Chapter 764: Turning clouds and covering rain with a single thought

Li Li Banfeng looked at Zhao Zhao Xiaowan emerging from the paper, wearing armor, waist hung with a long sword, facial features three-dimensional, figure exquisite. Without activating the Golden Eye Jinjing Qiuhao, Li Li Banfeng couldn't see that this was a "text person" created by a technique.

What if he used the Golden Eye Jinjing Qiuhao?

Li Li Banfeng turned the Golden Eye Jinjing Qiuhao to a moderate intensity and walked around the "text person," vaguely seeing flaws.

This "Zhao Zhao Xiaowan" had text on her body. On the armor on her back, he could see two lines of text: Red makeup does not cover the hero's bones; the rouge tiger's might shakes the eight wildernesses.

This was the evaluation of Zhao Zhao Xiaowan in Beauty Pictures, and also the two sentences Li Li Banfeng remembered most deeply.

Turning the Golden Eye Jinjing Qiuhao to a larger intensity, Li Li Banfeng saw other text. All the descriptions of Zhao Zhao Xiaowan in Beauty Pictures now appeared on the "text person."

"Can you fight?" Li Li Banfeng asked.

"Zhao Zhao Xiaowan" looked at Li Li Banfeng, cold light flashing between her brows.

Li Li Banfeng asked again, "Do you have any techniques or martial arts?"

"Zhao Zhao Xiaowan" continued to stare at Li Li Banfeng, never responding.

Why didn't she speak?

Li Li Banfeng thought for a moment and reached a conclusion: Beauty Pictures didn't have any description of Zhao Zhao Xiaowan's language, which led to Zhao Zhao Xiaowan not having the function of speaking.

He walked around the "text person" and found an important thing on her lower back.

It was a hole, a very regular hole.

Li Li Banfeng found this hole familiar; it looked very much like the round hole on a record.

Li Li Banfeng lifted the armor of the "text person" and saw a record stuck to her waist.

Why would there be a record on the "text person"?

There couldn't be any records related to phonographs in Beauty Pictures, and the author of this book couldn't have known that Zhao Zhao Xiaowan had turned into a phonograph.

Li Li Banfeng was watching intently when the "text person" suddenly turned her head and looked at Li Li Banfeng.

A chill struck, and Li Li Banfeng shivered.

Was this a response of Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Disaster?

Could this "text person" bring danger?

She was just a product of Jin Jin Jin Wu Cang Jiao; she shouldn't have too high combat power.

Li Li Banfeng stared into the eyes of the "text person," trying to distinguish her intentions from her eyes.

After a while, Li Li Banfeng didn't move.

The glove was shocked, shaking Li Li Banfeng gently, "Master, what happened to you? What happened? Master,

Master!"

"Don't shake!" the Judge's Pen scolded angrily, "He's frozen."

The glove was shocked, "How could he be frozen?"

The Judge's Pen brewed for a long time and said a long string of words, "That book wrote: 'Face like morning clouds reflecting snow, eyes like cold pools quenching stars.'

Doesn't that make her a Cold Cultivator? He kept staring into her eyes; it's no wonder he froze!"

"Isn't this nonsense? When did the Mistress become a Cold Cultivator!" The glove continued to shake Li Li Banfeng, "Master, wake up."

"I told you, don't shake!" the Judge's Pen stopped the glove, "This little Cold Cultivator technique is no big deal. He can break it. If you bump him over and break him, that would be trouble."

Black Stone Slope Xin Di, Three-Plate River. Shu Wanjuan stood on the river channel and chatted with Nian Nian Shangyou, "Just a minor injury, no big deal.

Sorry to trouble you, Brother Nian."

Nian Nian Shangyou said, "Hearing that the Marquis encountered danger, Lord Lan Qiao was very worried and instructed me to come and take a look."

"It can't be called danger, just a dispute with a rebellious disciple. In a fit of anger, I gave him a lesson." Shu Wanjuan looked at Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang beside him, his gaze slightly contemptuous.

Shu Wanjuan had fought Zhou Zhou Wencheng before because his collusion with He He Jiaqing had been exposed. Now that he was injured because of this, Shu Wanjuan definitely wouldn't tell Nian Nian Shangyou, let alone Lord Lan Qiao.

This matter was reported by Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang. He had saved Shu Wanjuan and lost countless ghost servants; he definitely had to let the imperial court know, at least counting it as a contribution.

