Supreme Tianyin

Chapter 103 Real Dreams
Fang Litian stood with his hands behind his back, and after the sound fell, three figures came out of the alley silently, blocking all Fang Litian's escape routes.

"Boy, your vigilance is not bad, but you are too conceited." Said a man with a hideous scar on Fang Litian's right hand.

"A small martial artist in the middle stage of Juyuan has Xu Mijie, boy, you must be a genius disciple of some sect, but unfortunately, many geniuses have died at the hands of the three wolves of the mountains. When you meet us, you are destined to die because Conceited and ruined my own life." Another man on the left smiled lowly.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, you talk so much, it looks like this kid doesn't even dare to speak." The man in front joked, "Hand over the Sumeru Precepts, and all your wealth, and maybe you can escape your life. "

"Whispering." Fang Litian shook his head, "Enough talking, let's do it. I have very little time, so I can't waste it on you."

The man in front was furious immediately, and the other two were about to attack. The third brother roared: "Brother and second brother, leave this kid to me, and I will tear his mouth and crush his bones, and let him know what he said. The price of words."

"Okay." The eldest brother and the second brother stared at Fang Litian closely, and began to look forward to Fang Litian's wailing and begging for mercy later.

The three wolves of the mountains have been in the setting sun mountains for more than ten years, beheading many geniuses of the sect, and their strength is also among the top ranks in the Juyuan state, even compared with Lin Xiao and others, they are still far behind Not far away, coupled with the murderous aura all over his body, the young warriors whose strength is similar to theirs are not their opponents.

In their eyes, Fang Litian was no different from the previous geniuses.

It can be killed easily.

The third brother smirked and rushed forward, like a tiger attacking a sheep, his hands were in tiger claws, and the fingertips were surrounded by golden sharpness, his wanton killing intent made people feel terrified.

"Too weak." He didn't even use the Burning Blood Technique, and the pressure was close to [-]%. The third brother slowed down, and a golden light flashed, and a hole the size of a thumb appeared between the third brother's eyebrows.

"It's your turn." The two of them saw their third younger brother die before they could see what happened just now, and then another golden light flashed by. But it has disappeared forever.

Bang bang bang, three bodies fell to the ground, Fang Litian made a random move, and a Sumeru ring fell into his hand. When he probed into it, he found that there were tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones in it, and the gold was close to ten million.

The three Yuan Gathering Realms can have so much wealth, it seems that they have robbed many warriors.

Putting the Sumeru Ring in, Fang Litian jumped back into the room, leaving only three corpses to prove that a battle just took place here.

The lady proprietress of the inn came out from a corner, looked at Fang Litian's room in horror, shivered tremblingly, and murmured to herself: "It's too strong, one move in the middle of Juyuan can kill three people in the late Juyuan, then The general trend makes me feel depressed, when did Tiannan Kingdom produce such a young and strong man?"

Qunshan Town is a border town of Tiannan Kingdom, it will take a lot of time for Fang Litian's name to spread here.

Things like this are happening all over the town in the middle of the night, and most of the people who are targeted are weaker and don't know the truth about not revealing their wealth.

It's just that whoever is the hunter and who is the prey in the end depends on their own abilities.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the room. Fang Litian took out the sword-shaped scroll and studied it for half a month. Fang Litian didn't know what material the scroll was made of. A piece of tranquility, without any disturbance from clutter.

This was a few days ago, when Fang Litian spent the night in a wilderness at night, the howling of wolves and tigers filled his mind, and it was difficult to calm down, but after taking out the scroll, Fang Litian found that all those sounds seemed to have disappeared.

Only then did I discover another function of the picture scroll.

Slowly opened the picture scroll, and the big world of mountains and rivers appeared in front of his eyes again. Fang Litian has seen it no less than a hundred times these days, and he seems to be able to see different artistic conceptions from it every time he looks at it, but it is still difficult to comprehend the wonderful realm contained in the picture scroll .

