Above the sea, a group of dense white clouds was racing across the sea. On top of it was an old Taoist wearing a black and white robe. His sleeves were flowing, and his temperament was like a fairy.
Such a shocking scene directly triggered the exclamations of many powerful people.
"Soaring in the clouds and riding in the mist? Oh my God! Our Iul Island is worthy of being a warlock's paradise. This man's methods must be unbelievable!"
"The wait is finally here! Goddess Xueer, you have to work hard!"
"A fat man from the Dragon Kingdom also wants to run wild on our Sulfur Island? Huh, I think he is just a local dog who burped and ate too much shit! Today, he will die!"
Many dignitaries from Iuloa Island shouted excitedly, and all of them supported Han Xueer.
In fact, this is normal. Xiao Chen made a big fuss about the engagement party and carried out a series of cruel acts, which simply slapped the entire circle of powerful people in the face. These self-proclaimed superiors were naturally unhappy!
On a medium-sized yacht, the gambling king and his son were carefully consulting an old man in black robe who was sitting cross-legged on the body of a green-scaled python.
This old man in black robe has a cold aura, high cheekbones, and green eyes, which makes people feel creepy!
"The one who took action was Master Lingxu. He is good at Feng Shui formations. Back then, he was lucky enough to eat a blue sea tidal flower. His soul transformed and he entered the realm of the true king!"
"However, Master Lingxi's strength is only slightly better than that of Zhenren Chihuo and the others, and he is far behind the four great sorcerers! He has been living in seclusion in the mountains all year round. This time, I don't know where he was invited, but he actually took the lead?
"
The black-robed old Taoist talked with great eloquence, and it felt like he knew all the treasures from his family.
Du Wang suddenly understood and asked tentatively, "Master Black Eagle, if you and Master Lingxu fight, who has a better chance of winning?"
The old black-robed Taoist smiled proudly and said, "Haha! That's me of course! Although I am at the pinnacle of the real world, what I am best at is the art of fighting! Coupled with this green-scaled poisonous python under me, I can win.
Master Lingxu is one step ahead!"
Immediately, he took a deep look at the gambling king Aizi and said with a smile, "Boy, what you did at the engagement party was right! Because it's not worth it for a woman to put her wealth and life into it!"
"Although Pindao has never witnessed Nahua Hero take action, since he was able to kill Wang Wenchan who had stepped into the realm of the Martial Saint, and dared to wipe out the base of the Angel Meng Organization, he must have some extraordinary abilities!"
"Priest Black Eagle, what do you mean...Master Lingxu will lose?" Gambling King Aizi asked tentatively.
The old man in black robe stroked his sparse goatee and said with a smile, "If we fight, we will lose! But... if we don't fight, it's hard to say!"
This statement made the gambling king and his son stunned and very surprised.
On a medium-sized motorboat, a group of core members of the Han family were also watching the battle, all of them extremely nervous!
Although the chances of winning this battle are extremely high, what if we lose?
The consequences are disastrous!
In addition, Mr. A also took some core members on a yacht to watch the battle nervously.
Compared with some other yachts, a small awning boat was much farther away from the White Pearl luxury cruise ship. The people on board did not stand on the bow of the ship with binoculars to watch the battle, but were in the cabin.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk...what a drink!"
An old Taoist priest with a slovenly appearance and a messy bun was drinking wine from a wine gourd in his left hand, while he was holding a wine gourd in his right hand and eating most of the greasy chicken legs.
Sitting opposite him were Mo Qinglian and her senior brother Yan Peng who had walked out of Tianque Mountain.
Mo Qinglian frowned slightly and said, "Senior Painting Saint, please eat and drink slowly, no one is grabbing you!"
"This wine was brewed by your master Qiniang. It's rare for me to drink it, so naturally I want to drink it to my heart's content! Uh..."
The old Taoist priest burped loudly and smiled brightly.
Mo Qinglian hesitated for a moment and then said, "Since you like the wine my master drinks so much, why don't you go back to the Mo family's secret realm? My master has been guarding the Mo family by himself all these years. In fact, he is quite lonely! If you can...
