Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 152 The art of painting!
"Growing up well."

In the uninhabited sea, the sea beast whose body was covered with chain-like black shark patterns, had a dragon tail and horns, a flat head and a wide mouth, had a humanized thought flashing in its eyes.

In just over ten days, the body length of this Sumeru Dragon Whale King clone has completely broken through the three-foot body, and is approaching four feet!

The growth in body size brings about a sudden increase in strength!

There is no need for any deliberate practice. As a member of the alien royal family between heaven and earth, you only need to eat according to the instinct of life and wait for time to develop, which is enough to grow to a height that ordinary monks cannot reach in a lifetime!

Fang Xuan felt the power coming from the clone of the Sumeru Dragon Whale King, and silently estimated in his heart that this power was probably equivalent to that of a golden-clothed monk who entered the country for the first time.

And this Sumeru Dragon Whale King is still in a 'baby' state.

"The growth of the larval stage is almost rapid. If you think about it by the time you get out of the larval stage, your strength will be comparable to that of an ordinary flesh-womb realm monk."

A look of thought flashed in the little dragon whale's eyes, and then he flicked his thick dragon tail, opened his big mouth, and swallowed a group of krill in the distance!

Day two.

Ninth courtyard, inside the main hall.

Linda had a happy smile on her face and looked into the distance, as if reminiscing, "Every time I miss her, I use this bagasse to smell her scent."

"Junior Brother Long, this is the sugarcane bagasse that Junior Sister Ziyue and I chewed when we went out for an outing a year ago. It will smell like her when soaked in warm water."

"When Master is drunk, I don't want to go out, and I don't let him see me when I go out. What's the point?" A strange look flashed across Fang Xuan's face. Could it be that this sloppy Master of his own, and me? Is it possible to have a habit of killing people in good dreams?

Except for Zhao Yuming, the leader of the Ninth Academy, all the disciples of the Ninth Academy have already gathered.

Fang Xuan wore a clean white shirt, with sky blue silk thread on the cuffs and hem, embroidered with waves and water patterns. He wore black cloth boots, and stood tall and tall in the hall.

This is the uniform dress worn by ordinary disciples of the Bihaiyun Sect.

The second senior brother, Linda, held in one hand the dried sugarcane residue in a glass pot, and in the other hand he held the letter of love that he had written so hard last night.

Shaking his head, Fang Xuan saw that he couldn't understand and simply stopped thinking about it. Seeing that this second senior brother Linda always carried the bottle of sugarcane residue like a treasure that never left his body, he couldn't help but ask casually:
"Second Senior Brother, is this bagasse old? I see that Senior Brother always carries it with him. Could it be some kind of treasure?"

"Huh? What's the reason for this?" Fang Xuan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but become curious.

"." Fang Xuan was silent.

In the kitchen room on the other side, the aroma of food could be heard, and junior sister Zhao Zhuzhu was preparing breakfast for the day.

This made him think of the disciple who led him yesterday. When he saw the Ninth Courtyard, he felt like he was avoiding the God of Plague.

"Our Ninth Hospital doesn't even have a servant? Why do we need Senior Sister Zhuzhu to cook in person?" Fang Xuan asked curiously.

Hearing this, Linda, who was still anxious, suddenly showed an enigmatic smile on her face.

"Hey, Master was very drunk last night. I'm afraid he won't get up before noon. I'm still in a hurry to hand over the love letter to Junior Sister Ziyue. Hey, hey, I'm so annoyed. I'm so annoyed. !”

Purple air comes from the east, and the sun rises.

Second senior brother Lin Da said something, then frowned and looked at the letter of love in his hand, with a look of anxiety on his face.

"No, Master, he only eats the food cooked by Junior Sister Zhuzhu. He coughs after eating food cooked by others." Second Senior Brother Lin Da shook his head and said, "Of course, this is a more official reason, the real reason. They are other servants who dare not come to our Ninth Courtyard."

