The First Thousand Two Hundred and Forty-Two Chapters Replace Martial Arts with a Pen

Jun Changxiao came down from the second layer of hell, which surprised Tie Yihou, and then led his men to surround him, but he was completely solved by the opponent's AOE indiscriminate big move.

certainly.

The main criminal of the three layers of hell is capable, and the physical defense is incomparable to the first two, so 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, the gods will be hard to beat!

"friend!"

Tie Yi Hou loosened his clenched fists and said softly, "If you have something to say, talk about it!"

This guy is still pretty good. Before Di Ting and Huo Yanyao had time to admit their counsel, they were abused and lost their combat effectiveness.

"I want to be the boss of the three hells."

Jun Chang smiled and said lightly, "Are you in favor or against?"

"This……"

While Tie Yi Hou was still thinking about it, he pointed at the country to shine.

He didn't dare to say a manly, I bet you didn't have bullets in your gun, so he could only hurriedly say: "Agree, agree!"

"Hand over the origin of the soul."

"Friend, you're a little too much..."

"Hoohoo!"

The light of pointing the rivers and mountains flourished, and Tie Yihou's buttocks suddenly felt cool, and he hurriedly said: "Hand on!"

As a result, the main culprit sitting in the three layers of hell, surrendered without even half a chapter, and did not give any chance to expand the plot at all.

"Wait here."

After obtaining the source of the soul, Jun Chang smiled and said lightly: "I'll go to the next floor to see."

With that said, he started walking towards the teleportation formation.

When Tie Yi Hou saw this, he exclaimed in his heart, "Isn't this guy shot down from the first and second floors?"

...

Because the two nirvana CDs of Guiding 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 smiled secretly.

In the face of Tie Yi Hou, it is obvious that he is a little weak at first glance, and the fourth floor BOSS is definitely stronger.

However.

What surprises Jun Changxiao is that.

When he entered Chuanxin's four-layer hell, and then used the shrinking method to eliminate the internal warriors, the main culprit who came out was actually a white-robed old man of immortal spirit.

He held a stylus in his hand and said, "Does your little friend also like to dance and write?"

The voice was amiable, without any hostility.

Jun Changxiao can also see from his eyes that although the opponent is strong, he is definitely not the kind of unforgivable bad guy, so he sneered in his heart: "It seems that the Star Fortress convicts others according to its own laws."

Let him be right.

When the fortress is judging and detaining prisoners, it has always followed its own laws. Even if you spit in the universe at will, you may be convicted.

If it is authorized by the upper bound, it is not a problem to have the crime of convicting a martial artist, but he has never produced a valid proof, which makes himself 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 smiled and said, "Little friend came down from above, want to compete with the old man?"

"Do not."

Jun Chang smiled and shook his head in denial: "I'm here to find someone."

Such a well-mannered old man, he will definitely not follow the previous domineering way.

What's more, aside from the thrill of looking for domination of the prison, he really wanted to find the Nine Great Martial Emperors, but unfortunately he still couldn't find it after searching several layers of hell.

The system said: "If you follow the traditional plot, the people or things you need often have to be on the water before they appear at the end."

"Aren't you afraid of being banned?"

"Come here, I've been beaten in the face so many times, I don't want to do it for a long time!"

...

"Is there someone you're looking for on the fourth floor?"

"No."

"In this way, the little friend is afraid to go to the fifth floor to find it, so... Only by defeating the old man can you pass."

The white-haired old man always had a smile on his face, always showing the demeanor of a master of hair.

"senior."

Jun Changxiao said helplessly: "Do you have to go to the step of using a knife and a gun?"

For a short exchange,

He has already determined that this white-haired old man is definitely not the kind of lousy old man who will suddenly turn black, so he hopes that he can use his mouth to let him pass.

"No no no."

The white-haired old man said, "I, Xing Yunzi, rarely use a knife or a gun with others in my life, if I have to decide the outcome."

Having said that, he raised the stylus and said, "I will use it."

"..."

Jun Chang smiled and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The brush this old man is holding is similar to his own pointing, but every single hair is made of minerals like iron. Could it be that all fights depend on poking?

"brush!"

At this moment, something flew over.

Jun Changxiao was immediately vigilant, but after a closer look, he realized that a very large piece of rice paper was flying, and then hung upright in front of him.

"Since the little friend also has a pen and is proficient in poetry and poetry, we will use pen and ink to decide the outcome today."

Xing Yunzi asked, "How do you feel?"

This fight is fun.

However, Jun Chang smiled and said: "Brush and ink are not a competition of psionic power and strength, how should we distinguish the winner?"

Xing Yunzi said: "The characters written by each person have a different charm and a special soul. As long as they compare them, they can naturally decide the winner."

"Just writing?" Jun Chang smiled.

"certainly."

Xing Yunzi said with a smile: "If you have a good research on your own poems, you can write them out. The same is true for words and poems, both have inner souls."

"it is good!"

Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "Then use the pen instead of martial arts!"

"Please!"

"You are the chief, please go first."

Xing Yunzi did not give in, and raised the stylus in his hand lightly. It was not the power of martial arts that poured into the tip of the pen from his thin palm, and then jumped up and wrote on the rice paper.

Every stroke, every painting.

They all have an extraordinary atmosphere!

"This is the master!"

Jun Changxiao was deeply shocked just from the perspective of a bystander, and even from the opponent's pressing and setbacks, he seemed to feel that although it did not belong to the martial arts, it had the same profound meaning.

"brush!"

"brush!"

Xing Yunzi wrote it down extremely elegantly, until it fell into the original position, the tip of the stylus pen in his hand gradually faded, and on the rice paper erected behind him, there were two lines of words written on it—the pen to draw the dust, and the dots to describe the universe.

"Senior genius!"

Although Jun Changxiao is not an elegant person, and although he has no research on poetry, he can see a kind of momentum from the two paragraphs, especially the writing is quite good, it can be framed and collected!

"Little friend!"

Xing Yunzi said, "Please!"

"It's ugly!" Jun Chang smiled and pointed a little toes, and the whole person flew up, pointing at the river and mountains, and immediately wrote on the rice paper.

Although the dog's character is a bit cheap, he is quite talented in writing, especially, when he rises in the sky, a force from the east emerges from his body!

The great Huaxia Jun often laughs. He has inherited the fine traditions of China. The poet Li Bai, the poet Du Fu, and the poet ghost Li He are possessed at this moment. He is not fighting alone, he is not alone!

"brush!"

"brush!"

The next wind and thunder, ten thousand milliliters of force!

Xing Yunzi frowned at first, then his expression became slightly dull, and finally he became ecstatic.

"tread!"

After a while, Jun Changxiao floated down, and if it wasn't for the lack of hair, he would definitely shake his head like Xiu Nian in front of the camera.

As for the rice paper behind him, it was written—

Thousands of poems.

Thousands of wine.

How many times have I watched Hou Wang!

The system roared: "After working for a long time, I still copy the ancient poems of my ancestors!"

"I."

Jun Changxiao stood proudly with his hands behind his back, and said, "Are you proud?"

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PS, 5th more.