Nine Revolutions Primal Chaos Art

Even if he suddenly accelerated forward, the small yard maintained the same speed as him, three hundred feet away.

Xiao Lingyu felt very strange, that is, he constantly accelerated to the small yard, but although he increased his speed to the maximum, he could not catch up with the small yard.

What's more strange is that the small yard will become a flat land wherever it goes.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Xiao Lingyu thought the small yard was too strange. He immediately turned around and stopped chasing.

Unexpectedly, the small yard seemed to be working hard with Xiao Lingyu, and actually chased Xiao Lingyu back.

The small yard obviously moves faster than Xiao Lingyu. It seems to be chasing after Xiao Lingyu, but it still keeps a distance of 300 feet from Xiao Lingyu.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, Xiao Lingyu thought and hid directly into the chaotic spectrum.

Through a light door of chaos spectrum, Xiao Lingyu looked at the yard and thought, "see what moths you can play!"

After about three breaths, the small yard slowly moved here and stopped at the position of the chaotic spectrum.

What Xiao Lingyu didn't expect was that the small yard was no longer moving and stopped at the place where the chaotic spectrum was hidden.

The yard was very quiet. No friars came in and out of it, and the doors of the three huts were closed all the time.

"I'm trapped in the chaos spectrum again. What's in this small yard? It seems that I have eyes. If I go out like this, something will happen."

Xiao Lingyu was at a loss. He didn't know whether to go out or wait.

In addition, the time flow rate in the chaotic spectrum is relatively fast. In the past year, there are ten thousand years inside. Without enough patience, ordinary monks really can't stay in the chaotic spectrum.

Xiao Lingyu was quite patient. For the sake of safety, he held back his intention to go out and decided to wait and see for a while.

But the little yard didn't know what was going on. It just stayed where it was.

Xiao Lingyu crossed his knees at the door of the light door and began to meditate on those small characters. He occasionally looked outside.

A hundred years have passed outside and a million years have passed in the chaotic spectrum, and the small yard is still quiet.

For the past three thousand years, Xiao Lingyu was still blocked by a thin layer of window paper.

However, there was a movement outside. An old man with a big belly, slightly bald head and bare feet walked into the yard with a smile on his face.

Holding a one foot long banana fan, the old man leisurely entered the yard and came to the crooked neck tree. With a wave of the fan, there was a stone pier and a small round stone table under the tree.

The old man sat on the stone pier and swept his loose robes and sleeves on the stone table. There was a wine pot and a large wine bowl on the stone table.

However, just as the old man filled the wine bowl with wine, the shape of the small yard suddenly changed. It turned into a monster like a tiger in an instant.

The tiger is as big as an ox, black and white, most of its hair is white, the black part is in circles, and there are some black spots.

At this time, the monster's two front claws quickly picked up the wine bowl, and then the wine in the wine bowl was poured into his mouth.

However, as soon as the wine was imported, the tiger like monster spit out another mouthful and stretched out its tongue. Its two front claws kept fanning in front of its mouth. It looked very psychic and funny.

"Ha ha, you beast, are greedy. You've suffered a loss this time!"

The old man laughed loudly, patted the tiger's head with a banana fan, and said proudly: "This wine is the wine I won from your master. It's a pity that that guy thinks he's smart. Last time he bet with me, he lost your beast to me. This time he lost again. He originally lost a pot of free and smart wine. That guy unkindly gave me a pot of bitter wine. This time he poured a bowl for you to drink... Taste your master's bitter wine , wonderful, wonderful... "

The tiger monster looked decadent and crept down stuffy, but then it stood up again and said a few words to the old man.

"Oh?"

After listening, the old man's face changed slightly and narrowed his eyes to look around.

"Don't fool me. How can there be any strong Terran here?"

After the old man looked around carefully for a while, another banana fan patted the tiger's head.

The fierce tiger looked very wronged and shouted a few words, as if he were pleading for his own grievance.

"Like your black hearted and cunning master, you lie all day. Even your master is honest in front of me, but you beast comes to deceive me. If there are other strong men here, you can hide them from my eyes?" the old man replied indifferently.

The tiger didn't dare to say more, so he ran to one side and fell asleep on a big Bluestone.

The old man didn't pour wine for himself. He just sat there empty and looked leisurely. He didn't go to practice or do anything else.

A few hours later, the tiger sleeping on the big Bluestone suddenly woke up and looked up at the mountains in the distance.

The old man had no other movement, but the smile on his face became stronger.

Not long later, a middle-aged monk wearing a black robe and a strange hat came slowly through the void.

The middle-aged monk looked a little thin, with thick eyebrows and small eyes, but his eyes were very dark and bright. In addition, he had a pinch of beard on both sides of his mouth and chin, which made him look very intelligent.

Before he came near, the fierce tiger had already met him and looked wronged and pitiful.

"You beast, you are still nostalgic. He lost you to me, and you still miss him. Although I don't treat you well, I won't lose you." the old man scolded angrily.

The middle-aged monk patted the tiger's head gently, a little love, a little reluctant, a little guilty... In short, his expression was complex.

"Barefoot brother, why do you have to compete with an animal? Besides, it belongs to you now. You should be kind to it."

The middle-aged friar slowly fell down and waved his sleeve to get himself a stone pier to sit.

"What's the use of it? Besides some tricks, what magic powers does it have? It looks very powerful, but last time I took it to the Ming King's house, it didn't dare to approach within 300 feet of the Ming King's house. It's as timid as a mouse and can't become a big weapon!" the old man despised the tunnel.

"Since I don't like it, I'd better give it back to me so that I won't be upset." the middle-aged monk looked considerate.

"Come on, I'm willing to admit defeat. If I lose, I'll go back. Don't I beat you in vain?"

The old man waved his hand again and again, and then said, "by the way, I clearly won the Lingtong holy wine this time. How did you give me a pot of bitter wine?"

The middle-aged monk asked, "have you drunk, brother?"

The old man shook his head, pointed to the tiger and said, "I haven't drunk it, but it filled himself with a big bowl."

The middle-aged monk Huo Ran stood up and looked very angry. However, he thought that the bitter wine was deliberately sent by himself. He wanted to Yin the old man, so he sat down angrily again.

Just in a flash, the middle-aged monk smiled again and said, "I came today to explain this. At that time, you and I drank too much together. I was a little drunk, so I took the wrong wine. I was afraid that my brother would drink bitter wine by mistake, so I came day and night. Hei hei."

The old man knew what the temperament of the middle-aged friar was, so he didn't bother much. After returning a pot of Lingtong holy wine, he pointed to the fierce tiger and said, "brother Shen, do you want to take back your pet?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged friar immediately came to some spirit, but soon recovered his natural expression and said calmly, "there's no reason to come back for something lost. I'm not the one who can't afford to cheat!"