Next to him, Senior Brother Gu Chang was holding a jug of wine bag in his hand, sipping the wine one mouthful at a time.

"This can't be explained in a few words. You will know it later. Anyway, remember one thing. Every time Master is drunk and falls asleep, you must never go out. If you do go out, you will see Master. , and don’t say hello, don’t let him see you.”

Grass!
It turns out to be a licking dog!
"Junior brother, you are still young, you don't know what love is." Linda withdrew her gaze, patted Fang Xuan on the shoulder, and educated her in the tone of her predecessors.

"." Fang Xuan raised his eyelids and remained silent.

Time passed slowly. Wait until it's time to go up three poles in the near future.

"Well, I slept really comfortably." Zhao Yuming was still wearing the same baggy clothes as yesterday, with shiny cuffs. He walked out from behind the screen in the main hall with his eyes drowsy and stretched out.

"Are you getting up so early?" Zhao Yuming glanced at everyone, then touched his empty stomach and shouted to the kitchen next to him: "Zhuzhu, is dinner ready?"

"I'm coming."

The Ninth Hospital is not crowded, so there is not much red tape.

Including Fang Xuan, a total of five people gathered around a round table, both for eating and for a morning meeting.

"Long Jing, I see that the energy and blood in your body are stirring. Your cultivation level should be quite high, right? What kind of cultivation level are you practicing? What kind of skills are you practicing?"

Zhao Yuming poured a glass of sake, smacked his lips and asked.

"Reporting to Master, this disciple has cultivated the Dragon Whale Technique that you passed on to my father. As for his cultivation, he is currently at the level of the third heaven, the middle stage of the flesh-womb realm." Fang Xuan replied truthfully.

"What? At your age, at the Third Heaven Pass, in the middle stage of the Flesh Fetus Realm?"

Zhao Yuming almost spit out his drink. The taciturn senior brother Gu Chang and the other two people, who were drinking silently, also made similar movements with shocked expressions on their faces.

"Master, don't be surprised. My cultivation is just a result of my father's secret technique." Fang Xuan said with a smile.

After the party explains clearly the cause and effect.

Zhao Yuming suddenly stroked his beard and let out a long sigh: "It's a pity that you can enter the flesh-womb realm through the teaching of kung fu, which means that you have the potential to reach this realm. Now that you have accepted the kung fu taught by others, your foundation has been completely destroyed. Three days is the limit of your life."

After the words fell, Zhao Yuming couldn't help but narrowed his eyes when he saw that Fang Xuan's expression was as usual, without even the slightest hint of depression.

There was a hint of appreciation in those turbid eyes.

"Long Jing, didn't you ask me yesterday what kind of practice our Ninth Academy practices?"

Zhao Yuming put down his wine glass, with a serious look on his face that was always laughing and joking.

When Fang Xuan heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Dragon Whale Technique, he is almost at the end of practicing this technique.

He didn't know how Hei Lu would change in the end.

If it really stopped abruptly at the third Tianguan realm, then he would have to make plans early and find another way.

"Our Ninth Institute has two cultivation paths."

"One is the way of painting."

Zhao Yuming spoke in a deep voice and dipped his fingertips into some wine.

next moment.

He used his finger to represent the pen and the table to represent the paper. He used the pen to move around on the table, all in one go.

In an instant, countless drinks appeared like ink stains, turned into a long knife, and slashed forward with a bang!
puff!
A peach tree in front of the yard was cut open like a knife cutting tofu, and its roots were broken.

"This" Fang Xuan's eyes flashed suddenly.

"Manpower will eventually be exhausted, but mental power is infinite!"

Zhao Yuming's turbid eyes narrowed, and his old five fingers stained with oil and meat brushed through the void, as if playing a silent nine-fold fairy music.

In an instant!
The swords, guns, swords and halberds made of ink condensed one after another and emerged in the void. Then they suddenly turned the tip of the blade and shot forward through the air!
(End of this chapter)