Chapter 740 Stop Writing, Dry Ink!

"Hoo hoo!"

Jiang Yi sat alone in the lion chair and drank a cup of tea. He let out the pent-up breath in his heart. His eyes flickered and he forced himself to calm down. See if there is another way to get Tianshi?

If not, then he can only go hunting bandits, he can't waste any more time, he needs to reach the God-given City as soon as possible to speed up the progress of cultivation, Su Ruoxue is still enduring endless suffering...

"Selling treasures? Hunting and killing Mr. Hong of the Black Wind Legion and others got a lot of treasures, but these treasures are very expensive to buy. Selling them to those chambers of commerce is cheap and easy to be noticed. In case Mr. Hong and others It will be troublesome if your treasure has a special mark."

Treasures cannot be sold, nor can they be sold for a little money, unless the fake artifact is sold. After much deliberation, Jiang Yi found that there was no way to make money. He felt that he had returned to Tianyu City in the Tianxing Continent, and was stumped by some external things. Back then, he was almost driven crazy by the twelve taels of purple gold.

"Sky Feather City?"

His eyes lit up and he suddenly thought of something, he slapped his thigh and said: "That's right... I can make alchemy to earn heavenly stones, my Yuanli can improve the level of pills, and I can make alchemy to earn a lot of heavenly stones!"

His Yuanli is very special, he can remelt any kind of elixir into a higher level elixir. He and Qian Wanguan worked hard in Spirit Beast City back then, earning a lot of Zijin to buy two special elixir for Jiang Xiaonu.

"wrong."

Jiang Yi's eyes quickly dimmed, this is not Tianxing Continent, Zijin is not Tianshi, and the elixir outside is not worth much. Zijin is just a thing in the mortal world. A sky stone can easily be exchanged for 100 to 200 million purple gold, and even top-notch pills can only be sold for a few thousand sky stones.

He pondered for a while, and asked Feng Luan with some unwillingness to give up: "Feng'er, is there any particularly precious elixir? For example, an elixir that can sell tens of millions of skystones a piece?"

"I don't seem to have heard of this." Feng Luan shook her head and frowned and said, "Even if there is, it is a unique formula. You also know, my lord, that medicine pills cannot be used in cultivation unless they heal wounds and detoxify. Of course...we don't have any Having been exposed to this information, perhaps there are some miraculous medicinal pills."

"oh…"

Jiang Yi was a little disappointed. He didn't know much about alchemy, so he could only inject Yuanli into the elixir and reheat it to improve the quality of the elixir. The elixir he has come into contact with now is not expensive, so even if the quality of the elixir is improved, it will not sell many sky stones.

"It's a pity, my Yuanli is so special that it is useless. No... Yuanli, Yuanli!"

Jiang Yi sighed slightly, then his body froze, as if his mind was struck by lightning, he got up abruptly, and strode towards the square table in the hall.

He reached out and grabbed the ink brush to enter the state of harmony between man and nature, and began to paint quickly. This time, a red light lit up in his hand, so that his hand was enveloped by Yuanli, and he went in silently to paint with all his heart.

"God..."

Feng Luan's delicate body trembled, she covered her small cherry mouth, her eyes were full of astonishment, her pair of beautiful eyes were as bright as stars, and they gradually became blurred, her pretty face was full of excitement, her delicate body was trembling slightly all the time.

Stop the pen, dry the ink!

A landscape painting of Leishan took shape again, this time it was very clear, even if you have been to Tianlei Island, you can recognize it at a glance. And when Herring looked at it, he also felt a little throbbing in his soul, as if there was an inexplicable charm in this painting that could attract people into it.

"Tian Hua, young master, you have drawn another Tian Hua!"

Feng Luan was very excited. Jiang Yi painted sky paintings again, which not only means that she can earn a steady stream of sky stones, but the most important thing is that she personally likes calligraphy and painting art, and she admires and worships the strong in this industry. Now Jiang Yi can make two heavenly paintings. Although the painting skills are not good enough, this thing can be practiced. Maybe Jiang Yi can really become a painting emperor in the future...

"Painting Emperor!"