.”
As soon as these words came out, the old Taoist priest shook his head like a rattle!
"Stop it! I don't want to go back! Your master is such a tigress. I can't afford to offend him and he can't hide from you. I can't say I've been more comfortable these years. Finally, no one scolded me that painting is just a plaything. I even took a bath.
No need to wash it, it’s not very comfortable!”
The master Mo Qinglian talks about is naturally not the Jiujianxian, but the contemporary Valkyrie of the Mo family who enlightened her on martial arts!
"The fight is about to start, let's take a look!"
The Painting Saint took a sip of wine and spit it out suddenly, and a smooth rippling water mirror was formed. He quickly painted on it with his fingers, and the water mirror clearly showed the scene of Master Lingxu galloping on the clouds.
, the sleeves are strong and strong, and there is a taste of the masters riding the wind.
Mo Qinglian and Yan Peng were in awe when they caught a glimpse of this scene!
The Painting Saint cursed unhappily, "You are trying to show off! Soaring in the clouds and mist, traveling three thousand miles in the sky in one day, this is an earthly immortal! Are you really flying? You use your true energy to form clouds and mist that float on the sea, making you look like a god."
of!"
"I'm so confused! Master Lingxu has been practicing in seclusion for more than ten years, and you've cultivated to the point of losing your temper. You're so vain!"
Mo Qinglian smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Painting Saint, do you think Master Lingxu can win?"
"He will most likely burp! My old man came here in person this time because... Oh, I promised Yu Xuzi not to betray him!"
"Little girl Qinglian, remember, before you compete with the little fat man in swordsmanship, you told him to come here to see me after the war and say that I am Yu Xuzi's good friend... remember!"
The Painting Saint is mysterious and he hesitates to speak.
Mo Qinglian was also confused, feeling like Monk Zhang Er was confused.
Yu Xuzi?
Who is this?
However, Mo Qinglian nodded and agreed out of respect for the painting saint.
"Tsk tsk..."
The painting saint did not look at the water mirror, but stared at Mo Qinglian's face non-stop. Finally, he took a big sip of wine and said, "Girl Qinglian, your love disaster... seems to be about to begin! Soon,
You will meet the destined son of love!"
"I can't see through it! Your future love line is like a gray line between grass and snakes. I can't see through it!"
As soon as these words came out, Mo Qinglian and Yan Peng both changed their expressions!
You know, although the painting saint is cynical and now even more dissolute, what he is best at is Feng Shui physiognomy...
Mo Qinglian's pretty face turned slightly red and she said angrily, "Senior Painting Saint, you are drunk! If you make such a joke with me again, I will really get angry!"
"I, old man, never tell lies! Uh... The wine brewed by Qiniang is as strong as hers. It has great stamina! You see, this water mirror technique can still last for more than half an hour. I
Take a nap first!”
"Plop!"
The Painting Saint was very single, so he lay down on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, and fell into a deep sleep.
"this....."
Seeing this scene, Mo Qinglian couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
Yan Peng on the side said softly, "Junior sister, don't worry too much. Senior Painting Saint is really drunk! How can you take a drunkard's words seriously? In my opinion, your true love has indeed appeared, and he has been there all along.
at your side....."
As he said this, he deliberately straightened his back.
At this time, the painting saint turned over and muttered in his dream: "Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and men are far away in darkness. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, and good times are like...
..If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?"
"Uh... Qinglian girl, your love calamity this time is about to meet the son of a true dragon... Is it calamity or fate?"
When Mo Qinglian heard this, her beautiful eyes flashed!
Yan Peng was very unhappy and wished he could give Painting Sage two big mouths!
However, he could only endure it forcefully!
At this time, a loud noise like thunder swept over: "Hua Yingxiong, I am a loose cultivator from Liudao, Master Lingxu! I came here to see you today, why don't you come and meet me quickly?"
Mo Qinglian and Yan Peng were both shocked and focused their eyes on the water mirror again!
At the same time, the dignitaries holding telescopes also became excited!
Master Lingxu, who walks on the clouds like a god, is about to take action!