Chapter 151: Magic Pen Ma Lang

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The young man stood there in high spirits, with a faint smile on his face.

With a wave of his hand.

Fake Li Ming is like a roc in the setting sun, approaching Li Ming.

"The painting is really similar, especially this face, which is handsome."

Li Ming looked at the man drawn in front of him, he was exactly like him, dressed in white snow, imposing, with a face like a crown of jade, he looked even better than Pan An.

Fake Li Ming burst out with a dazzling golden light, and punched him out.

Li Ming's eyes flashed, and the fake Li Ming's hand broke, but unfortunately, no blood burst out.

The young man was startled and stared.

"how can that be?"

He felt that something was wrong, so he quickly summoned him back.

But he couldn't move anymore, Li Ming's eyes had locked on to the fake Li Ming, and the fairy power gushed out.

boom!

Fake Li Ming exploded and died.

It happened too fast, and in a blink of an eye, the drawn characters were blown up by Li Ming, which was a bit ridiculously strong.

"I don't believe in evil anymore."

With a wave of his hand, the young man swiped towards the air, and suddenly billions of thunderbolts appeared in the sky, covering Li's life.

"Swipe, swipe..."

He quickly drew various pictures.

All kinds of big suns appeared in the thunder.

"town!"

The young man intends to kill Li Ming.

But he is still too young, and the catastrophe that Li Ming suffered is unimaginable, and these thunderbolts have no effect on him.

He yawned, the chaotic mist on his body suppressed everything.

boom.

The thunder drawn by the young man turned into powder.

Li Ming walked towards him step by step, the pressure of the fairy power was like a sky falling from the sky at the same time.

"So strong."

The young man couldn't move. He saw Li Ming's body erupting with an incomparably powerful aura, like a tsunami pouring down on the nine heavens, like chaos raging.

He gasped, trying to break free.

But couldn't break free.

He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a few drops of blood. In an instant, the peach blossom forest covered a huge killing formation.

The killing array combined with the transformation of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and three golden puppets appeared.

"Heaven, earth and people, the sea of ​​blood is drifting, three kills, start!" The young and strong man gritted his teeth and took out a few words, "I don't believe it, it's all like this, and you haven't been trapped yet."

boom.

The young man was still too young. Suddenly, he seemed to see a great emperor standing on the nine heavens, with black hair flying and sharp eyes, standing in the sky and the earth.

That kind of tyrannical oppressive force caused his three puppets to explode directly, and the formation seemed to be like paper, and it completely collapsed.

The spiritual pressure breaks the sky, and the entire space is his power.

The young man couldn't bear it at all, he fell to the ground like a tiger, knelt down in front of Li Ming, and said:

"Immortal Venerable, please forgive me for being rude."

‘Kneeling is quite straightforward. '

Li Ming looked at him and smiled, but he did not remove the spiritual pressure, but continued to envelope him, making him feel the breath of death.

"Pfft..." The young man's face was pale, he kept coughing up blood, and kowtowed:

"Immortal Venerable, please forgive me, I accidentally trespassed on the Immortal Venerable's cave."

He was coughing up blood while talking, and his body was shaking, because Li Ming's pressure was really too strong.

Seeing that it was almost done, Li Ming withdrew all the pressure.

"Thank you Xianzun."

The young man stood up and moved so quickly that he didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, he took out three magic weapons from his Sumeru ring, handed one of them to Li Ming, and said:

"This is the White Cloud Umbrella, Immortal Venerable, please accept it."

Immediately give Heigou and Luluo magic weapons, namely Sancai Bracelet and Seductive Bell respectively.

It hurts to be sensible.

Although they are not very important magic weapons, but the other party is very social, meeting is a gift.

"A moment ago, I offended you so much, I also invite the Immortal, Brother Gou, and this..."

"My name is Luluo."

"Senior Luluo, please don't be rude to the kid."

Li Ming thinks this person is too social, he can bend and stretch, he is really awesome, he is definitely a talent,

Sure enough, Yunmengzong would not let him down, the characters who fell were all ghosts.

Li Ming asked, "What's your name?"

"Ma Lang."

"The Ma Lang of the magic pen?"

"The brush in my hand is indeed a magic brush, and indeed some people call me the magic brush Ma Lang, Xianzun, you can call me whatever you want."

Li Ming pinched his fingers and calculated his whole body.

Ma Lang's parents had died a long time ago, and he lived on collecting firewood and mowing grass by himself.

He liked to learn painting since he was a child, but he didn't even have a pen!