But Shu Wanjuan had no intention of asking for credit for Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang. He and Nian Nian Shangyou exchanged pleasantries, glossed over the previous matter, and neither mentioned Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang.

Just as Shu Wanjuan said, he was just teaching a rebellious disciple a lesson. This matter was insignificant, and what Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang did didn't seem worth mentioning.

Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang stood to the side. Neither of them looked at him, and he had no chance to interject.

After Nian Nian Shangyou left, Shu Wanjuan bowed slightly to Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang, "I have other important matters, we will meet again."

What could Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang say?

He could only bow and watch Shu Wanjuan leave.

Standing on the river channel, Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang was dazed for a while.

A ghost servant reminded, "We should go; the Three-Plate River is about to have a tide."

Three-Plate River was a river that flowed on time.

The river water changed every eight hours, three times a day, hence the name Three-Plate River.

From 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM every day, the Three-Plate River was knee-deep, no different from an ordinary small river. From 4:00 PM to 12:00 AM, the river water suddenly dried up, not a drop left, not even mud. After 12:00 AM, giant waves struck, the river flooded, the water was five or six meters deep, and both banks were completely submerged.

It was 11:30 PM now, and the flood was coming.

Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang still stood in the middle of the river channel, not knowing where to go for a while.

Inside the Leaving Suishenju, Li Li Banfeng carefully studied the connection between "Beauty Pictures" and the "Jin Jin Jin Wu Cang Jiao" technique.

If text itself could achieve the same effect as paintings, dolls, and sculptures, and could complete the "Jin Jin Jin Wu Cang Jiao" technique, this was an absolute benefit for Li Li Banfeng. This weakest technique would be greatly improved.

Of course, just copying the words in "Beauty Pictures" obviously lacked something. This was like printing a painting; it wasn't a product created with his own heart and blood, and its combat power was very limited.

Li Li Banfeng picked up paper and pen, preparing to create a piece of text.

Writing about his wife again would be boring. Li Li Banfeng prepared to create a thug for himself.

He first thought of Shan Chengjun.

Brewing for a moment, Li Li Banfeng wrote a line of text: "Shan Chengjun is tall, thin, and very good at fighting."

After writing this sentence, he brought it to the outside of the Leaving Suishenju, dropped blood on it, and waited for fifteen minutes. There was no reaction on the paper.

This method didn't work?

Could it be that only the text in "Beauty Pictures" had special power?

That would be too many restrictions.

First of all, among the thirty beauties in "Beauty Pictures," Li Li Banfeng only knew his wife. He had no concept of the others. Even if he summoned these beauties using Jin Jin Jin Wu Cang Jiao, he wouldn't know what use they could have.

Of course, the result of the technique would also be affected by the Residential Cultivator. The "Zhao Zhao Xiaowan" summoned by Li Li Banfeng carried a record, which came from Li Li Banfeng's understanding of his wife.

But how large the scope of this influence was and how to control it seemed a bit complicated.

Returning to the Leaving Suishenju, Li Li Banfeng held "Beauty Pictures" and looked at it for a long time, thinking about what kind of text would have such powerful power.

After looking for more than an hour, the obscure text made Li Li Banfeng's head ache. Putting down "Beauty Pictures," Li Li Banfeng picked up another book—"Floating Clouds Asking at the Post."

Boss Lu said this was a travelogue. Just looking at the title, he figured it was probably like "Beauty Pictures," ancient and rhythmic, not easy to understand.

But after opening it, the text in this book was surprisingly plain.

"I like to walk everywhere. I can't stay in one place, so I've walked to many places, eaten many good things, seen many good landscapes, and seen many beautiful girls—."

Li Li Banfeng couldn't help but laugh, "This is called a travelogue? Can something written like this be published?"

"It's about the same as you." The Judge's Pen stared at the character portrayal Li Li Banfeng had done for Shan Chengjun: tall, thin, and very good at fighting.

Li Li Banfeng shook his head, "I wrote that casually."

He continued to look at "Floating Clouds Asking at the Post." The Judge's Pen looked at "Beauty Pictures" on his shoulder. After watching for ten minutes, Li Li Banfeng stopped at one page and read it over and over several times.

"I am a person who just doesn't like climbing mountains, because climbing mountains is very tiring, more tiring than writing, and climbing mountains makes people feel anxious. I just want to see what the other side of the mountain looks like.

