Empress: Tears burst!Are you the reincarnated child of destiny?

"Say, Shu Sheng, how powerful he was at that time."

Many people who believed that Leng Yuan was the sage of calligraphy began to have some doubts in their hearts.

Although the method of spiritual cultivation of the book sage is already well known in the mainland.

However, the method of spiritual cultivation is really too weird.

This kind of route is completely traceless, and from beginning to end, it is determined by mood and by relying on one's own heart.

Therefore, this also caused.

So far, apart from the great book sage back then, no one has been able to cultivate the spiritual cultivation method to the peak state.

It is understandable for them to be curious about how powerful this spiritual practice is.

Different from them, Su Xiaomo at this moment is looking at this scene in the picture.

There was an expression of disbelief on his face.

If she hadn't seen this scene, she wouldn't have known that Leng Yuan was able to practice, but everyone knew about it.

But, why, everyone knows it, but she doesn't know it.

The expression on Su Xiaomo's face instantly dimmed.

She lowered her eyes, not knowing what was going on in her mind, then raised her head and looked at the screen.

At this time, in the screen.

Leng Yuan and Leng Ruolin came to an empty place together.

Surrounded by monks who came to see Leng Yuan.

The two stood opposite each other.

A group of former fairyland powerhouses stood behind Leng Yuan, and they all tested with spiritual power.

Leng Yuan didn't have any spiritual power on his body, which made them fall into deep thought.

After watching for a while, a former Immortal Realm powerhouse couldn't hold back and spoke out.

"Lian Ru, you didn't deliberately make fun of us in the middle of the night, did you?"

"The child Leng Yuan has always been unable to cultivate. We all watched him grow up. If he can practice, we will help him no matter what."

"Yeah, Wanru girl, why do you think he can practice at this moment..."

Zhao Wanru snorted coldly: "Didn't I say it before, Yuan'er came up with his own practice method, which is different from other people's practice method."

Zhao Wanru had an idea, and instantly smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth.

Her figure appeared beside Leng Ruolin and pulled him away.

When the figure reappeared, it had already reached the side of the person who just spoke: "Yuan'er, let Uncle Zhang be your opponent this time."

"Yuan'er, mother reminds you, when your Uncle Zhang was in Immortal Realm, he was one of the strongest people here."

Hearing this, the cultivator surnamed Zhang smiled instantly.

"It's fine, it's fine, let me see what's unique about your original cultivation method, kid."

After speaking, he walked out of the crowd and stood opposite Leng Yuan.

Leng Yuan nodded: "Uncle Zhang, you have to be more careful."

Everyone knows people, and the monk with the surname Zhang also grew up watching Leng Yuan.

Naturally, there is no need to say too many polite words.

Seeing Leng Yuan, he took out a piece of paper from his body, and the paper immediately floated into the air.

With the pen in his hand, he drew a few strokes on the paper.

"Shrunk to an inch."

This time, Leng Yuan was not drawing, but writing.

The four large characters disappeared the moment they appeared on the paper.

Seeing this scene, many monks were very pleasantly surprised, which is enough to show that Leng Yuan can actually practice.

However, whether it can reach the level of the fairyland is still open to question.

In the next second, they felt the ground start to tremble, and Leng Yuan's figure also moved forward quickly in an instant.

In just a breath, Leng Yuan stood in front of the monk surnamed Zhang.

"Uncle Zhang, offended."

"Drawing the ground is a prison."

After the words fell, the original monk surnamed Zhang wanted to grab Leng Yuan directly, but how could he know that he couldn't move at all at this time.

Not only him, but also the monks around him, they also tried it, wanting to open the space, and then go out.

But I found that the space was locked for a while, and I couldn't open the space at all.

It is impossible to tear the space.

The monks who said they were here to see the fun now also had surprised expressions on their faces.

Not only them, even Leng Ruolin and his wife were extremely surprised at this time.

At the beginning, they were just happy that Leng Yuan could give them some surprises.

How did you know that now you actually have the strength to fight against the Great Sacred Realm.

Moreover, he is only less than 20 years old now, and his body is also extremely weak.

Now, Leng Yuan just shot casually and wrote eight characters from the beginning.

It must make the monks in the Great Sacred Realm unable to fight back.

They were even guessing whether they had written eight words to save some face for the monk surnamed Zhang.

After all, just one painting as a prison can trap all of them.

At this moment, the monks all looked at each other with bitter smiles on their faces.

They had to admit that they really underestimated Leng Yuan.

The method of practice created by Leng Yuan is already extremely terrifying, and even the effect of saying the Dharma has been achieved.

A few simple words even trapped all the monks in the Great Sacred Realm.

That's not a monk from the Great Sacred Realm, there are more than 20 of them in total.

There was a look of surprise in the eyes of the monks, and even a touch of joy appeared on their faces.

The monk surnamed Zhang who had just uttered wild words now also had a wry smile on his face.

He solemnly gave Leng Yuan a hug.

"Not bad, not bad. Yuan'er, it's the old man who underestimated you. You do have some strength, not bad."

In the next second, the expression on the face of this monk surnamed became a lot more dignified.

He closed his eyes, and in the next second, he saw a Dharma image on his head.

This Dharma Aspect is somewhat similar to Qin Ming's Myriad Dharma Aspects. This Dharma Aspect is composed of drops of water.

Although water is weak, it is also very strong, because it can flow and even pass through space.

Therefore, it is also the best way to fight against Leng Yuan.

Leng Yuan chuckled, then raised his pen and continued to draw across the air.

In an instant, the monks around felt a burning sensation.

The water drop dharma image of the monk surnamed Zhang was immediately suppressed by the heat.

It even looks like it has been evaporated.

The monk surnamed Zhang snorted coldly, put away the water drop dharma form, and once again gathered a god statue dharma form.

This is another of his Dharma appearance, and this Dharma appearance condenses into a god image.

This is the statue they used to enshrine.

When the statue saw Leng Yuan, it rushed straight towards him.

Leng Yuan still didn't change his face.