9999-level boss, smashing the 10-level dog head online

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground."

In the study, Lin Ji brushed like a dragon, and the grass danced wildly.

His cheeks were slightly red, and with the strength of Erguotou's wine, his pen was in full swing and full of pride.

However, Yun Zhankong, Yun Likong, Yun Xikong, and Bihailongwang, who were standing next to them with big bellies, lost their drunkenness in an instant.

Everyone panicked and begged in a low voice: "Sir, write...write slowly, our eyesight...all have presbyopia."

Lin Ji looked around at Yun Zhankong and the others who were standing by the desk, and asked in surprise, "You can't see clearly from this close?"

"Hi~~!" After saying that, he even hiccupped.

The dry meal just now didn't last long, and Yun Zhankong and the others said they were full.

Next, Lin Ji was left to cook alone. Fortunately, Yun Zhankong and others were not eating and were also drinking with him, so Lin Ji didn't feel bored.

"This... this, calligraphy! The emphasis is on cultivating sentiment."

Yun Zhankong looked up at the moonlight outside the window, and said very poetically: "Slow down, and then you can slowly purify your soul like the Chunchun stream."

"Brother Zhan Kong said so!"

At the dinner table just now, Lin Ji also knew the names of these people, Yun Zhankong, Yun Likong, Yun Xikong, Xiao Bihai.

The first three were brothers at first glance. As for Xiao Bihai, after Yun Zhankong's introduction, Lin Ji knew that the merchant who sold the goldfish to Yun Zhankong was Xiao Bihai.

Unfortunately, it also went bankrupt...

Lin Ji crumpled the copybook he wrote just now into a paper ball with both hands, and threw it into the wastebasket with staggering footsteps.

When he came back, he glanced at the sober faces of Yun Zhankong and the others, and burped again——

"Everyone's drinking capacity, okay!"

"Generally average."

Yun Zhankong and the others all laughed.

They are full of bitterness in their hearts.

How can this be a good drinker!
It is clear that the immortal cloud written by the expert was too strong, which woke them up.

It's the same with the hot-blooded rice before. It's not that I'm full, but there are too many immortals, and I can't digest it at all.

When an expert is face to face, he has to be acquainted, and Yun Zhankong and others can do it in moderation.

Now looking at the copybook that was crumpled into a paper ball and thrown into the wastebasket, they felt a burst of distress.

Such a supreme fairy cloud was thrown away...

"Slow down...just draw! Calligraphy and painting can cultivate sentiment!"

Lin Ji looked drunkenly at Yun Zhankong and the others, asking for advice.

The four quickly nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

They are indeed cultivating sentiments, but they are not at all.

When watching Lin Ji's calligraphy, Yun Zhankong and the others felt that the indigestible celestial accumulations in their stomachs were absorbed faster.

The profound meaning of an expert!

It is helping them break through their cultivation.

That is, between the master's strokes, it is too vast and infinite. If it is too fast, Yun Zhankong and others will explode on the spot because of the super double sooner or later.

Slower of course.

"What should I draw?"

Lin Ji looked at the moonlight outside the window, rubbed the penholder under his chin, and fell into deep thought.

"Draw a Divine Phoenix!"

He made up his mind and just put pen to paper.

Beside the desk, Yun Zhankong's four people's voices of "slow down, slow down" were all terrified one after another.

Lin Ji can't even fix it.

At the slowest speed in my life, I started to draw the Divine Phoenix.

"Eh? Not to mention, this slows down and draws a picture, it really has a different artistic conception."

Lin Ji sighed, but his eyes were highly focused, and he soon entered a slow state.

Even the "slow down" voices of Yun Zhankong and the others, like an old monk chanting scriptures, disappeared in his ears.

"Is it a demon envoy?" Yun Zhankong's complexion changed drastically, and the sound transmission entered the secret.

"This strange and cold breath is definitely him!"

Bihai Dragon King frowned and replied.

That day, the demon envoy sealed him into a goldfish, and no one knew the aura of that demon envoy better than him.

"What should I do?" When Yun Likong asked, he was ready to fight with all his might.

"The four of us together are no match for the demon envoy. If it weren't for the expert's copybook, we would still be trapped in Bihaitian Island."

Yun Zhankong took a peek at Lin Ji, and found that the expert was still engrossed in painting, without showing any deep meaning.

"I think all of this is within the master's plan. Since the master has no deep meaning at this time, we should just wait and see what happens." Yun Xikong's voice came to the ears of the three.

All three agreed.

He turned his attention to Lin Ji's painting and slowly digested the immortality in his body.

at this time.

After asking King Fen Tianming to wait outside the village to wait for orders, Daoist Fly arrived outside Lin Ji's clinic alone.

Since he has seen Yi Ye's memory, he naturally won't raise his head casually.

Even Daoist Fly had mixed feelings about beheading Lin Ji.

It looks like half the winning rate.

It's not that Taoist Fly has seen the scene where Yi Ye summoned the Demon God and the Demon God fled.

The demon sect's forbidden technique of summoning demon gods will summon demon gods of different grades depending on the level of the summoner's cultivation.

The Flies have never worried about this.

Because he doesn't know how to summon a demon god at all, and he doesn't have that talent and bloodline.

What matters is intelligence!

Even though the supreme magic order issued by the head teacher to unify the southern part of Yunzhou, the Fly Daoist did not complete it.

He only needs to report the information of this medical hall, and if there is evidence and pictures, he will not be punished by the head teacher and die because of it.

Those slogans that shouted loudly, wanting to kill Lin Ji, were just Daoists Flying to maintain their majesty in the Scarlet Blood Demon Cult.

You can't just be a demon envoy and call May [-]th a slogan!
"That wing leaf is really poisonous to flies!"

"Crazy, this kind of person's memory evidence, the head teacher will definitely not believe it, and I have to come back and record a video in person."

The Fly Daoist held a crystal ball in his hand and cursed.

His trip is only at three o'clock——

Don't do it; record a video; if you can't beat it, run away.

With the sound of "boom", the green mist exploded.

A "buzzing" fly, flapping its wings, flew over the high wall of the medical hall and came to the courtyard of the Lin Ji Medical Hall.

He flew from the courtyard to the pond, then to the front hall, then to the kitchen, and finally to the courtyard.

Except for seeing an ordinary big eagle sleeping on a sand table, the Fly Daoist didn't see anything.

"Where is the fairy artifact? I have been recording images for a long time, and only these ordinary things are recorded?"

was thinking.

Streams of vast immortal energy rolled in from the study.

It's like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

Taoist Fly trembled all over, and hurriedly looked with compound eyes.

Then I saw Lin Ji's pen running like a dragon and snake, swaying the powerful immortal accumulation bit by bit at an extremely slow speed.

Let the Fly Road have a kind of creepy feeling from the depths of the soul.

"Besides the immortal, what kind of strong person can sway the immortal accumulation!"

The Fly Daoist's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly used the pocket version of the crystal ball to quickly record this scene.

"wrong!"

He frowned suddenly again.

"Who can paint so slowly? Isn't it faster for a fairy to paint with a sense of momentum and in one go?"

Then look at Yun Zhankong, Yun Likong, Yun Xikong, and Bihailongwang beside Lin Ji.

The Fly Daoist was so frightened that his whole body trembled and rippled.

"This living immortal deliberately let someone who was my enemy stand in front of me, and painted at such a slow speed. Could it be that he knew in advance that I would come and warned me in person?"

"If you don't get out, just slowly torture me to death bit by bit?"