One day, he walked past the gate of a school and saw the county magistrate in the yamen, holding a pen and drawing.

He walked in unconsciously, and said to the master: "I really want to learn painting, can you lend me a pen?"

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The county magistrate glared at him, "Bah!" He spat on his face and scolded, "Poor boy wants to learn to paint, even if he wants to hold a pen? It's a dream!"

After speaking, he was driven out of the gate.

Ma Lang is an ambitious kid, he said: "I just don't believe it, how come poor kids can't even learn painting!"

From then on, he made up his mind to learn painting and practiced hard every day. When he went to the mountain to collect firewood, he would break a branch and learn to trace birds on the sand. When he went to the river to mow grass, he dipped the grass roots into the river water and learned to trace fish on the bank stones.

In the evening, when I returned home, I took a piece of charcoal, and on the wall of the cave, I painted the things I drew during the day, one by one.

Without a pen, he still learned to draw.

Year after year has passed, and I have never stopped learning to paint.

On the four walls of his cave dwelling, there are overlapping paintings, all of which are painted with twists and turns.

Of course, the progress is also very fast. The birds that are really drawn are almost impossible to call, and the fishes that are really drawn are almost impossible to swim.

Once, he drew a little hen at the entrance of the village, and eagles circled around the village all day long.

Once, he drew a black wolf behind the mountain, which frightened the cattle and sheep not to graze behind the mountain.

One night, he was lying in the cave.

Because he had been working and studying painting all day, he was already very tired, and as soon as he lay down, he fell asleep in a daze.

At some point, a burst of colorful lights lit up in the cave, and an old man with a white beard came and gave him a pen.

"Are you willing to come with me? If you are willing, I will give you a magic brush and let you paint the whole world."

he will.

When he woke up, he really appeared in a strange place, where there was an old man waiting for him.

The old man said that he has perseverance and talent, and he will have great achievements in the future.

That's when he started to step into another field, an unprecedented field.

In the blink of an eye, ninety thousand years have passed.

Now, he can draw anything in the world at will.

Ma Lang has lived longer than him. He has lived for 90,000 years. His main paintings and formations, especially paintings, are almost fake.

"Sheng Luo Hai, the place where you live is Sheng Luo Hai." Li Ming calculated that the place where he lived was called Sheng Luo Hai, "What kind of place is this?"

"I didn't say anything, and the Immortal Venerable actually knew?"

Ma Lang was completely shocked, and suddenly had a feeling that under the eyes of this immortal, everything would be invisible.

"Born into the sea!"

The black dog's dog's eyes widened, and suddenly its eyeballs widened, with murderous aura gushing out of its eyes, roaring towards the sky, and constantly pawing at the ground.

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The young man stood there in high spirits, with a faint smile on his face.

With a wave of his hand.

Fake Li Ming is like a roc in the setting sun, approaching Li Ming.

"The painting is really similar, especially this face, which is handsome."

Li Ming looked at the man drawn in front of him, he was exactly like him, dressed in white snow, imposing, with a face like a crown of jade, he looked even better than Pan An.

Fake Li Ming burst out with a dazzling golden light, and punched him out.

Li Ming's eyes flashed, and the fake Li Ming's hand broke, but unfortunately, no blood burst out.

The young man was startled and stared.

"how can that be?"

He felt that something was wrong, so he quickly summoned him back.

But he couldn't move anymore, Li Ming's eyes had locked on to the fake Li Ming, and the fairy power gushed out.

boom!

Fake Li Ming exploded and died.

It happened too fast, and in a blink of an eye, the drawn characters were blown up by Li Ming, which was a bit ridiculously strong.

"I don't believe in evil anymore."

With a wave of his hand, the young man swiped towards the air, and suddenly billions of thunderbolts appeared in the sky, covering Li's life.

"Swipe, swipe..."

He quickly drew various pictures.

All kinds of big suns appeared in the thunder.

"town!"

The young man intends to kill Li Ming.

But he is still too young, and the catastrophe that Li Ming suffered is unimaginable, and these thunderbolts have no effect on him.

He yawned, the chaotic mist on his body suppressed everything.

boom.

The thunder drawn by the young man turned into powder.

Li Ming walked towards him step by step, the pressure of the fairy power was like a sky falling from the sky at the same time.

"So strong."

The young man couldn't move. He saw Li Ming's body erupting with an incomparably powerful aura, like a tsunami pouring down on the nine heavens, like chaos raging.

He gasped, trying to break free.

But couldn't break free.

He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a few drops of blood. In an instant, the peach blossom forest covered a huge killing formation.

