Qin Guang was shocked: "The God of Literature gave you a sap?"

Qin Qian snorted coldly: "I decided to give up my identity as the Lord of Power and continue to stay in the Creation Period, so my realm declined. Otherwise, how would that bastard have a chance?"

Qin Guang laughed out loud: "But that's not right. 130 million years ago, the scholar with the iron mask was not born yet. He should have never seen him."

Qin Qian was confused. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and said in a low voice to Qin Guang: "Go to Wenshumen, go to their Wenshen Temple, and show me what's inside."

Qin Guang was stunned: "Now?"

"Yes! Immediately!"

Qin Qian gritted his teeth.

Qin Guang thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

He is not worried that Wen Shumen will take action against him.

Qin Qian hasn't finished his work yet. If Wen Shumen dares to take action against him this time, it will be unless he really wants to destroy the family.

Qin Qian's San Gong may force the Qin family to lose a critical member, but if Qin Qian fights desperately, with Qin Qian's strength, he will definitely be able to kill several major forces. Pull them all down.

At that time, except for the critical point in this creation period, no one else can survive.

Qin Guang went straight to Wenshumen.

Inside Wenshumen, there is a Wen Temple.

This place is always closed on weekdays and is dedicated to worship the statue of Wen Shen.

Qin Guang arrived.

The disciples of Wen Shumen suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they all jumped into the air: "Qin Guang, what do you mean?"

Qin Guang said coldly: "I want to enter the Wen Temple, get out of here!"

Whoosh!

At this time, the old man from Wen Shumen walked out and said in a low voice: "Qin Guang, your Qin family wants to start a war with me, Wen Shumen?"

Qin Guang glanced at the old man at the critical point, but he was not afraid at all. He sneered: "Start a war? Are you Wen Shumen worthy of you? I am ordered by my father to go to the Wen Temple to have a look today. Which of you? If you dare to stop me, give it a try."

After saying this, Qin Guang flew straight to the Wen Temple.

The disciples of Wen Shu Sect turned pale.

At this time, the door owner also walked out.

The old man said in a low voice: "Master, we don't care?"

The sect leader sighed: "It's not easy to control. It would be fine if it was just Qin Gan. But now Chu Yan is still in the San Gong realm. Once Qin Gan is San Gong, if he doesn't attack other forces, he will keep an eye on our Wenshu Sect. What do you think?" Can you and I defeat the two of them if we just spread our strength?"

The old man was silent and shook his head: "It's difficult."

The sect master laughed: "Is it difficult? You are quite confident in yourself. From my point of view, there is no chance at all. I can't beat Old Monster Qin, and you will most likely not be able to defeat Chu Yan. You have no chance of winning."

The old man is silent.

At this time, the door owner suddenly said: "But Qin Guang suddenly came and why did he insist on going to our Wen Temple? By the way, have you seen those paintings on the iron plate? That sloppy old man, I think there is something wrong It’s a bit familiar.”

The old man took a look and nodded: "It's quite familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it before."

squeak--

At this time, Qin Guang pushed open the door of the Wen Temple alone.

Then the corner of his mouth twitched.

I saw a statue of a god in the Wen Temple.

The owner of the statue was the God of Literature back then.

Handsome.

It's just that the literary god in this statue is not sitting cross-legged or standing, but is fighting with a sloppy old man, pushing the sloppy old man to the ground and beating him.

Qin Guang: "..."

Isn't this old man my father?

Behind, the old man and the door owner also saw the statue and suddenly thought: "Isn't the old man in the iron mask painting the same old man? Who is this old man?"

This statue of the God of Literature was carved by the God of Literature himself. He always told his students that this was the highlight of his life and must be preserved.

Later, Wen Shumen continued to worship it.

But who the old man is, no one in Wen Shumen actually knows.

Everyone guessed that he must be a powerful character.

Otherwise, Wen Shen wouldn’t say it was his highlight moment.

Of course, the Qin Qian here is the Qin Qian 130 million years ago. Although he was a bit old at that time, he was still very young, and there is a big gap between him and now.

Qin Guang is his biological son, so he can naturally recognize him. However, these people in Wen Shumen are not familiar with him and have never seen Qin Qian before.

Qin Guang said with a dark face: "Is this statue carved by the God of Literature himself?"

The master of Wenshu Sect responded: "Yes."

Qin Guang nodded: "Okay, just wait."

Then he turned around and left.

It didn't say anything about destroying the statues.

This toy must have been carved by the God of Literature. If you want revenge, you have to seek out the God of Literature.

Wouldn't there be no evidence if it was destroyed?

Wen Shu Sect Master and Lao Chan were confused for a while: "What does he mean?"

"I don't know, just take a look? Is it okay?"

At this time, the leader of Wenshu Sect stared at the old man in the statue for a while, and suddenly said: "Xue Kuang, please help me take a look, this old man... why does he look more and more like Old Weird Qin?"

Xue Kuang is the name of an old scholar from the school of learning.

Crazy for learning.

The old man turned around and glanced at the image, then looked at Qin Qian in the King's City from a distance, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Brother, be more confident and change the word "image". Isn't this Old Weird Qin?"

Wen Shu Sect Master: "..."

The two of them now knew why Qin Guang came.

My master was also ill, so he left a statue behind. What was the purpose of carving the inside of it for Old Monster Qin?

"What to do now?"

"How about... dismantling the statue?"

Whoosh!

At this time, Qin Guang flew back again. He sneered and said, "My father said that you should keep this statue until the God of Literature returns. If he cannot see this statue, he will destroy you."

Old man: "..."

Wen Shu Sect Master: "..."

The two of them had a headache.

…

Human King City.

Qin Qian gritted his teeth.

Especially when he saw Chu Yan riding 'himself' on the ground and beating him.

to be honest……

Chu Yan didn't even recognize who this bad old man was. He waved his hand and slapped Qin Qian's face. He also raised his head and smiled at the hard-faced scholar: "I'm a little curious. Who is this bad old man? Let me see. The people you painted before were all pretty good, at least they were all known by their names, but this old man seems a bit out of place among them."

The hard-faced scholar has a dark face.

He didn't know who this old man was.

He just knew that he would see this old man every time he visited the Wenshen Statue.

He had always thought that the person who could be recognized by the ancestors of the gods as his highlight moment must be a powerful character. He thought that it might be the human ancestor, or some top existence in ancient times, but he didn't know who it was.

Anyway, I drew it because I thought it was awesome.

Snapped!

Chu Yan took out his palm and slapped 'Qin Qian' to death. At this time, most of the paintings of the Iron-faced Scholar were killed, and there were only a few left. He said with a smile: "Your paintings are not strong enough. , is there anything more powerful?"

The hard-faced scholar has a dark face.

He has already lost 2 albums and still cannot win.

He has always believed that his methods are very powerful, which he has sustained through tens of millions of years of hard work.

As a painter, the longer he accumulates and the more paintings he draws, the stronger he becomes.
To be continued...