But climbing mountains is very troublesome. You have to climb over to see the other side of the mountain. I walk on this side of the mountain, my heart is on the other side. The more I walk, the more anxious I get. I think, if only I could flatten this, how good would that be? When that day comes, I must flatten this mountain."

Flatten the mountain.

Is it "Trample Wan Chuan"?

What does the other side of the mountain mean?

The Judge's Pen lay slowly on Li Li Banfeng's shoulder and snorted, "You can't even understand this?"

Li Li Banfeng read it over and over a dozen times, "This is truly not easy to understand."

The Judge's Pen flipped through "Beauty Pictures" and sighed, "If you don't understand that, you'll understand this even less. If you don't understand, how can you write it?"

Li Li Banfeng looked at the Judge's Pen, "Is it useful to write it?"

The Judge's Pen slowly flipped the pages, "I think it's useful."

Green Water City, lanterns on.

Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang wore a round-topped hat, a woolen coat, turned up the collar, covered his face, and walked on the road.

His destination was Xiaoyao Wu, but at the entrance, he was considering whether to go in.

Nian Nian Shangyou's task was for him to come to Xiaoyao Wu to monitor Ma Wu's movements. Ma Wu had slowed down his wasteland development recently. He didn't stay in Xin Di, but often walked around Green Water City, which made Lord Lan Qiao a bit uneasy.

Lord Lan Qiao asked Nian Nian Shangyou to choose a suitable person to monitor Ma Wu. Nian Nian Shangyou felt Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang handled things steadily, so he handed this matter to him. Before leaving, he repeatedly urged, "You do things for the imperial court with all your heart. Regardless of merit or hard work, Lord Lan Qiao sees it all. Don't worry about promotion; Lord Lan Qiao has his own plans."

Nian Nian Shangyou felt he had found the right person for this matter, but Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang felt something was wrong.

More than ten years ago, Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang was famous in Puluo Continent, and his reputation was much greater than Ma Wu's today.

Later, after cultivating to the clouds, Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang went to the Inner Continent. After some tempering, he turned to join the imperial court. Now in his forties, returning to Green Water City, he had to risk his life to monitor Ma Wu.

Connecting everything together, Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang had to ask himself: what did he go to the Inner Continent for? Wasting more than ten years of time, what did he get?

Hesitating again and again, Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang entered Xiaoyao Wu, arrived at the big dance floor, sat by a round table, ordered a bottle of wine, watched the performance on stage, and quietly released ghost servants.

The person singing on stage was named Bai Bai Mansheng. Jiang Jiang Mengting had gone to manage the Jiang family, and Xiaoyao Wu needed a new star. This was a new star promoted by Ma Wu.

Bai Bai Mansheng was also promising. After a song, there was constant applause from the audience.

A guest named Yan Chongyi, the son of a wealthy merchant, came specifically for Bai Bai Mansheng tonight.

He first sent flowers to Bai Bai Mansheng, then sent a red envelope to Bai Bai Mansheng. Perhaps he had drunk too much tonight, but he forgot the rules of Xiaoyao Wu. He rushed onto the stage and insisted on kissing Bai Bai Mansheng.

Two waiters stepped forward to stop him, but were pushed directly to the ground by Yan Chongyi.

Just by this push, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this person had cultivation.

"What kind of things are you? Try moving me again?" Yan Chongyi walked toward Bai Bai Mansheng. Bai Bai Mansheng was ultimately a newcomer. Encountering this situation, she trembled all over, not knowing how to deal with it.

Zhang Zhang Guanshi walked over from the backstage and grabbed Yan Chongyi, "Young Master Yan, you are drunk. I'll help you down to rest." "Who is drunk? Who are you talking about? Get away from me!" Yan Chongyi pushed Zhang Zhang Guanshi, but didn't move him, retreated a few steps, fell off the stage, and knocked over Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang's table.

Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang grabbed the wine bottle on the table, wanting to hide far away, but was grabbed by Yan Chongyi.

"Was it you who hit me just now?"

Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang flashed and broke free from Yan Chongyi's hand.

He didn't want to get entangled with this person and turned to leave, but Yan Chongyi was relentless, "Ask around Green Water City; who dares to touch me?"

In fact, Yan Chongyi knew in his heart that the one who moved him just now wasn't this person, but Zhang Zhang Guanshi of Xiaoyao Wu, who pushed him as a warning.

Although drunk, he also knew fear. He didn't dare to act wild with Zhang Zhang Guanshi.

But having lost face in public, he wanted to get it back, so he vented his anger on Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang.

Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang dodged Yan Chongyi and explained, "You recognized the wrong person. I didn't touch you, and I don't know you."

"Don't know me?" Yan Chongyi smiled, "I'll let you know today!"

Bang!

Yan Chongyi swung his fist and hit Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang in the face.

In normal times, even if a hundred Yan Chongyis surrounded Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang, they wouldn't be able to touch him.

But today, Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang took this punch solidly.

With so many people watching, Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang didn't want to arouse suspicion. Taking this blow didn't count as anything to him.

Clang!

Yan Chongyi kicked Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang again.

Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang pretended to fall, squeezed into the crowd, and intended to leave the big dance floor.

"Where are you running." Yan Chongyi still wanted to chase, but was grabbed by the hair by Zhang Zhang Guanshi from behind.

Zhang Zhang Guanshi was angry, "Young Master Yan, you are truly drunk today."

Yan Chongyi shouted, "Old Zhang, let go of me. If you have anything to say, tell Ma Ma Junyang to talk to me. If you dare to move me again!"

Bang!

Zhang Zhang Guanshi grabbed Yan Chongyi's hair and slammed his head against the table.

Yan Chongyi's face was covered in blood, shouting, "Xiaoyao Wu is beating people! You all saw it!"

Bang!

Another blow.

Yan Chongyi stopped speaking. Zhang Zhang Guanshi threw him to his subordinates, "Take Young Master Yan down to sober up."

The matter subsided. Zhang Zhang Guanshi wanted to find Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang, but found that this person had already disappeared without a trace.

Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang sat by the side of the road, quietly waiting for the news from the ghost servants.

He lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and stepped on it.

Sitting silently for a while, he wanted to light another cigarette, but the match wouldn't strike no matter what.

Perhaps the match wasn't working, or perhaps the force he used wasn't right.

It didn't matter; this didn't count as anything. The grievances he had suffered before were much more than this.

This truly didn't count as anything—

Why did he feel like a beggar?

Click~

Ma Wu struck a match and handed it to Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang.

Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang lit the cigarette and looked up at Ma Ma Junyang.

Ma Wu took out twenty silver dollars from his bosom, stuffed them into Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang's hand, "Ten silver dollars are for me treating you to a drink tonight, and the other ten are medical expenses. Ma offers his apologies."

After speaking, Ma Wu bowed deeply to Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang and turned to leave.

Yuan Watch Yuan Youshang looked at the silver dollars and Ma Wu's back, calling back the ghost servants in Xiaoyao Wu.

Li Li Banfeng took paper and pen and rewrote a description of Shan Chengjun.

In fact, Li Li Banfeng had a certain foundation in writing, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to communicate deeply with figures like Zhang Zhang Xiuling and Boss Lu. Comparing with the writing style of "Beauty Pictures," Li Li Banfeng first wrote a paragraph:

"There is a martial artist, named Shan Chengjun.

His form is like a lonely crane soaring into the sky, thin like cold bamboo through frost, his bones clanking like hidden springs.

His techniques are strange, able to turn ordinary objects into fierce evils. A willow leaf passing through his fingers becomes a throat-sealing sword, a wine bowl rotating in his wrist becomes a bone-shattering shield;

a tattered robe shaking in the air becomes a flying rope to entangle the neck, a remnant candle casually becomes a fire dragon setting the wilderness ablaze."

The Judge's Pen glanced at it and gave an evaluation, "A bit short, but the text is still okay."

Having received the approval of the Judge's Pen, Li Li Banfeng picked up his brush, wanting to write a few more lines, but didn't know what to write for a moment.

Xiang Xiang Hongying thought for a moment and said to Li Li Banfeng, "I remember a fierce battle back then. Shan Chengjun was surrounded by Zhao Xiaowan. His hundreds of soldiers charged once, half died, and the other half surrendered.

Shan Chengjun refused to surrender. He had no weapons in his hands, but relied on his ten fingers to tear and pull, killing more than a dozen of our generals.

I have always looked down on Martial Cultivators. Even today, I feel that only one Shan Chengjun among Martial Cultivators can be brought out. I wanted to fight him back then, but was stopped by Zhao Xiaowan. Thinking about it now, if I had really gone, I'm afraid it would have been ominous.

I also remember he tore a section of bone from a soldier's lower leg to make a whistle arrow, and then pulled tendons from the soldier's body,

making a bowstring. With just this bow and arrow, he killed quite a few of our generals."

