. When a beautiful woman is wearing revealing clothes, she always wants to peek into the hidden areas. When a beautiful woman is wearing slightly conservative clothes, she always wants to peek into the exposed areas.

Zhao Wujiang was now in a dilemma.

I don’t know whether it’s better to look at Lu Xiaojin’s exposed black gauze bra, or whether it’s better to look at Lu Xiaojin’s fair shoulders and bulging curves.

"Then why don't you close your eyes!" Lu Xiaojin was angry and stepped forward with another punch.

"Be careful, your skirt will fall apart with just one punch."

Zhao Wujiang reminded him kindly. Lu Xiaojin's expression changed slightly and she wanted to take back the offensive.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wujiang was full of evil spirits. He leaned forward and pointed at Lu Xiaojin's heart. It felt soft and elastic to the touch.

Lu Xiaojin snorted, her blood boiling with anger at Zhao Wujiang's instruction, and she roared in embarrassment:

"Cunning villain!"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head, extremely serious:

"This is called a war that never tires of deceit."

"Shameless!" Lu Xiaojin took a deep breath, and Zhao Wuyang's finger directly blocked several meridians and acupuncture points in her body, causing her energy and blood to surge and become increasingly blocked.

"Nothing's wrong." Zhao Wujiang, the three-foot-long Dharma Prime Minister, pulled Lu Xiaojin towards him:

"It doesn't matter, I'm not a gentleman at all."

Lu Xiaojin covered her heart and forcefully opened the blocked meridians and acupuncture points. With a wave of her left hand, a picture scroll flew out.

The scroll was unfolded in an instant, showing a clear sky and vast grassland, and the signature was Lu Zhong.

This painting was painted by Lu Zhong himself. It contains great magic power. The painting is a self-contained space. It is also a well-known acquired secret realm.

Lu Xiaojin's body was sucked into the scroll, and the scroll quickly closed up and fell to the ground, avoiding Zhao Wujiang's attack.

Lu Xiaojin thought clearly that as long as she adjusted her breathing for a while, she would be able to recover quickly, and then she would be able to capture Zhao Wuhuang.

She was not worried that the scroll would be destroyed or bound. After all, this painting was painted by her ancestors.

The two identities of Painting Saint and Supreme are enough to reflect the weight of this painting.

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly and his mind surged. He smelled a dangerous aura.

Suddenly, the picture scroll burst out with a suction force again, dragging him away.

Although he had been alert for a long time, the suction force came too suddenly. As soon as he resisted, the scroll flew up on its own and slapped him on the forehead.

The next moment, his figure disappeared and the scroll fell to the ground.

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Zhao Wujiang's body dropped, and he saw the clear sky and green grassland.

He quickly stabilized his body, constantly feeling Lu Xiaojin's aura, and guarding against Lu Xiaojin's sneak attacks.

His previous finger left a mark of demonic energy.

Following the sensation, he suddenly looked sideways and saw Lu Xiaojin.

Lu Xiaojin looked slightly satisfied:

"After entering this Eternal Blue Sky Map, you, Zhao Wuxu, will be the turtle in the urn!"

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep and distant. He had to admit that he didn't think highly enough of Lu Xiaojin before.

Lu Xiaojin's magic weapon is so powerful that even the magic whip on his body seems to be weaker than the picture scroll.

At least when he was being sucked, the Divine Whip was too late to even do the basic job of protecting the Lord or was suppressed, causing him to be directly included in this picture.

"If we have the ability, let's fight without using any magic weapons!" Zhao Wujiang was thinking about countermeasures in his mind and wanted to provoke Lu Xiaojin. After all, Lu Xiaojin was cold, domineering and bellicose, so maybe he would agree.

"Humph." Lu Xiaojin's black dress was damaged and she looked pitiful and miserable, but she still snorted arrogantly:

"If you don't sneak up on me, what's the point of a fair fight between you and me?

But now, no!"

"Sneak attack? What sneak attack?" Zhao Wujiang looked innocent:

"You can't dodge my attack, and you're not strong enough, so you just accuse me of a sneak attack?"

Lu Xiaojin was embarrassed, rolled her eyes, and sneered:

"I won't talk nonsense with you. When I catch you, I want you to look good!

The blue sky will last forever!"
Chapter completed!