Thinking of the fact that the man she loves could become the legendary painting emperor, Feng Luan's heart became even more excited, her eyes looking at Jiang Yi were also extremely hot, her breathing became short of breath, her tender body became limp, like a kitten in spring.

"Yuanli! It turned out to be a matter of Yuanli. Who on earth passed this nameless exercise to me? It's so miraculous..."

Jiang Yi didn't care about Feng Luan, his eyes were full of shock and confusion. When he released the power to paint, he would have an inexplicable feeling that he could condense the Tao rhyme that emerged in his mind into the brush strokes, thus printing a magical painting. Road rhyme.

His black energy can enhance vision, hearing, and perception, and can also form pill lines in the pill, all thanks to the nameless technique. There are also the strange nine stars in his dantian, which are also automatically evolved by the nameless exercise, all of which explain the magic of the nameless exercise.

Now the nameless technique has made meritorious service again!

He drew random talismans but drew a picture of heaven. He swallowed a few mouthfuls and forced himself to calm down. After he was completely calm, he entered the state of harmony between man and nature again and continued to paint.

"Another one!"

Feng Luan's tender body trembled more and more, and Herring's breathing also became rapid. The two of them dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing Jiang Yi's painting.

Jiang Yi made more than a dozen paintings in a row, but not all of them were celestial paintings, only one-third of the dozen paintings were finished products, and the rest were just ordinary paintings without Dao rhyme.

Even so, Feng Luan and Herring were still agitated, these are all heavenly stones, there is an endless stream of skystones, Jiang Yi has this skill, and they will never worry about having no skystones in the future.

"wrong!"

Feng Luan suddenly thought of something, woke up Jiang Yi with a deep sip, she shook her head and said, "My lord, you can't draw Leishan anymore, this Leishan is too obvious, one or two pictures are fine, if there are too many, it will definitely spread. It will also attract the attention of Lu Lin and others, and they will be able to find us after tracing them all the way."

"yes!"

Jiang Yi nodded and said, "Then I should draw something else?"

"Um…"

Feng Luan nodded and said: "Besides, we can't sell the paintings right away. We will go to Zilong City after you have made hundreds or thousands of sky paintings. The price there will be higher. After processing these paintings, immediately Take the Heavenly Secret Ship to the City of Gods, and we won’t be able to show up at that time, just let Jin Jiao sell it.”

If thousands of sky paintings are thrown away, the entire god-given tribe will be shaken, and countless people will come to investigate. If everyone stays in the Purple Dragon Islands, it will definitely be unsafe. They can only be moved away immediately after they are sold.

"My lord, let's paint. Wan Guan and I will discuss it."

Feng Luan thought about it for a while and felt that it was still not safe, so she decided to finalize some details with Qian Wanguan, trying not to leave any traces, and to prevent Lu Lin from tracing any clues.

"Good! Herring, grind."

With a big wave of Jiang Yi's hand, he grabbed the ink pen and entered the state of harmony between man and nature, and the scene of the eruption of the bloody night and fierce sea and volcano appeared in his mind. He has already comprehended the Dao pattern of the power of fire, and he is also deeply impressed by the scene of the volcanic eruption in his mind. At this moment, he is drawing like a dragon, and it will come naturally.

Soon a magnificent picture scroll of volcanic eruption in the sea was completed, but unfortunately this picture was not satisfactory, and there was no Dao rhyme condensed on it.

Jiang Yi was not discouraged, and continued to concentrate on painting, the second, third, fourth...

Gradually, the scrolls drawn by Jiang Yi became more and more grand and imposing, and in the fourth painting there was a Taoist rhyme, which Herring could feel clearly.

"Young master, it's done, continue!"

Herring yelled loudly, seeing that Jiang Yi was a little tired, she leaned close to him, smiled coquettishly and leaned into his ear and said, "Young master, work harder, make thirty heavenly paintings today, tonight... we sisters can do whatever you want." You toss."

"Gulu!"

Jiang Yi's tiger body trembled, his eyes pointed pointedly, and he suddenly felt full of momentum. A brush was dancing like a dragon and snake, and he started to paint like crazy...