Super Bloodline: The Devouring System

"Wandering painter?" He raised his eyebrows and whispered to himself.

I can't help but raise the record that I saw in an ancient book that the wandering painter and storyteller are the same kind of people, all of them are capable people.

They are different from ordinary practitioners. They don't need to practice Qi. They have their own way of cultivation. Storytellers rely on the ancient books in their hands. The more knowledge they spread, the stronger the energy they perceive.

Traveling painters also travel all over the world and paint for those who are destined to do so. This is a way for them to practice.

"Brother, I didn't expect that you could see my identity. It's really not easy."

At this time, the man in front of him suddenly turned his head, raised an interesting look and looked at Qin fan's eyes.

The man in front of the meeting had a pair of sword eyebrows, red phoenix triangle eyes, long hair tied behind him, and a slim figure, as if he were a woman.

But from the Adam's apple on his neck, Qin fan could conclude that he was a real man, just because he was pretty.

"It's just a chance to see it in ancient books. I don't know much about it." Qin fan shakes his head, embraces his fist across the void and says modestly.

According to the records of ancient books, no matter storytellers or wandering painters, they seldom appear in this world. There are few people left who are old and dead.

I was shocked to find that it was embarrassing to be broken by humanity before I spoke.

Before the meeting, the man put the scroll away, carried it behind him and walked slowly to Qin fan, "if you don't mind, we can have a chat, a cup of turbid wine and talk about life."

He raised his hand to fill Qin fan with wine and gave him a smile. There was a smile on his face.

It's the first time that he's been out for such a long time. It naturally attracts attention.

It's very clear how extraordinary the identity of wandering painter is. The most important thing is that it has disappeared in ancient times, which is even less than that of storytellers. It's passed down from generation to generation, and sometimes it doesn't appear for centuries.

"Wandering painters paint the most essential path between heaven and earth. The starting point of contact is much higher than that of ordinary people. That's why they have been punished by heaven and have been stranded all their lives."

He took the wine cup in front of him, sipped it gently, and then threw a peanut bean into his mouth. Qin Fan said to himself.

The people in this vein are so rebellious that even heaven does not allow them to exist. They have survived from generation to generation.

"Alas, the inheritance has been almost cut off since now. Unfortunately, I'm a disgrace."

Naturally, he saw what Qin fan thought in his heart. The man in front of him had no choice but to shake his head. There was a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

Qin fan turned his lips and naturally didn't believe it. There are so many hypocritical people in this world that everyone knows how to hide his strength.

Before that, I only knew that there was a wandering painter in the world, but I didn't have half a month. Now that he really appeared in front of him, his desire for exploration naturally rose.

"I'd like to introduce myself. As for the origin of the painting soul, it's nothing strange. I'm one of the few disciples left after traveling around the painter's vein."

The man in front of him is very familiar. He drinks and introduces Qin fan.

With a desire to explore in his eyes, he attracted Qin fan's attention. I don't know why, Qin fan also attracted his attention. Otherwise, how could he sit down and talk with Qin fan with his arrogance.

"Dragon gate, Qin fan!"

Raised his hand, issued a burst of hearty laughter, drink the glass of wine.

In the soul of painting, there is a different temperament from ordinary people. If there is no wrong guess, this should be the so-called special blood.

Any able man has special blood in his body. Otherwise, how can he be called a strange man.

In this world, there are many special blood vessels, which are not strong or weak, but each has its own advantages, and the development direction of each blood vessel is not the same.

"I didn't expect that my brother came from the famous canglongmen in ancient times. He was really a hero. The soul of the painting was stunned, and the look of exploration in his eyes became more intense.

The origin of canglongmen is grand, which is not as simple as Qin fan imagined. The soul of the painters who come from Yunyou naturally knows something about it.

If you don't ask more questions, it's better to know less about the secrets of the sect.

No one likes to be questioned. This is their biggest secret. No one can know except the closest ones.

"I don't know when I'll see you again. If we meet next time, we'll have to have fun with wine! " Qin fan got up, hugged his fist, said nothing more and left quickly.

This kind of person must have a guard around him. If he sees through his secret, he doesn't know what trouble he will cause.

Like these sects, canglongmen is famous for its high-end combat power.

These talented people rely on their own strength and hegemony. Now, even if they are in decline, no one knows whether any old monsters survived.Qin fan's face looked more strange. Who could have expected that strange people would appear one after another in an unknown place.

That is to say, any one will continue to explore, and it is not easy to meet him.

Qin fan goes away, and the scroll in the soul's hand is placed on the table. A burst of aura rises, and the illusory figure of the old man emerges beside him.

"Master!"

The soul of painting opens his mouth respectfully. The old man who appears in front of him is his master.

It's a special vein for a wandering painter. He can seal his aura into a painting scroll and use it as a talisman for his disciples. Of course, he can't use it endlessly. It will consume his strength.

"It's interesting. I didn't expect that I met a little girl who was a storyteller two days ago. I met a disciple of Canglong sect these two days. It's more and more interesting."

The old man smiles a little, with a disapproval on his face, which has been handed down from ancient times to the present. This is what they have.

But there is a deep feeling in the bottom of my eyes. No one dares to look down on Canglong gate. In ancient times, Canglong gate was famous for its evil reputation. I don't know how many people were suppressed, and no one dares to resist.

"And this kid is so cautious, he should be aware of something. Next time you meet him again, you must be more careful."

The old man disappeared in the invisible, silent into the painting, can't appear for a long time, every time will consume energy.

The soul of the painting replied respectfully and put the scroll close to the body again, keeping Qin fan's appearance in mind.