Jun Changxiao came down from the second level of hell, which surprised Tie Yihou, and then led his men to surround him, but was completely eliminated by the opponent's AOE indiscriminate move.
certainly.
The chief culprit of the Three Hells is capable, and his physical defense is incomparable to the first two, so although it is a bit painful to resist at a glance, at least he can stand, and at least retain most of his combat power.
only…
If you do it again, even the gods will be hard-pressed!
"friend!"
Tie Yihou let go of his clenched fist, and said submissively, "Speak up if you have something to say!"
This guy is pretty good, Di Ting and Huo Yanyao didn't even have time to confess, they were tortured and lost their combat effectiveness.
"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, he pointed Jiang Shan to shine.
He didn't dare to say something like a man, I bet you have no bullets in your gun, so he could only hurriedly say: "I agree, I agree!"
"Hand over the soul source."
"My friend, you are going too far..."
"Hoo hoo!"
The light of pointing Jiangshan shone brightly, and Tie Yihou's buttocks suddenly felt cool, and he hurriedly said: "Fuck you!"
As a result, the main culprit sitting in the third level of hell surrendered without even half a chapter, without giving any chance to expand the plot.
"Wait here."
After obtaining the source of the soul, Jun Changxiao said lightly: "I'll go to the next floor to have a look."
With that said, he started to walk towards the teleportation array.
Seeing this, Tie Yihou exclaimed in his heart: "This guy didn't come down from the first and second floors, did he?"
…
Because the two nirvana CDs of Pointing Jiangshan were used up, he resumed writing Jiangshan after entering the next level of hell.
"Even if there is a CD, it may not be effective." Jun Chang laughed secretly.
Facing Tie Yihou, it is obvious that he has no successor at a glance, and the strength of the fourth-layer OSS must be stronger.
However.
To Jun Changxiao's surprise.
When he entered the four levels of hell in Chuanxin, and then dealt with the internal fighters with the shrinking method, the main culprit who came out was an old man in white robes with a celestial spirit and bones.
Holding a stylus in his hand, he said, "Little friend also likes to write and write?"
The voice is friendly, without any hostility.
Jun Changxiao could also see from his eyes that although the opponent was strong, he was by no means a heinous villain, so he sneered in his heart and said, "It seems that Starry Sky Fortress convicts others according to its own laws."
Let him be right.
The fortress has always followed its own laws when judging and detaining prisoners. Even if you spit in the universe at will, you may be convicted.
If it is authorized by the upper realm, it is fine to have the crime of convicting warriors. However, no valid proof has been produced. This is a bit of a policeman who maintains the peace of the universe.
"Know a thing or two?"
"What about poetry and songs?"
"good."
The white-haired old man said with a smile: "Little friend, come down from the top, do you want 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-mannered in words and deeds, he will definitely not follow the previous domineering way.
What's more, apart from the thrill of wanting to find the prison to dominate, I really wanted to find the Nine Great Martial Emperors, but unfortunately I couldn't find it after searching several hells.
The system said: "If you follow the traditional plot, the people or things you need often have to be on the water first before appearing at the end."
"Aren't you afraid of being banned for being so sloppy?"
"Come on, I've been slapped in the face so many times, I don't want to do it anymore!"
…
"Is there anyone you're looking for on the fourth floor?"
"without."
"In this way, my little friend may have to go to the fifth floor to find it, so... only by defeating the old man can I pass it."
The white-haired old man always has a smile on his face, and he always looks like a master.
"senior."
Jun Changxiao said helplessly: "Do you have to go to the point where you can use a knife or a gun?"
During the short exchange, he had already confirmed that this white-haired old man was by no means the kind of bad old man who would suddenly turn black, so he hoped that he could let himself pass by talking about it.
"No no no."
The white-haired old man said: "I, Xing Yunzi, rarely fight with others in this life, if there is a showdown."
Having said that, he raised his stylus and said, "I will use it."
"..."
Jun Chang smiled and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
The writing brush this old man holds is similar to his own pointing brush, but every hair is made of iron-like minerals. Could it be that fighting is all about poking
"brush!"
At this moment, something flew over.
Jun Changxiao was immediately alert, but when he took a closer look, he realized that what flew over was a very large piece of rice paper, and then hung vertically in front of him.
"Since Xiaoyou also has a pen and is proficient in poetry and songs, we will use pen and ink to decide the winner today."
Xing Yunzi asked, "What do you think?"
This way of fighting is very interesting.
However, Jun Chang said with a smile: "Writing and ink is not a competition of spiritual power and strength, how should we determine the winner?"
Xing Yunzi said: "The words written by each person have different charms and special souls. As long as we compare them, we can naturally tell the winner."
"Just writing?" Jun Chang said with a smile.
"certainly."
Xing Yunzi said with a smile: "If you have studied your own poems, you can write them out. The same is true for words and poems. Both have inner souls."
"good!"
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "Then use pen instead of martial arts!"
"please!"
"You are the boss, please first."
Xing Yunzi didn't give in, and lightly raised the stylus in his hand, the power not from martial arts poured into the tip of the pen from the thin palm, then he jumped up and began to write on the rice paper.
Every stroke, every painting.
They all exude an otherworldly atmosphere!
"This is the master!"
Just looking at it from the perspective of a bystander, Jun Changxiao was deeply shocked. Even from the opponent's frustration, he seemed to feel that although it does not belong to martial arts, it has the profound meaning of the same goal through different routes.
"brush!"
"brush!"
Xing Yunzi wrote down in an extremely elegant manner, until it fell to its original position, the tip of the stylus in his hand gradually faded, and the rice paper stood up behind him, with two lines of words written—holding the pen to draw the floating dust, and stippling to trace the universe.
"Senior is a great talent!"
Although Jun Changxiao is not an elegant person, although he has no research on poetry, he can still see a momentum of engulfing mountains and rivers from the two paragraphs, especially the writing is quite good, it can be framed and collected!
"Little friend!"
Xing Yunzi said: "Please!"
"You're showing your ugliness!" Jun Chang smiled and pointed his toes, and he flew up, pointing to the shining light of Jiangshan, and immediately began to write in large strokes on the rice paper.
Although Gou Sheng has a bit of a low personality, he is still quite talented in writing, especially when he rises into the air, a force from the east emerges from his body!
The great Chinese king often laughs, he has inherited the fine traditions of China, poet fairy Li Bai, poet sage Du Fu, poet ghost Li He possessed souls at this moment, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone!
"brush!"
"brush!"
Write down the wind and thunder, and make every effort!
Xing Yunzi frowned first, then his expression was slightly dull, and finally he became ecstatic.
"tread!"
After a while, Jun Changxiao floated down. If he hadn't lost his hair, he would definitely shake his head in front of the camera like Xiu Nian.
As for the rice paper behind him, it says—
Thousands of poems.
A thousand cups of wine.
How many times have you looked at Hou Wang!
The system roared: "After a long time, I still copy the ancient poems of my ancestors!"
"I."
Jun Changxiao proudly stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Are you proud?"
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S, the 5th more.