Supreme Medicinal God

The dazzling sword light of the sky gradually dissipated, everything returned to its original state, Ye Feng found himself still standing in the bamboo forest,

Gui Wuya suddenly seemed to be more than ten years old, lost his eyes, and landed to look at the ground, the fiery red paper umbrella that had been cut into two pieces.

Crystal tears flowed from his dim eyes: "Ajuan, sorry, I didn't protect the umbrella you gave me, I didn't..."

Looking at Gui Wuya's old tears, Ye Feng sympathized with him.

Gui Wuya hugged his fists and sighed, "Thank you little brother for not killing me. I returned to Wu Ya once to promise that if anyone broke my wind and rain, and broke the secret of my picture, I Will always listen to his dispatch."

Ye Feng looked at Gui Wuya doubtfully: "What do you mean? What can you do for me?"

"please follow me."

The landscape in front of me changed, and the shift from star to star shifted, and Ye Feng's idea popped out of the scroll.

The picture scroll is still that picture, Gui Wuya Bai Xufei flying, standing on the bow of the ship, looking at the distance, everything just happened in the painting just like a dream, is his own idea and the soul of Gui Wuya Exchanges.

Suddenly, Ye Feng found a strange sight. The oil paper umbrella returned to Wuya, I don’t know when it was opened. The nine protruding umbrella bones burst into a chilling awn. Sword qi diffused.

This is not an illusion of the sea of ​​consciousness, but a real sword.

Ye Feng jumped back cautiously, holding his little flying sword in his palm.

Fluttering, as if the wind is blowing, Jiu Daomang blasted out from the painting, pierced the sky like a meteor, and swept in front of Ye Feng one by one. Gui Wuya on the painting smiled.

"Little brother, there is a place for me in the future, despite speaking, haha..."

Nine Dao Jianguang came fast and went fast, just like it never happened. The fiery red oil-paper umbrella in the hand of Gui Wuya in the painting was closed again, and Gui Wuya also resumed the posture of looking at the distant mountains.

Ye Feng wondered if he had hallucinations. His eyes fell on the coffee table, and nine slight scratches appeared evenly on the rosewood table.

He couldn't help laughing, this is not an illusion, but the trace left by the flying sword in the painting.

I found the treasure myself. The fiery red oil-paper umbrella in this picture, which contained nine flying swords, was a painting on the surface, but it was actually a fierce weapon weapon blade.

Ye Feng secretly admired Gui Wuya, painted a picture, recorded his situation and mood, and incorporated his residual soul into it, creating a fierce weapon, worthy of the sword immortal character.

Ye Feng stared at the painting for a while, and an idea spread into it: "Gui Wuya, your painting is truly a masterpiece, more valuable than any painting in the world. Your painting is not just a painting, It’s a weapon. I’m going to give this painting a name, how about the name Jiu Jian Tu?”

A voice came over: "Little brother, just as you like, I just want to stay here with A Juan, what's the name is just as smooth as you want."

"Okay, just call it Nine Swords."

Ye Feng happily put the Nine Swords in the Yao Wang Jie. He just wanted to take a bath to sleep, and heard the ugly old anger from the Yao Wang Jie.

"Who his grandma hacked Lao Tzu's TV set? Who?"

The voice of Gui Wuya came from inside: "What filthy things you put affects the rest of Lao Tzu. If you dare to put such filthy things again, I will kill you."

"Grandma's, come out for me, we have a fight."

"Just hit it."

Thunderous vibrations came from Yao Wang Jie, as well as the screams of the ugly old. The ugly old and Gui Wuya fought in it, making the noise too uncomfortable.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly: "The two grandpas, can you stop and let me sleep well?"

The ugly old crossbrowed out of the medicine king ring with his hands on his hips: "Ye Feng, your kid is not a thing anymore. Where did you get another device to throw my house and throw it out to me, otherwise I will You didn't play."

Gui Wuya's voice came from Yao Wang Jie: "Well, this filthy place is your home. Putting some filthy things all day has made Ajuan afraid to come out. You are here, I am not willing to stay Well, little brother, it’s really dirty and smelly to move the old man out of this place. It’s disgusting to me. Also, I’m not an intelligent spirit, I’m just a strand of residual soul, I can go back to my body at any time, unlike You are just a thing."

"Bah, old guy, dove in the magpie's nest, you still have reason, I am something, you are not something..."

An instrumental spirit that existed in ancient times, a sword fairy-level figure, would actually quarrel, but Ye Feng had no choice but to take the scroll from the medicine king ring and hang it on the wall to calm down the storm.

After such a toss, Ye Feng had already bathed in the early morning and was preparing to take a break. The phone rang and it was Jiang Fatty's phone.

"Ye Feng, what are you doing, come out and have two drinks with me."

"What kind of wine do you drink in the middle of the night?"

"Alas, my baby was taken away by your girlfriend. After a long night, I can't survive anymore. Of course I will catch you to accompany me."

Ye Feng couldn't help laughing, Ronaldinho and Jiang Yixue worked overtime, and Fatty Jiang was alone and lonely, so he found himself drinking.

Deep sympathy for this fat man, there is a feeling of sympathy.

"What happened when you had no girlfriend before, little knight?"

The little knight is really spiritual, Ye Feng mentioned it from the phone, and it immediately understood and called a few times.

Hearing the call of the little knight on the phone, Ye Feng smiled and said: "Little knight wants to be white, where are you drinking, tell me, I will find you."

"Come to the first string in the Jade Capital of All Saints Street. Let's drink the string."

Ye Feng released Xiaobai from the Beast Commander, Xiaobai jumped happily to Ye Feng's neck, licked Ye Feng's face with his tongue stretched, and a long, wet tongue swept across Ye Feng's face.

"You come down from me and lick me again, I will continue to throw you into the beast order."

Xiaobai shouted in protest: "Tyrant, there is no sympathy. Is that how you treat me?"

Ye Feng smiled and touched the little white head: "Knowing that you are annoying in the beast control order, I will take you to play with the little knight and order your favorite sausage for a while."

Xiaobai sticks her tongue out and shakes its short tail happily: "That's not bad, what about your girlfriend? Why aren't you by your side? You're so dear to friends. When you see your girlfriend, you throw me The Beast Command is here."

Put Xiaobai in her arms and scratch her chin: "I'm afraid of you, a single dog. When I see our show of affection, I will doubt the dog."

Ye Feng navigated with his mobile phone and found the direction to Wansheng Street. When his thoughts moved, Guangfang, which was born by Feijian, wrapped Ye Feng and Xiaobai.

A sword light cut through the sky like a meteor and flew to Halloween Street.

(End of this chapter)