The life simulator of the strange world

Chapter 143 Inheritance of Huatian Zhenjun
"Hahahaha!" The young man laughed so loudly that he even patted his thigh: "You say I'm Huatian, hahaha!"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Zhu Qi couldn't help guessing: "Aren't you?"

"Of course not!"

The smile gradually faded, and he shook his head proudly: "This king will not change his name when he is going, or change his surname when he is sitting, fly sickle!"

Zhu Qi shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

He was already sure that the young man who claimed to be Feisi should have been sealed in the painting by Hua Tianzhen. He didn't know whether he entered the painting physically or in other ways.

"I have a great reputation!" Fei Lian cursed angrily, "I used to beat all the invincible opponents in the world. If that bastard Hua Tian hadn't used tricks to trap me here, I would have swallowed him long ago!"

Fei Lian suddenly made up an expression, rubbed his hands together and said, "Boy, why don't you do me a favor and draw a picture for me? As long as you help me get out of here, I will give you a set of treasures, which are worse than those shit tricks." The soldiers are much stronger, and I got them when I killed the masters of the Great Sacred Realm."

"My strength is too weak." Zhu Qi shook his head: "Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of conceiving a treasure. If I take your treasure, I am afraid that everyone in the world will want to kill me to seize the treasure, so let's forget it."

"Who dares to kill you! As long as you let me out, I will protect you!" Fei Lian seemed to be afraid that Zhu Qi would not believe him, and his chest thumped loudly.

"Otherwise this is the case!"

Fei Lian added again: "You help draw Laozi's portrait, and draw Laozi's majesty in all directions. After Laozi goes out, I will help you kill all your enemies. I see that you still have the blood of the dragon clan on your body, and you must like beauties... In this way, How about I do good things to the end, help you become the emperor, and let you marry three thousand beauties?"

"Three thousand? I'm afraid my waist won't be able to carry it." Zhu Qi shook his head: "Let's forget it, it's even more uncomfortable not to squeeze out a drop."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what do you want?"

"I wanted to come in to get the inheritance of Huatianzhenjun, but I didn't expect that the one in the painting turned out to be you." Zhu Qi shook his head and said, "Without Huatianzhenjun's inheritance, you will give me nothing attractive."

"inherited?"

Fei Lian let out an "oops" and said, "You said it earlier, the reason why I was kept here by Huatian was to help him choose a successor, but... I stayed here for too long, so I have some memories just now. I don't know, but luckily you reminded me."

"Ahem..." Fei Lian cleared his throat and said, "After my observation, you are the most suitable successor of Huatian Zhenjun. Except for you, no one else is worthy of Huatian Zhenjun's succession!"

Zhu Qi shook his head slightly, not believing what the other party said.

Unexpectedly, suddenly a strange force struck and got into Zhu Qi's mind, shaking him mentally.

Fei Lian didn't lie.

That peculiar force also left Zhu Qi with four kinds of secret information.

Grinding ink, writing brushes, drawing objects, and sealing paintings.

At the same time, Zhu Qi heard another voice.

"Qingyun breathing method?"

Zhu Qi looked up at Fei Lian and found that Fei Lian was still talking emotionally. The voice didn't seem to be Fei Lian's, and Fei Lian didn't hear that voice.

"The flying scythe is a rare beast in the world, and it must not be let go, otherwise it will be like letting a tiger go back to the mountain... Since you know the "Qingyun Tuna Method", you can also follow my way"

The owner of the voice has not appeared for a long time, but Zhu Qi has a strong intuition that the owner of the voice must be the mysterious Huatian Zhenjun.

"It's hard to paint a tiger's skin, but it's hard to paint the bones. Knowing people, knowing the face, but not knowing the heart, my path is exploring the unknown, trying to find the end."

Zhu Qi asked, "Did you find it?"

Fei Lian, who was talking to himself, was startled: "Who are you talking to! Is it that bastard Huatian! Huatian, get out of here, Huatian!! I ate you in one bite, and I want to talk to your old lady!" sleepy!"

The voice replied with a chuckle: "Maybe, I am just a stroke left by Huatian back then, but I believe that Huatian has not found its end yet."

Zhu Qi nodded.

The voice continued: "This method can seal monsters. In this world, the flying scythe is extremely restrained, but in the outside world... everything depends on you."

"If there is a destiny, you and I can toast and drink in the starry sky, above the galaxy."

Toast to each other?

Qin Lai was the last one who invited him to toast to drink on the galaxy. The difference is that Qin Lai is only a three-level art practitioner, while Huatian Zhenjun is a one-level skill.

What is the relationship between Tianzhenjun and Qin Lai?

And...Qin Lai, is there any relationship between Huatian Zhenjun and Chunzhu?

Zhu Qi was in a mess.

The only one who is still walking around in this world and has a relationship with Qin Lai and Huatian Zhenjun is Chunzhu. If you want to know everything, go to Chunzhu to get the answer.

"I'm talking to you!"

Fei Lian jumped anxiously and rushed to Zhu Qi: "Boy, is it Huatian who talked to you just now? Isn't it!"

"Yes" Zhu Qi nodded: "Huatian Zhenjun taught me a set of secret methods."

"Hahaha!" Fei Lian laughed loudly: "Look, I really didn't lie to you! He told you to get the inheritance of Huatian, so you can get the inheritance of Huatian. How about...is it your turn now? Did you keep your promise?"

"What promise?"

"You promise me that you will draw me's mighty arrogance!" Fei Lian said angrily, "Why, do you want to admit it? Believe it or not, I swallowed you in one gulp?"

Zhu Qi nodded helplessly: "It's okay to draw you, but I'm still thinking about the four tricks that Tianzhen Jun taught me just now. I wonder if you can give me some pointers?"

"This trifle!"

Fei Lian laughed and said: "I fought against Hua Tian for several years back then, and I know his tricks like the back of my hand."

"What about Yanmo?" Zhu Qi asked.

"Using blood into the ink, the stronger the mana in the ink, the stronger the power." Fei Lian said: "If it wasn't for the bastard Huatian who got the blood of a strange beast from nowhere, I would never lose!"

Zhu Qi has long seen that Fei Lian is a perverse bastard, and it is not good to follow Fei Lian's words, it is better to ignore them.

"Where is the pen?" Zhu Qi asked again.

"Fix the soul with a pen, it's fixed, and it won't be able to move soon?" Fei Lian gritted his teeth: "I was fixed by this trick at the beginning."

"Painting?"

"Draw something in, and people will be stunned, unable to move."

"Seal the painting?"

"On the scroll, there is no possibility of escaping in this life."

Fei Lian finished speaking faster, and then asked: "I said boy, do you want to paint or not?"

"Draw, of course I did!"

"Roar!" Flying sickle raised its head and roared, and instantly turned into a giant beast that covered the sky and the sun.

With a roar, the earth trembled and the mountains shook.

The giant beast flying sickle lowered its head and looked at Zhu Qi.

"Use some blood." Zhu Qi said: "The better the ink, the greater the power. You told me."

Fei Lian bit his hoof helplessly, squeezed out a few drops of blood and threw it to Zhu Qi.

Zhu Qi grinds the ink, spreads the paper, and writes the pen.

After looking at the flying sickle twice, he still didn't draw it obediently. With a turn of his pen, an old buffalo appeared on the drawing paper.

"Ah! I'm going to eat you in one bite, moo!"

(End of this chapter)