God damn it!The spoiled wife madman lost his wife!

A good night's sleep.

When Lou Zihan woke up the next day, it was already daylight.

Now he lives in Ye Qingyuan's courtyard with Murong Jin and Mo Xun Huan, but Ye Qingyuan's master is usually secretive and rarely seen.

On the contrary, they spent more time with Murong Jin and Mo Xunhuan all day long.

"Zihan, where are you going after dinner?"

"I plan to go to Bailian Palace and try that mural again."

Murong Jin realized in an instant that Lou Zihan's going to Bailian Palace was not for body training, but for wanting to draw the picture of Bailian Palace without giving up.

"We are with you."

"it is good."

The three of them finished their meal and were about to leave when Jian Mufeng happened to come looking for them, so he went with them to Bailian Palace.

"To be honest, some people have thought about painting the murals of Bailian Palace before, but they have never succeeded." Murong Jin thought deeply: "Many people give up after trying many times—this piece It's really difficult, or even impossible."

Lou Zihan nodded: "I already have some clues, I will try again today, if it doesn't work, I will give up."

"Oh? What clue do you have?" Murong Jin became interested.

"I have only seen two kinds of pictures that can fight and generate power... One is the painting of the Huagong Palace, and the other is the inscription pattern. I was thinking last night, if the painting of Bailian Palace, if it is not a painting, will it be a painting? Inscription?"

"You said...the murals of Bailian Palace are inscription patterns?"

Murong Jin's sleepy phoenix eyes suddenly opened wide, and she looked at Lou Zihan in astonishment.

this idea...

How bold!

The inscription pattern has its own trajectory, but the murals of Bailian Palace are complete patterns, very similar to ordinary paintings, and there is no trace of inscription pattern in the pattern. I really don't know how Lou Zihan thought of this place.

"I don't know either, just try and find out."

Mo Xun Huan was also dumbfounded: "If that's the case, it's really a big deal."

"The mural is very helpful for body training. If everyone can rubbing and carry it with them for training...it is unimaginable."

"It's not that simple." Lou Zihan shook his head: "All inscription patterns require special bearing materials, and the walls of Bailian Palace are very special, so let me confirm my guess... If the murals are really inscription patterns, I guess It will be more difficult to draw, and it will be difficult to have materials that can carry its power."

"In that case, how do you try?"

"I'm going to try it out."

While Lou Zihan was speaking, a flash of inspiration flashed all over his body, and a bronze puppet shining with dark golden luster came out of thin air.

"Wow!" Mo Xun Huan exclaimed, "This is the puppet that you refined at the peak of Yuanwu Realm? It's so handsome, when will you refine one for me?"

"No problem, but you have to prepare the materials yourself."

The dark gold bronze puppets look like real people except for the brilliance on the surface. The puppets refined by Lou Zihan are not at all like the mechanical puppets they usually see.

While the few people were talking, they arrived in Bailian Palace.

There are still quite a few disciples in Bailian Palace today.

Lou Zihan is a frequent visitor here, plus he won the Xinghe Chessboard yesterday from Chess No.1 Ji Kaiyang, so he is very eye-catching at this time.

When everyone saw them, they couldn't help whispering.

There were also many people whose curious eyes fell on the bronze puppet.

Murong Jin and the others were very interested in Lou Zihan's conjecture, so they didn't practice, but watched from the sidelines.

Lou Zihan used spiritual power as a guide, spiritual power as a brush, staring at the murals on the wall, did not practice by reciting formulas, but carefully looked at each line, and then tried to depict the void...

hum!

The air trembled slightly, and then a strange force instantly condensed on Lou Zihan's fingertips... But Lou Zihan's spiritual power could not control this kind of power, so this kind of power dissipated as soon as it was condensed.

Lou Zihan tried to fight with inscription patterns before. At that time, there was no material to draw inscription patterns, and it all relied on spiritual power, and the existence time was extremely short...

Just like at this moment, if the power of the inscription pattern is too strong, he can't even condense it with spiritual power...

Although the portrayal failed this time, Lou Zihan's exquisite face showed a look of joy.

The power just now was the same as the power on the mural—it turned out that his guess was correct!

This mural in Bailian Palace is not a painting, but an inscription pattern! ! !

When Murong Jin and the others saw Lou Zihan's expression, they couldn't help asking curiously, "How is it?"

Lou Zihan nodded towards them.

Several people gasped.

Then he looked at Lou Zihan with even weirder eyes.

It seems that since this guy came to the proving ground... many impossible things in the proving ground have been broken...

A sword tablet that cannot be penetrated.

The impossible 36 kendos.

The Zhenlong chess game that cannot be cracked...

