Immortal Cultivation: Three Thousand Great Fortunes

Chapter 29 Have you ever heard of the Texture Maker?

Tattoo practice failed?The devil knows if you failed in refining?Instead of hacking other people's own metamorphosis?

This guy said nicely at first, saying that he would practice tattooing for free in public for a day.

After suddenly wanting to marry two stunning girls, the promise changed, and it became three days later to get the tattoo.

Hearing the booing, Wang Jiannan pulled the muscles on his face, and immediately continued with a half-smile: "Next, Jiannan will perform a very mysterious tattoo training technique for the elders."

As soon as the son finished speaking, a silver Qiankun bag on his waist burst into a glare, and thirty emerald green wood-attribute elemental patterns were suspended in the sky above the training pattern tripod.

Wang Jiannan's complexion became serious, and he pointed out with his right hand, and began to perform the first step of pattern training technique, rolling pattern technique.

I saw emerald green light flickering, and a prototype of an intermediate and low-level wood attribute element pattern quickly took shape in the void.

All in one go, without any lag!

The rudimentary form of this element pattern does not dissipate in the air, but twists and turns as if it is spiritual.

Among the tens of thousands of onlookers, those with strong spiritual power felt that the object was slowly absorbing the wood spirit power dissipating in the air.

"Wow"

There was a round of applause.

Everyone knows that this is the huge difference between a monk and a tattoo practitioner.

At this moment, a thunder-like sound resounded in the sky!
"A tattoo trainer is a bird!"

The sound of drinking was like thunder, full of vitality, rolling across the sky of the martial arts arena.

Everyone can hear clearly!
"Who is so arrogant? A tattoo trainer is considered a bird, so what are we little monks?"

Someone in the crowd whispered!
"You little monks are nothing, are we mortals still human?"

In the sky outside the Martial Arts Field, a small black spot appeared, and it came volleying unhurriedly.

In just a moment, he volleyed into the martial arts arena.

However, what is funny is that this person is wearing a long black gown that only reaches the knees, and it is still made of coarse cloth.

Bai Shengsheng's lower legs were exposed. It was obvious that the long gown was much shorter and didn't fit well.

Wearing a pair of old black cloth shoes, he clearly looked poor.

His appearance is handsome, with a well-defined outline, and his skin is like jade, with a faint luster.

But his cultivation base is extremely high, and he can escape in the air.

This is an ability that can only be obtained with a cultivation base above the True Texture Realm.

Where is this so inconceivable and sacred, that one can treat a noble and incomparably noble pattern trainer as a bird?
Even if you are a cultivator in the real tattoo realm, you are not qualified to trample on the tattoo trainer.

Han Xiaochuan walked slowly towards the wooden platform with an air of superciliousness.Appears calm and unhurried, as if there is no one else around.

Standing on the wooden platform, Wang Jiannan didn't act rashly.

Just looking at this strange mysterious man coming from the void, with a sarcastic and cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

Han Xiangdanzi has long since lost all hope, like a body without a soul.That walking dead look, lifeless, made people feel pain in their hearts.

All of a sudden, she heard the words "A tattoo practitioner is a bird!" This sentence has been lingering in the deepest part of her heart.

At that moment, like an electric shock, her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

Such a familiar voice, such a familiar figure, such a familiar face!

That is the familiarity engraved in the bone!
OMG!That's my brother Chuanchuan!
Isn't that my savior?
How did he become his little brother?

what happened?

What the hell is going on?

How did he become so powerful?
Walking in the air, isn't that only a true monk can do it?

Han Xiangdanzi trembled all over.

The brain suddenly whirled,
It turned out that the savior I admired so much,
It turned out to be the younger brother raised by himself.

No wonder it's so familiar.

Han Xiangdanzi could no longer restrain the ripples in her heart, which expanded round and round.

Blushed!
A heart wants to jump out of the chest cavity.

She had never been in love with any man, only that mysterious man in black who suddenly descended from the sky when all her thoughts were lost seemed to open her heart.

Now he suddenly became his little brother like a drama.

At this moment, Han Xiangdanzi was infatuated, looking at the younger brother who came from Takong as if looking at a rare treasure, he looks so handsome, so good-looking.

That body is so tough.

But the clothes!
Han Xiangdanzi became short of breath.

She sewed it stitch by stitch for her younger brother, and the one in Youshuitan was unexpectedly so short.

But he has been wearing it all the time and never discarded it.Even wearing it and appearing on such occasions, I am not afraid of losing face.

Because she sewed it with her own hands, and he wore it warmly.Han Xiangdanzi instantly understood that this was love for her, very deep and strong.

Han Xiaochuan slowly landed on the wooden platform, with the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes slanted, and he looked frivolously at Wang Jiannan who was already a little uneasy, without saying a word.

You have to create some psychological pressure on him.

I want to see you, a bitch, get hairy!
In Han Xiaochuan's eyes, the blood light flickered, a kind of invisible oppressive feeling from the superior, which made Wang Jiannan feel weak for a while.

This young man who seems to be in his twenties is very likely to be a true tattoo practitioner, maybe he is also a tattoo practitioner.

Subconsciously, he arched his hands and bowed to say hello to the senior.This was his habitual humble action before he became a tattoo trainer.

Although it has not been used for many years, it will soon be reflected in the numbness.

At this moment, Wang Jiannan suddenly felt that he was showing weakness, and that he was also an incomparably noble pattern trainer.

And this one obviously came to Jitai, so he has no good intentions.

Immediately his face straightened, and the humble look on his face was withdrawn faster than lightning.

Just about to ask loudly, who is coming.

How could Han Xiaochuan let him speak first at this moment, and said first: "Little friend Jiannan! Have you ever heard of a pattern maker?"

Wang Jiannan blocked the words that came to his lips.Hearing the other party call himself Xiaoyou!There is a sudden in my heart.

Could it be that this person who came out of nowhere is a senior expert in the world of tattoo practitioners?

But the name of the texture maker seems to have been heard before.

Seeing the thoughtful look on his face, Han Xiaochuan knew that this guy must know something.

No more words to interrupt his thinking, hehe!The cow rope has already been put on his nostrils, the next thought, follow me.

Wang Jiannan suddenly remembered that many years ago in the Sutra Pavilion of Lingjian Mountain, he saw an ancient animal skin scroll, which contained a legend that had been circulated in the Yanshang Continent thousands of years ago.

　【Rolling all over the floor, begging for more reading, begging for more reading, begging for more reading, begging for more reading】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)