The killing array combined with the transformation of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and three golden puppets appeared.

"Heaven, earth and people, the sea of ​​blood is drifting, three kills, start!" The young and strong man gritted his teeth and took out a few words, "I don't believe it, it's all like this, and you haven't been trapped yet."

boom.

The young man was still too young. Suddenly, he seemed to see a great emperor standing on the nine heavens, with black hair flying and sharp eyes, standing in the sky and the earth.

That kind of tyrannical oppressive force caused his three puppets to explode directly, and the formation seemed to be like paper, and it completely collapsed.

The spiritual pressure breaks the sky, and the entire space is his power.

The young man couldn't bear it at all, he fell to the ground like a tiger, knelt down in front of Li Ming, and said:

"Immortal Venerable, please forgive me for being rude."

‘Kneeling is quite straightforward. '

Li Ming looked at him and smiled, but he did not remove the spiritual pressure, but continued to envelope him, making him feel the breath of death.

"Pfft..." The young man's face was pale, he kept coughing up blood, and kowtowed:

"Immortal Venerable, please forgive me, I accidentally trespassed on the Immortal Venerable's cave."

He was coughing up blood while talking, and his body was shaking, because Li Ming's pressure was really too strong.

Seeing that it was almost done, Li Ming withdrew all the pressure.

"Thank you Xianzun."

The young man stood up and moved so quickly that he didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, he took out three magic weapons from his Sumeru ring, handed one of them to Li Ming, and said:

"This is the White Cloud Umbrella, Immortal Venerable, please accept it."

Immediately give Heigou and Luluo magic weapons, namely Sancai Bracelet and Seductive Bell respectively.

It hurts to be sensible.

Although they are not very important magic weapons, but the other party is very social, meeting is a gift.

"A moment ago, I offended you so much, I also invite the Immortal, Brother Gou, and this..."

"My name is Luluo."

"Senior Luluo, please don't be rude to the kid."

Li Ming thinks that this person is too social, he can bend and stretch, he is really awesome, he is definitely a talent, sure enough Yunmengzong will not let him down, the characters who fall are all ghosts.

Li Ming asked, "What's your name?"

"Ma Lang."

"The Ma Lang of the magic pen?"

"The brush in my hand is indeed a magic brush, and indeed some people call me the magic brush Ma Lang, Xianzun, you can call me whatever you want."

Li Ming pinched his fingers and calculated his whole body.

Ma Lang's parents had died a long time ago, and he lived on collecting firewood and mowing grass by himself.

He liked to learn painting since he was a child, but he didn't even have a pen!

One day, he walked past the gate of a school and saw the county magistrate in the yamen, holding a pen and drawing.

He walked in unconsciously, and said to the master: "I really want to learn painting, can you lend me a pen?"

The county magistrate glared at him, "Bah!" He spat on his face and scolded, "Poor boy wants to learn to paint, even if he wants to hold a pen? It's a dream!"

After speaking, he was driven out of the gate.

Ma Lang is an ambitious kid, he said: "I just don't believe it, how come poor kids can't even learn painting!"

From then on, he made up his mind to learn painting and practiced hard every day. When he went to the mountain to collect firewood, he would break a branch and learn to trace birds on the sand. When he went to the river to mow grass, he dipped the grass roots into the river water and learned to trace fish on the bank stones.

In the evening, when I returned home, I took a piece of charcoal, and on the wall of the cave, I painted the things I drew during the day, one by one.

Without a pen, he still learned to draw.

Year after year has passed, and I have never stopped learning to paint.

On the four walls of his cave dwelling, there are overlapping paintings, all of which are painted with twists and turns.

Of course, the progress is also very fast. The birds that are really drawn are almost impossible to call, and the fishes that are really drawn are almost impossible to swim.

Once, he drew a little hen at the entrance of the village, and eagles circled around the village all day long.

Once, he drew a black wolf behind the mountain, which frightened the cattle and sheep not to graze behind the mountain.

One night, he was lying in the cave.

Because he had been working and studying painting all day, he was already very tired, and as soon as he lay down, he fell asleep in a daze.

At some point, a burst of colorful lights lit up in the cave, and an old man with a white beard came and gave him a pen.

"Are you willing to come with me? If you are willing, I will give you a magic brush and let you paint the whole world."

That's when he started to step into another field, an unprecedented field.

In the blink of an eye, ninety thousand years have passed.

Now, he can draw anything in the world at will.

Ma Lang has lived longer than him. He has lived for 90,000 years. His main paintings and formations, especially paintings, are almost fake.