There are also Bailian Palace murals that cannot be rubbed...

With him, nothing seems really impossible!

A few people were in a trance, and Lou Zihan had already carved a mural on the bronze puppet.

This time, there are supporting materials, coupled with Lou Zihan's strong mental strength and profound attainments in inscription patterns... unexpectedly, the depiction is very smooth, without even the slightest flaw!

Murong Jin and the others watched the mural-like pattern on the bronze puppet with their own eyes, and couldn't help but marvel in their hearts.

As the mural became more and more complete and perfect, they became more and more nervous, and they didn't even dare to breathe harder, for fear of disturbing Lou Zihan.

Seeing this, everyone on the side thought it was very strange, but due to the reputation of the four of them, they only dared to look at them from a distance, and did not dare to approach them.

There are also people who are curious and use their mental power to scan through to investigate Lou Zihan's behavior.

Then I saw the mural that was about to be completed...

"how is this possible!!!"

Nine disciples suddenly exclaimed!

"What's wrong?" The companion next to the disciple asked quickly.

"He, he..." the disciple was about to speak.

call out!

Murong Jin suddenly raised his eyes and waved his sleeves, the man felt his throat itch and couldn't say anything.

He looked horrified and looked at Murong Jin.

Murong Jin looked at them calmly: "Don't disturb him."

Although Murong Jin of Xingxiu Palace had never made a move, she was quite famous in the trial field, and everyone in the field couldn't help but fell silent.

For a while, the audience was silent.

Lou Zihan was immersed in the engraving of the inscription patterns, his mental energy was exhausted, and he felt weak and exhausted deep in his brain.

He knew it was time to rest.

But I know better... this mural is about to be completed!

I also know that if I stop at this time, I will definitely fall short!

"Sentiment, timing, weather, location... It's rare to be able to describe it this time, and we must not give up halfway!"

Missing the feeling at this time, let him describe it again, he can't guarantee that he can describe it as he does now...

As time passed slowly, his face became paler and paler, and the light in his eyes became darker and darker...

There was even crystal sweat dripping from the side of his face...

Although the venue was silent, there was a tense and stagnant atmosphere in the air.

at last……

hum!

The dark golden bronze puppet exudes a dazzling golden light all over its body.

Everyone was taken aback, and looked sideways, just in time to see the radiant mural on the bronze puppet...

"This is……"

Everyone's eyes froze, and shock appeared on their faces.

"mural?"

"Lou Zihan... actually rubbed the murals of Bailian Palace?"

"how is this possible!!!"

How did he do it?

There was disbelief in everyone's eyes, as if they couldn't believe what they saw.

Only now did Lou Zihan come back to his senses, and with a flick of his sleeve, put the bronze puppet into the storage ring.

"Young Master Lou."

Ding Ding Deng!

A disciple of the Nine Sects couldn't help being curious, stepped forward a few steps, and asked humbly: "Excuse me, what you just painted, is it a mural? Did you rub the mural?"

"No." Murong Jin rushed to the front and said, "The murals of Bailian Palace cannot be rubbed, everyone knows that."

"But just now..."

"Just now you read it wrong, Zihan was just depicting other inscription patterns."

"Can……"

The bronze puppet had disappeared, and everyone suspected that the scene they saw before was an illusion. For a moment, they couldn't help asking themselves, could they really be wrong.

"Feel sorry."

Murong Jin said to the crowd: "We still have to go to other places to practice, everyone please do it."

Then he signaled Lou Zihan to leave.

"Jiuxuanzong took out the Jiugong technique for everyone to practice. In fact, there is nothing that cannot be said."

After leaving Bailian Palace and walking on the path of Shenglong Mountain, Lou Zihan said to Murong Jin.

"Of course someone else can, but you can't. Zihan, you resonate with the sword stele and have gone through 36 kendos. It's nothing, it's because of your talent, but you got the Xinghe chessboard in Chess Valley yesterday. I'm jealous... If at this time, others know that there are Bailian Palace murals on your bronze puppet, do you think others will have no idea?"

Lou Zihan came back to his senses, thinking of everything Lou's family had done for the Die Lang Sword Art, he somewhat understood Murong Jin's thoughts.

"I see, thanks for the reminder."

"You don't need to thank me, but the news that the mural is actually an inscription pattern, after we leave the trial ground, I will let people spread it and provide ideas for the other nine disciples."

"Ah."

Lou Zihan knows that the reason why he can't publicize it now is because many people have seen the scene where he carved the inscription pattern before. If it is really publicized, everyone can guess that he has a puppet with a mural carved in his hand.

Mo Xunhuan was very envious at the side: "To be honest, Zihan, that mural is not an ordinary inscription pattern. Your puppet has it, and it is instantly worthless... Maybe even a third-order peak spirit weapon can't compare to it!"