Li Li Banfeng couldn't imagine this process, "How many people can one bow and one arrow kill? The tibia isn't that long. Even if you string them like candied haws, how many can you string?"

Xiang Xiang Hongying shook her head, "It's not as simple as stringing candied haws. I just said it was a whistle arrow; it had a sound. The arrow went out, and the sound was extremely sharp. The soldiers in the front row heard the sound, their ears bled, and after a while, they were gone. Zhao Xiaowan also used techniques to push that sound away.

And just relying on the sound of that whistle arrow, the Peddler rushed over and saved Shan Chengjun. This person's brain is quite good. While fighting, he was also thinking about asking for help.

Before, when you mentioned Shan Chengjun, I had an impression, but I couldn't remember exactly how he was powerful until I ate Laughing Xiao Laoqian last time and recovered quite a few memories, and then I remembered this fierce battle. Because of this battle, the whole army was afraid of Shan Chengjun."

Li Li Banfeng was very surprised, "What did Shan Chengjun do before the war? Didn't the imperial court think about winning him over? He shouldn't have just popped out when the war started, right?"

Xiang Xiang Hongying was still carefully recalling. Tang Dao remembered some things, "Before the war, Shan Chengjun's reputation was not small. It is said that in a teahouse or a tavern, he killed people with chopsticks."

Xiang Xiang Hongying slapped her forehead and nodded repeatedly, "Right, that happened. And he didn't kill ordinary people; he killed the leader of the Stone Cultivators."

Li Li Banfeng asked, "What kind of Daoist sect is Stone Cultivator?"

Xiang Xiang Hongying said, "Stone Cultivator is such a common Daoist sect; you haven't seen it yet?"

Li Li Banfeng shook his head. He truly hadn't seen it.

The Old Lao Chahu flipped the teapot lid, "Stone Cultivator is a Daoist sect that specializes in using stones. They can also turn their bodies into stones.

Because they are both offensive and defensive, there were quite a few cultivators in the early years. I heard from the Old Woman of Bitter Vegetable that later, the cultivators of this Daoist sect were killed off. I don't know who did it."

The Leaving Suishenju was quiet for a while. Xiang Xiang Hongying made a speculation, "When I was alive, there were so many Stone Cultivators. If this Daoist sect was really extinct, is it possible that Shan Chengjun did it?"

Tang Dao laughed, "General Hong, you are joking. When did the Virtue Cultivators ever care about anyone else's life?"

Li Li Banfeng stared at Xiang Xiang Hongying and Tang Dao for a long time, "You two have recovered so many memories?"

Xiang Xiang Hongying smiled, "It's all thanks to Seventh Master's love."

Li Li Banfeng said, "You recovered because you ate Laughing Xiao Laoqian, and Tang Dao recovered because you ate Shan Chengjun's intestines. Is this the reason for your memory recovery?"

Tang Dao emphasized, "Not ate, but refined."

Was there such a great effect?

Li Li Banfeng felt something was wrong, and suddenly heard the old man say in his ear, "Don't worry, I've been watching. You do your serious business first."

Doing serious business meant practicing techniques. The key now was to write the article well.

The Judge's Pen also said to Li Li Banfeng, "Listen, then write. Write more."

Li Li Banfeng borrowed Xiang Xiang Hongying's description and added another sentence: He is brave. During fierce battles, his ten fingers bending and stretching all become weapons.

The Judge's Pen said, "This sentence is not good, the momentum is not enough, use more sentences."

How could good sentences be so easy to write?

Li Li Banfeng imagined that fierce battle in his mind and wrote a pair of sentences:

Stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, folding the enemy's tibia into a whistle arrow, blowing a sharp sound to break the formation,

Crouching on defeated tiles and ruined walls, pulling the enemy's tendons into a bowstring, sending out a sound to crack courage.

The Judge's Pen praised, "Good! Write more!"

Li Li Banfeng thought about the rumors before the war and wrote:

In ordinary teahouses and taverns, bamboo chopsticks fly through gold and stone,

In the noisy streets and alleys, the bamboo hat spins and drops heads.

Alliance in the morning, rebellion in the evening, turning clouds and covering rain with a single thought,

Yesterday's friends, today's enemies, the cold blade of Yi River turns the pupils.

The Judge's Pen said, "Done!"

Li Li Banfeng rubbed his forehead, his temples swelling.

Xiang Xiang Hongying said with heartache, "Seventh Master, let's not write anymore, let's rest for a while."

