The Heavenly Sword Emperor

Hua Qingyan was the name of this gorgeous robed woman who had just walked out of the Spirit Pond just like the girl.

Born in a famous family of calligraphy and painting in Eastern China, he is a painter.

Calligraphy and painting in the realm of self-cultivation are not so useless.

A powerful cultivator can condense his energy and spirit in his pen, stroke by stroke, like a silver hook iron painting, with a majestic momentum.

Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, there was a Wu Zun, holding the handwriting of a saint, who burst out a powerful power that is not weaker than a half-sacred weapon, killing countless enemies.

And the painter, since the surname is Hua, is naturally worthy of this surname.

An entire family is a painter and calligrapher, using special means, either drawing or calligraphy, to create powerful treasures.

Some paintings and calligraphy can only be seen, but they are still pleasing to the eye.

Some paintings and calligraphy are powerful, not weaker than the best spiritual tools.

This is the reason why the family of calligraphy and painting exists.

"What? No one has told me yet?" Hua Qingyan said with a cold smile.

In the battle for Lingchi eight months ago, she Hua Qingyan was defeated by Zhang Qingqing in front of her.

Don't talk about it now, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future.

Moreover, the eldest young lady of the Tiandao Zhang family actually brought a male to the Lingchi for eight months when she was in the secret realm of Tianfeng Valley?

No additional explanation is needed, just this line of words is enough to make anyone imagine countless things.

In the same way, the Tiandao Zhang family, who has always valued reputation and now cherishes feathers even more, will inevitably be disgraced.

Zhang Qingqing, it will definitely not be better!

At this time, Zhang Qingqing's eyes almost burst out with fire.

She is not stupid, she just has a straight mind, if the person in front of her is allowed to say a word, it can bring extremely serious consequences!

"Why, stop talking?"

Hua Qingyan's face was full of sarcasm, as if she had caught Zhang Qingqing's handle.

"Zhang Qingqing, ah Zhang Qingqing, although I always knew that your character is not very good, but I didn't expect you to be able to use such an important place in the secret realm of Tianfeng Valley to do that kind of thing."

"Hey, as a peer, I really regret it."

Hua Qingyan said with a smile, hearing this, Zhang Qingqing also clenched his fists, his bones rubbed together, making a creaking sound.

"You spit out blood!"

Zhang Qingqing roared, hearing the words, Hua Qingyan's eyes narrowed.

"I'm spitting blood? Hehe, then I also want to know, since it's not what I said, how can it be like that?"

"The Lingchi is dark. As long as you have the heart, you can block all the external and internal light beams without any problem. Moreover, if a man and a woman stay in a small place for eight months, is it possible that they are ascetic monks?"

Hua Qingyan said with a smile, hearing this, Zhang Qingqing's face became even more angry.

This guy, inside and out, has been turning this non-existent matter into reality!

By then, she was really speechless.

"However, you and I are friends after all. If you ask me, I won't say anything. After all, how old is it, it's normal to have this kind of impulse."

"However, since there is such a strong power of the primordial spirit, the control power should be strong, yes, I understand."

Hua Qingyan said with a smile, hearing the words, Zhang Qingqing's real energy in her body could hardly be suppressed.

However, due to the power of the painter, Zhang Qingqing still did not dare to do it.

The Tiandao Zhang family is a relatively well-known name, and in terms of status, I don't know how much it surpasses the painter.

- That was thirty years ago.

Thirty years ago, after the death of the strongest person in the Tiandao Zhang family, the sword Wuzun at the eighth peak of the Wu Zunjing realm, the status of the Tiandao Zhang family has deteriorated day by day.

If Hua Qingyan's mouth is allowed to talk nonsense, it will definitely make Tiandao Zhang's family even worse.

"Say, it's just a few words horizontally and vertically. Our Miss Zhang will never have a holy weapon in her mouth, will she come out after she bites her teeth?"

"Or, Miss Zhang is reluctant to speak? Yes, after all, it is the Tiandao Zhang family who is overpowering the painter."

Hua Qingyan smiled and heard the words, Zhang Qingqing's expression changed slightly.

The last sentence.

The meaning of threat is beyond words.

In fact, there is no conflict between the painter and the Tiandao Zhang family. One is a family of calligraphy and painting, and the other is a family of martial arts. There is no relationship between them.

However, there are still people among people.

For example now.

Whether it's dirty or not Zhang Qingqing is of no benefit to Hua Qingyan, but she just wants to do it.

I want this person who has been pressing on his head since he was a child to be completely killed!

"I……"

Zhang Qingqing opened his mouth, the calligraphy and painting family is equivalent to a weakened version of the refining family, the Dan Dao family.

Very well-connected.

In the current Tiandao Zhang family, there is no one who can carry the main beam. If Hua Qingyan, who is the heir of the painter, opens his mouth, those who intend to make friends with the painter may not do it.

But secretly, it is not impossible to make some small stumbling blocks to accelerate the decline of the Tiandao Zhang family.

"Just a few words, brewing for so long, what are you thinking?"

Hua Qingyan giggled, and made a sharp sound like a rooster.

"Think about the price and let me take care of you."

At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

Hua Qingyan's heart suddenly felt a warning sign, her face changed greatly, and the real essence of the second level of Wu Zunjing in her body was released frantically!

With a finger as a pen, a picture scroll suddenly appeared in front of him, and after a stroke, the picture scroll suddenly erupted into the sky with ink-colored thunder!

"Who!"

Hua Qingyan let out a loud roar, and the ink-colored thunder dashed fiercely in the direction from which the sound came from before!

However, that figure was just a wave of his hand.

boom!

Snapped!

boom!

Countless ink-colored thunders exploded automatically, turning into sparks all over the sky, crackling in the air.

And the picture scroll that released the ink-colored thunder was also turned into ashes at this moment!

"who!"

Hua Qingyan looked at the picture scroll that was turned into black fragments in disbelief, turned her head and shouted.

However, what greeted her was only a hand.

Five fingers open slap.

Snapped!

Like flowing clouds and flowing water, mercury poured down the ground, smooth and natural, and it was pumped on Hua Qingyan's face.

There was no hesitation.

Hua Qingyan's figure was instantly swept away by this slap, and blood spurted out of his mouth, dyeing the luxurious robe on his body red.

At the same time, a red and large lump quickly appeared on the face.

With a slap, Fan Fei painted Qing Yan.

Zhang Qingqing's face was sluggish, looking at Tianyang who appeared behind Hua Qingyan like a ghost, and shot without hesitation.

In my heart, stormy waves were set off.

This...is this the third level of Wu Zunjing?

It is absolutely impossible for the third level of Wu Zunjing to quietly come to Hua Qingyan's back, and it is even more impossible to slap that top-grade spirit tool-level Murray painting scroll!

"Are you..."

Zhang Qingqing said in disbelief.

At this time, Hua Qingyan, who fell to the ground, also stood up.

The bones of the whole body seemed to fall apart, but he still raised his hand and touched his face.

It was big, swollen, and a little hot.

no doubt.

Broken.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"