"Speaking of this..." Lou Zihan smiled slightly: "At the moment when the mural was carved, I felt that the puppet seemed to be upgraded and became a puppet in the Xuanwu realm..."

"..."

"..."

If they weren't good friends, they would all want to grab Lou Zihan's puppet.

Right now...

The wind around suddenly stopped, and at that moment, it seemed that all the voices were far away from them...

suddenly!

hum!

A powerful coercion suddenly appeared, pressing directly on the few people, and the several people froze, and their faces paled beyond the burden.

"Who?"

Several people came back to their senses, put away their relaxed expressions, and quickly looked around vigilantly.

"In the training ground, there are only a handful of people who have reached the peak of Xuanwu Realm..."

Murong Jin frowned slightly.

"It's you--"

As he was speaking, a golden figure landed in front of them with the sound of breaking wind.

That golden figure, slender and tall, exudes a domineering aura that looks down on the world.

He has a handsome face and sharp facial features. With just one glance, he is overwhelmed with suffocating domineering and self-confidence.

And the long hair fluttering in the wind added a bit of arrogance to him. At this time, his eyes fell on the four of them coldly and indifferently.

"Ye Lingfeng!!!"

Mo Xunhuan and Jian Mufeng's expressions changed slightly.

Jian Mufeng is very strong, except for the sword, he rarely puts other people in his eyes.

And Ye Lingfeng was one of the people he could put his eyes on.

Because this person is too strong, he is an insurmountable mountain for the nine disciples of their generation——

At the same time, he is also number one on the Dragon Swimming List!

Even Mo Xunhuan, who has always been unafraid of the sky and the earth, always unrestrained and carefree, looked solemn when he saw Ye Lingfeng.

Murong Jin also raised a pair of sleeping phoenix eyes, frowned and looked at Ye Lingfeng...

"Who is Lou Zihan?"

Jian Mufeng and Mo Xunhuan had a strong sense of presence in the trial field, and Ye Lingfeng had seen them before, but Murong Jin and Lou Zihan were both strangers, his eyes paused for a moment on Murong Jin's face, then fell To Lou Zihan.

Lou Zihan felt the domineering aura of the other party, frowned slightly, stepped forward and said, "I am. I don't know what advice Master Ye has to stop us."

"Elementary stage of the Xuanwu Realm." Ye Lingfeng said in an emotionless voice, "A person who has nothing but good looks can complete 36 kendos and break the Zhenlong chess game."

Lou Zihan watched him calmly.

"However, the Xinghe chessboard is not something you can own. Ji Kaiyang is ignorant and plays with it. Now, you should return it to the original owner."

Lou Zihan narrowed his eyes for a moment: "Whether it is something I can have or not, it seems to have nothing to do with your Excellency."

"Are you rejecting me?" Ye Lingfeng snorted coldly, the breath around his body began to surge, the terrifying spiritual power condensed in an instant, and pressed towards Lou Zihan mercilessly...

No one would have thought that Ye Lingfeng, as No.1 on the Youlong list, would make a move as soon as he said he would!

"cough--"

The peak of the Xuanwu Realm is two worlds higher than the early stage of the Xuanwu Realm. In addition, Ye Lingfeng deliberately taught Lou Zihan a lesson. Under the unexpected blow, Lou Zihan's internal organs were stirred up, and his throat was sweet, and he couldn't help it. Cough up blood!

"Zihan?"

"Zihan!!!"

Murong Jin, Mo Xunhuan and Jian Mufeng all changed their expressions instantly.

Lou Zihan, who was shrouded in a powerful pressure, was forced to take a few steps back, his brows were tightly frowned, he reached out to wipe the blood from his lips, and his eyes gradually became sharper.

"What does Ye Gongzi mean by this?"

"Hand over the galaxy chessboard."

Ye Lingfeng's voice was cold and domineering: "This is a lesson for you. Remember, among these nine doors, no one can reject me, Ye Lingfeng."

"Ye Lingfeng, you are No. [-] on the Dragon Swimming Tournament Ranking, and you are shameless not to mention bullying the weak, but even sneaking up on you!" Mo Xunhuan's face flushed red, and he quickly took out a pill and handed it to Lou Zihan.

Six stars appeared all over Murong Jin's body, enveloping Lou Zihan with dazzling light.

Jian Mufeng stood in front of Lou Zihan with a straight body, with the long sword unsheathed behind his back, suspended in the air, and the sword was emitting a terrifying light.

Knowing that the cultivation bases of the two were different, Jian Mufeng still looked straight at Ye Lingfeng, and said coldly, "Please advise."