Chapter 974: The Pen Walks the Dragon and the Snake, and the Mind Wanders Into the Void

Yang Qingxuan's heart was touched, and he couldn't help but recite the poem written by the man softly, as if there was a resonance that traveled through time and space.

As the poem fell, there was a sudden change on the scroll. In the blank space beside the sword dancing woman, vigorous and powerful brushstrokes emerged like dragons and phoenixes.

Both Lie Feifei and Gong Yangyu were taken aback and took a few steps back.

Yang Qingxuan was even more stunned. Under the exquisite brushwork, what he wrote was exactly the poem he had just recited, and the handwriting was formed, and the strokes were too empty, which was extremely mysterious.

In the blink of an eye, two lines of poetry are done.

The ink was still stained with fresh water, and it looked dry.

The three of them, as well as the few people in the star ring, were all dumbfounded, their brains short-circuited, and they couldn't think at all.

Gong Yangyu was stunned and said: "You can become a poem when you read it. What's the reason for that?" He paused for a moment, then began to chant: "There is moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the moon, and look down at your hometown."

The tone of the poem fell, but there was no response from the picture scroll.

Gong Yangyu frowned, a little disbelieving, and recited another poem, saying: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips down the soil, who knows that every grain of the food on the plate is hard work."

After waiting for a while, the scroll still remained silent, and the ink on it gradually dried.

Gong Yangyu thought for a while, and said, "I'm afraid there is only one chance, but you took it." There was dissatisfaction in his tone.

"The pen follows the dragon and the snake, and the mind travels too far!"

Lie Feifei suddenly said in surprise: "This is the writing method and ink marks of Taixu Magic Brush, it should be left by King Wu of Yin!"

Yang Qingxuan remained silent.

At this moment, Gong Yangyu's eyes lit up, staring at the scroll, not to mention the rare authentic handwriting of King Wu of Yin, but the authentic handwriting of Taixu's brushwork, the value is incalculable.

But as soon as he became greedy, Lie Jiefei took down the calligraphy and painting, handed it to Yang Qingxuan, and said, "You keep it."

Yang Qingxuan froze for a moment, and said, "Me?"

Lie Jiefei nodded and said with a smile: "You can recite poems, and if you have a chance with this painting, of course it should belong to you."

Under Gong Yangyu's fiery gaze, Yang Qingxuan took the painting and held it in his hand to examine it carefully.

He suddenly had a strange idea in his mind, if he was King Yin Wu and Ziyuan was Vera, then the entire Yin Wu Palace should be his own, so these people... are here to grab his things?

As soon as this thought flashed in my mind, I felt a big loss.

Gong Yangyu said coldly: "Why do you still have a look of being overwhelmed when you get a good deal? Hmph, don't be greedy."

Yang Qingxuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued to study the painting.

Lie Fei is looking around the hut.

Gong Yangyu suddenly had an idea and put the futon away. He secretly glanced at none of the following, and seeing that he had no objection, he immediately put away the table and stool. All the things that can be taken away in the house are included in the storage element.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound outside, as if someone was approaching.

"Squeak", the door was pushed open, and five warriors poured in.

All five of them scanned the room for the first time, and seeing that it was empty and empty, they were startled and angry.

Yang Qingxuan had been looking at the scroll, seemingly puzzled, and when he saw someone coming, he put the scroll away.

This action immediately caught the eyes of the five people, all staring at him viciously.

"It's you?"

Yang Qingxuan was quite surprised. Among the five people, one of them was actually the elder of the Ferryman Organization, Chen Xiang who had deliberately suppressed him during the assessment.

"Oh, I said why is it so familiar, you are still alive, you are really lucky." Chen Xiang stroked his beard and stared at him coldly, with a hint of sarcasm.

The other four people are also of extraordinary strength, and there are two strange-looking people who are covered in scales and belong to the Sea Clan.

One of the cheeky men asked, "Chen Xiang, who is this man?"

Chen Xiang said slowly: "A foreign disciple in our organization."

The cheeky man frowned slightly, and said, "Oh? Then this disciple..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xiang understood immediately, and said with a light smile, "Don't give me face, just come here as you want."

The cheeky man clapped his palms and laughed, and said, "Haha, Elder Chen Xiang is really righteous and keeps his promise, even his disciples are ignored."

What he said was yin and yang, and he didn't know whether it was a boast or a sarcasm. Chen Xiang snorted coldly and said: "Since the five of us have reached an agreement to form an alliance, we must naturally focus on the alliance. When we see treasures, we will distribute them according to the established plan. Naturally, I can't favoritism .”

Among the two sea clansmen, the taller one sternly said: "The two of us will take half!"

Chen Xiang nodded and said, "According to the previous agreement, naturally."

The aura revealed by these two Sea Clans is firmly above the three Human Clans. That's why they were able to account for half the portion.

Chen Xiang glanced at the three of them, and Yang Qingxuan and Gong Yangyu were basically ignored, but he looked at the following with some trepidation, as if he couldn't see through this person's strength.

But he has nothing to worry about. All alliances between warriors are based on strength, that is, birds of a feather flock together. It is possible for talents of the same level to come together.

In his and several other people's eyes, since this person is partnered with Yang Qingxuan and Gong Yangyu, his strength must be on par, at most he can reach the rank of Supreme Heaven.

After calming down, Chen Xiang stared at Yang Qingxuan, and said in a cold voice, "Should I take it all out by myself, or do I want this elder to do it?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "This wooden house is empty. I only took one painting, and I like it very much. I don't want others to share it."

Ziyuan sat cross-legged in the Xingjie and practiced, her face blushed inexplicably after hearing the words.

Chen Xiang shouted: "If you say this, will we believe it?"

Yang Qingxuan looked indifferent, and said: "Believe it or not, it depends on your IQ."

"Looking for death! Bitch, this elder should have abolished you during the last quota assessment!"

Chen Xiang stretched out his hand to grab it, and then bullied himself to Yang Qingxuan. It seemed that the fluttering palm had no strength, but in fact, he used 80% of his power. Even an ordinary strong man in the celestial position would die with one palm.

Yang Qingxuan was about to make a move, but found that Lie Jiefei had teleported to his side at some point, and he was immediately relieved.

Although the surrounding space was covered by that light palm, he knew it was safe.

"Oh, courting death!"

Chen Xiang sneered, as if he had been on guard for a long time, and as soon as his palm changed in the air, he abandoned Yang Qingxuan and hit nothing.

The palm technique changed from drifting to extremely fierce, and the palm wind circled around, like a steel knife, cutting space.

Liegefei twisted his neck, and wrote lightly: "Based on your words, you are dead."

A slender bamboo-like hand was gently grasped out, and the entire swirling knife-like palm froze in the air for an instant.

Chen Xiang's face changed drastically.

Yang Qingxuan smiled from the side: "Brother Ruofei doesn't need to give me face, just come here as you want."

This sentence was originally said by Chen Xiang, but now he repeats it exactly.

//The next chapter is before 1 o'clock.