Jun Changxiao came down from the second level of hell, which surprised Tie Yihou. Then he led his men to surround him, but he was all eliminated by the opponent's AOE indiscriminate move.
certainly.
The main criminal in the third level of hell is very capable, and his physical defense is incomparable to the first two, so although it is a bit painful to resist with one glance, at least he can stand and at least retain most of his combat effectiveness.
only……
If it happened again, even the gods would be hard-pressed!
"friend!"
Tie Yihou loosened his clenched fists and said softly: "If you have something to say, please speak it out!"
This guy is pretty good. Before Diting and Huo Yanyao had time to give in, they were tortured and lost their fighting ability.
"I want to be the boss of the three hells."
Jun Changxiao said lightly: "Do you agree or disagree?"
"this……"
While Tie Yihou was still thinking about it, his pointer to Jiangshan shone brightly.
He didn't dare to say something manly, "I bet your gun has no bullets in it", so he could only say hastily: "I agree, I agree!"
"Hand over the source of your soul."
"Friend, you are going a little too far..."
"Hoo ho ho!"
The light shining brightly pointed at Jiangshan, and Tieyihou suddenly felt a chill on his buttocks, and he hurriedly said: "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
As a result, the main criminal sitting in the third level of hell surrendered in half a chapter, without giving any chance to expand the plot.
"Wait here."
After obtaining the soul origin, Jun Changxiao said lightly: "I'll go to the next level to have a look."
With that said, he started walking towards the teleportation array.
When Tie Yihou saw this, he exclaimed in his heart: "Isn't this guy shot down from the first and second floors?"
…
Because the CDs of Guidance Jiangshan's two special moves were exhausted, he resumed Writing Jiangshan after entering the next level of hell.
"Even if you have a CD, it may not be effective." Jun Changxiao thought to himself.
Facing Tieyi Hou, it is obvious at first glance that he is a little weak, and the fourth floor BOSS is definitely stronger.
However.
What surprised Jun Changxiao was...
When he entered the fourth level of hell in Chuanxin and used the shrinking method to eliminate the warriors inside, the main culprit who came out was actually an old man in white robes with a Taoist spirit.
He held a stylus in his hand and said, "My little friend also likes to write and write ink?"
The voice was amiable and devoid of any hostility.
Jun Changxiao could also tell from his eyes that although the opponent was strong, he was by no means a heinous bad guy, so he sneered in his heart: "It seems that Starry Sky Fortress condemns others according to its own laws."
Let him get it right.
The fortress always follows its own laws when judging and imprisoning prisoners. Even if you spit in the universe at will, you may be convicted.
If authorized by the upper realm, it would be fine to have the ability to judge the martial artist's crime, but he has never produced effective proof. This is a bit like treating himself as a policeman maintaining the peace of the universe.
"Know a thing or two?"
"Where are the poems and songs?"
"good."
The white-haired old man smiled and said: "My little friend came down from above and wants to compete with the old man?"
"No."
Jun Changxiao shook his head and denied, "I'm here to find someone."
Such an old man who is very well-educated in his words and deeds will definitely not follow his previous domineering path.
What's more, apart from wanting to find the pleasure of dominating the prison, I really just wanted to find the Nine Martial Emperors, but unfortunately I searched several levels of hell and still couldn't find it.
The system said: "If you follow the traditional plot, the people or things you need will often have to be in the water first before they appear at the end."
"Aren't you afraid of being banned for your tattling?"
"Come here, I've been slapped in the face so many times, I don't want to do it anymore!"
…
"Is there the person you're looking for on the fourth floor?"
"without."
"So, I might have to go to the fifth floor to look for you, so... you can only pass if you defeat the old man."
The white-haired old man always has a smile on his face and always shows the style of a master.
"senior."
Jun Changxiao said helplessly: "Do you have to go to the point of using a knife or a gun?"
In a short exchange, he had determined that this white-haired old man was definitely not the kind of bad old man who would suddenly turn black, so he hoped to get through with his words.
"No no no."
The white-haired old man said: "I, Xing Yunzi, rarely use swords or guns with others in my life, if I have to fight for victory."
Having said this, he raised his stylus and said, "I know how to use it."
"..."
Jun Changxiao twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.
The old man's brush is similar to his own, but every vellus hair is made of iron-like minerals. Is it possible that all fighting depends on poking?
"brush!"
At this moment, something flew over.
Jun Changxiao was immediately alert, but when he looked carefully, he realized that what was flying towards him was a very large piece of rice paper, and it was hanging vertically in front of him.
"Since my little friend also has a pen and is proficient in poetry, poetry and poetry, today we will use pen and ink to determine the winner."
Xingyunzi asked: "What do you think?"
This competition method is very interesting.
However, Jun Chang smiled and said: "The pen and ink are not a competition of spiritual power and strength, so how can we determine the winner?"
Xing Yunzi said: "The words written by each person have a different charm and a special soul. As long as you compare them, you can naturally tell the winner."
"Just writing?" Jun Chang said with a smile.
"certainly."
Xing Yunzi smiled and said: "If you have a good understanding of your poems, you can write them. The same goes for words and poems. They all have inner souls."
"good!"
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said: "Then use pen instead of force!"
"please!"
"As the leader, please go first."
Xing Yunzi did not give in, and gently raised the stylus in his hand. The power of non-martial arts poured into the tip of the pen from his skinny palm, and then he jumped up and started writing on the rice paper.
Every stroke, every painting.
They all exude an otherworldly atmosphere!
"This is the master!"
Jun Changxiao was deeply shocked just by looking at it from the perspective of a bystander. Even from the other party's words and frustrations, he seemed to feel that although it did not belong to martial arts, it had the same goal through different paths.
"brush!"
"brush!"
Xing Yunzi wrote down extremely elegantly, until it fell into place, the tip of the stylus in his hand gradually dimmed. On the rice paper standing up behind him, there were two lines of words written - draw the floating dust with the pen, and describe the world with dots.
"Senior is a great talent!"
Although Jun Changxiao is not an elegant person, and although he has no research on poetry, he can still see from the two paragraphs a kind of overwhelming power, especially the handwriting is quite good, and it can be framed and collected!
"Little friend!"
Xingyunzi said: "Please!"
"You're showing off your ugliness!" Jun Changxiao tipped his toes, flew up, pointed at the mountains and rivers, and immediately started writing in large strokes on the rice paper.
Although Gou Sheng has a bit of a cheap personality, he is still quite talented in writing. Especially when he rose into the sky, a power from the East emerged around him!
The great Chinese king Changxiao, he inherited the fine traditions of China, the poet Li Bai, the poet sage Du Fu, the poet ghost Li He are possessed by the soul at this moment, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone!
"brush!"
"brush!"
The writing is full of wind and thunder, with all the strength!
Xing Yunzi frowned at first, then his expression became slightly dull, and finally became ecstatic.
"tread!"
After a while, Jun Chang's smile fell. If he hadn't been hairless, he would have shaken his head in front of the camera as if he were showing off his thoughts.
As for the rice paper behind him, it is written——
Thousands of poems.
Thousands of wine bottles.
How often have I set my sights on the king?
The system roared: "After working on it for a long time, I still copied the ancient poems of my ancestors!"
"I."
Jun Changxiao stood proudly with his hands behind his back and said, "Are you proud?"