Li Li Banfeng got up and walked two steps.

Xiang Xiang Hongying said, "Zhao Xiaowan is sleeping soundly. Why don't we take advantage of her absence and go out for a walk."

The whole family looked at Xiang Xiang Hongying, their hearts full of contempt, but they didn't dare to show it.

"Go, I'll take you out." Li Li Banfeng left the house first, then used Hong Lian-Ta Hong Lian Dongfang to take Xiang Xiang Hongying out.

Meng De snorted, "If the Mistress finds out about this, she'll break her legs!"

The projector looked around, confirmed the glove wasn't there, and secretly hid the film he had just shot.

Arriving outside the Leaving Suishenju, Li Li Banfeng unfolded the description of Shan Chengjun and dropped a drop of blood on the paper.

Xiang Xiang Hongying was unhappy, "You called me out just to do this? What's the point of this?"

"I am practicing techniques; this is serious business." Li Li Banfeng looked at it for a while, and the paper surface stirred up some waves.

Xiang Xiang Hongying said with a dark face, "People who do Jin Jin Jin Wu Cang Jiao all draw big beauties. The more beautiful the person, the more powerful the means. You made a Shan Chengjun; what kind of beauty is this? What use can it have?"

The Judge's Pen didn't think so, "The study of literature and martial arts, reaching the realm of perfection, is also extremely beautiful."

Xiang Xiang Hongying laughed, but saw a tall, thin man stand up from the paper.

Li Li Banfeng looked, and his appearance was exactly the same as Shan Chengjun.

Xiang Xiang Hongying looked at it and shook her head, "I think it's only three-tenths similar."

When Xiang Xiang Hongying saw Shan Chengjun, it was the first Puluo War. After many years, Shan Chengjun's appearance must have changed.

This also confirmed one thing: the appearance of the "text person" largely depended on the Residential Cultivator's cognition.

"Xue Yingying, do you want to spar with him?" Li Li Banfeng used techniques to control the "text person," wanting to test his combat power.

Xiang Xiang Hongying was very disdainful, "What kind of spar should I have with this thing? I'll move my finger, and he'll fall apart."

"That's not necessarily true!" Li Li Banfeng controlled "Shan Chengjun" to rush toward Xiang Xiang Hongying. More than ten meters away from Xiang Xiang Hongying, "Shan Chengjun" was frightened by Xiang Xiang Hongying's momentum and stood in place, not moving.

Xiang Xiang Hongying didn't want to move, looking at Li Li Banfeng, "Are you convinced?"

Li Li Banfeng was just about to praise Xiang Xiang Hongying, when he suddenly saw "Shan Chengjun" turn around and rush toward Li Li Banfeng.

What is he trying to do?

The Judge's Pen said, "Alliance in the morning, rebellion in the evening, turning clouds and covering rain with a single thought—this sentence hit the point."

Li Li Banfeng agreed. Shan Chengjun had no concept of loyalty at all. This matched his description of Shan Chengjun and his understanding of Shan Chengjun.

Seeing the paper man approach, Xiang Xiang Hongying sensed danger, "Seventh Master, don't underestimate the enemy!"

Li Li Banfeng didn't intend to underestimate the enemy.

He looked behind Shan Chengjun and stepped out with "Trample Wan Chuan."

During the entire casting process, he didn't look at Shan Chengjun. He just wanted to see what the other side of the mountain looked like.

Bang!

A cloud of dust rose, and the "text person Shan Chengjun" didn't leave any traces, directly becoming as fine as dust.

After waiting for a long time, the dust dissipated slightly.

Xiang Xiang Hongying was stunned, "Seventh Master, good technique."

PS: Xue Yingying said it was a good technique, so it must be excellent!

Thanks to alliance leader Ma Tang's fruit, thanks for the strong support for this work. ===== CHAPTER 765 =====

Throughout the entire casting process, he did not glance at Dan Chengjun once; he just wanted to see what the other side of the mountain looked like.

Boom—!

A cloud of smoke and dust rose up, and "Text-Man Dan Chengjun" left not a single trace behind, directly becoming as fine and fragmented as dust.

After waiting for a long time, the smoke and dust dissipated slightly.

Xiang Xiang Hongying said in a daze: "Seventh Young Master, excellent technique."

PS: Since Xue Yingying says it's an excellent technique, then it must be truly excellent!

Thanks to Alliance Leader Ma Tang Zuode Guozi for the great support for this work.