Fang Litian can also confirm that this picture scroll contains the profound meaning of space, and only the profound meaning of space can make a painting into a world, and he still feels vaguely that there should be other profound meanings in it.

It's just that Fang Litian's current level is too low to comprehend.

Immersed in the picture scroll, Fang Litian's soul seemed to be brought into the world of the picture scroll. Suddenly, the old man fishing in the picture scroll seemed to be smiling. I saw him gently waving the fishing rod, and the fishing line intertwined in space, like It was a small dragon writhing and dancing in the air, as if it had life.

The fishing rod drew a simple track, but Fang Litian saw a giant holding a giant sword in it, and the giant sword seemed to be nothing in the giant's hand, or picked it up, or turned it over...

Light and agile, like a sophisticated dancer dancing in the air, stepping on wonderful steps, every step is unpredictable, and every step is beautiful and incredible.

Fang Litian was deeply involved, a blurry figure appeared in his mind, the figure was dancing according to the trajectory of the giant sword, stepping out, the blurred figure suddenly became two, and then two became four...

More and more, endlessly.

Just when Fang Litian was comprehending the picture scroll, a guest shrouded in black robes ushered in late at night in Qunshan Town.

This person came empty-handed, and there were no fluctuations in his body power, but every step he took could cover a distance of tens of meters, as if shrinking the ground into an inch in the legend, and his whole body was covered by a large black robe. Any exposed skin.

The dark night enveloped him, and he seemed to be part of the night.

Walking out step by step, he soon entered the town of Qunshan, a drunk Yuanyuanjing martial artist who was drinking from the Fengyue place in Qunshan town saw the man in black, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and was about to grin and laugh. The man in black dressed up like a ghost at night, but his eyes widened in vain, and he found that the man in black turned out to be a shadow.

yes!no shadows!How could there be no shadow!
The drunk warrior suddenly woke up and wanted to run away in horror, but at this moment the corner of the man's mouth under his robe twitched, his figure disappeared like a ghost, and the next moment he appeared directly from the shadow of the warrior.

The terrified warrior widened his mouth and looked at the man in black who was gradually appearing like quicksilver. He wanted to speak, but the words he said turned into a "clucking" sound in his mouth, and streams of blood kept coming out of his mouth.

A foot-long thorn protruded from the back of the warrior's neck, and blood flowed horizontally.

Pulling out the thorn, the man in black walked away at the same pace, as if he wasn't the one who killed the man just now.

When he reached the inn where Fang Litian lived, the man in black paused slightly, and continued to walk forward. In the wide sleeves of the man in black, he crushed a portrait into pieces. From the corner, you can find that the portrait is exactly what Fang Litian looks like.

lifelike.

"The genius that comes out once in Tiannan Kingdom for hundreds of years is about to die in my hands. Just thinking about it makes people look forward to it. That damned Guangyao Sect can only be done after leaving Tiannan Kingdom, otherwise you can drink genius tonight Blood." The hoarse voice of the man in black was heard only by himself.

Fang Litian was still immersed in the world of the picture scroll, and he didn't even notice that the killer from the Dark Dragon Palace had come to his door.

The vague shadow movements in his mind became more and more skillful. After an unknown amount of time, Fang Litian, who was sitting, stood up, his eyes were still tightly closed, and his right foot stepped in lightly, but this foot seemed to contain inexplicable meaning. artistic conception.

Fang Litian's figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared in the corner of the room, and the other Fang Litian was still in place and did not dissipate.

This is not an afterimage.

The two Fang Litian opened their eyes at the same time, Fang Litian in the corner showed a slight smile, looked at the expressionless self beside the bed, and said with a smile: "I never thought that the moves I created after comprehending the profound meaning of space would take into account both martial skills and body skills."

"This movement technique is the movement technique I dream of. With the continuous comprehension of the profound meaning of space, the movement technique will become stronger and stronger."

"Let's call it..."True Dreamland"."

(End of this chapter)