The dragon roared to the sky, slithering through the mist and swallowing venom, corroding the ground into pits.
The giant crocodile's eyes flashed fiercely, and it crawled on the ground quickly. With its bloody mouth closed, it chewed up all the grass, trees, earth and rocks.
The violent ape hammered its chest, and let out a few perfunctory howls from its mouth, with a look of laziness in its eyes.
After a long period of pretentiousness, the violent ape slowly crawled forward, but accidentally stepped on the poisonous pit that corroded the ground after the dragon's breath. He grinned in pain and jumped up and down.
Fu Zhexing gritted his teeth angrily, sometimes he really wanted to tear this silly monkey apart! Always misses the mark at critical moments.
The iron-eating beast is even more unbearable. Although this thing has the heart to defend itself from the enemy, it only dares to take action because it is timid by nature and insists on getting around the enemy while holding a big bamboo shoot.
Its intention is obvious, it is preparing to strike a thousand-year kill when Shangguan Ritian is unprepared, causing a double fatal blow to the opponent both physically and psychologically.
It's a pity that Shangguan Ritian moves too quickly.
It was too fat and clumsy, and the two sides could never keep up with the rhythm.
Since it couldn't outrun the opponent, the iron-eating beast simply stayed where it was.
Be prepared to wait for the opportunity and wait for Shangguan to throw himself into the trap every day.
But it was also worried about being scolded afterwards, so it held its front paws in its mouth and peeked at its caster from time to time.
Fu Zhexing's face was gloomy, and drops of sweat flowed along his cheeks to his chin.
When I'm so anxious, I don't have time to care about anything else.
He quickly formed seals with his hands, constantly changing his moves.
Because one's own realm is not enough, it is really difficult to supply Qi to several painted beasts that are higher than one's own realm at the same time.
Under mental and physical exhaustion, being able to fully control two of them is the limit.
That’s why the Violent Ape and the Iron-eating Beast seemed a little stupid at this time...
If things like painted beasts are not directly controlled by the caster, they will only perform instinctive fighting behaviors based on the artistic conception attached to the painting.
"The Picture of the Giant Ape Shaking the Mountain" was written by Elder Shuang of Guihe Xianfeng.
Although this person is a master of painting, he is usually lazy by nature. If Fu Zhexing hadn't been writing ink for a long time, and the face of the head of Xuanyang, he wouldn't be too lazy to write.
The "Picture of a panda acting coquettishly and cutely holding a bamboo while sleeping soundly and dreaming of the keeper hugging his thigh" was simply drawn randomly by Tianyang Peak's painting master Yang Chenzi during his three rounds of wine.
Later, Fu Zhexing reluctantly exchanged the wine for the collection of the Five Beasts Illustration.
To put it bluntly, these two paintings are just improvised. The artist's skills are fine, but the artistic conception in them is just hazy.
After refining the formation, with the level of strength of the two beasts, they are naturally able to deal with some miscellaneous fish and shrimps.
But if you encounter a master of the same level, the loopholes will be exposed.
Fortunately, Shangguan Ritian had not been practicing Taoism for long, and his level of strength was not much higher than that of Fu Zhexing.
"Shangguan Ritian. I told you earlier that I was in vain as the master's disciple. But now, you can't even compete with me, who is trying to trick the painter."
Fu Zhexing shook his head helplessly and continued to sigh: "Hey, Fu wants to ask, is he worthy of being the young master of the Shangguan family with such strength?"
Faced with the simple sarcasm, Shangguan Ritian's anger rose sharply and his face became gloomy.
I know very well that at this time, I should try to calm my mind and concentrate on the battle in front of me.
But knowing the truth and being able to actually do it are two different things.
As an elite disciple of the mountain sect and the proud son of the family, if he is not considered to be in the upper class, then everyone else can be called a fool.
The two sword eyebrows gradually wrinkled together, and the strategy of adjusting his mentality failed instantly.
Although he knew clearly that the other party was using provocation to disturb his mind, the anger in his heart still boiled up uncontrollably.
Shangguan Ritian is different from the common second-generation playboys of immortals. He is very diligent and hardworking in spiritual practice.
I usually respect my teachers at the mountain gate and basically obey the words of my elders.
Apart from being somewhat inflexible in his behavior, he can be called a model monk in Longhu Mountain.
But after all, he is a child of a wealthy family, and he is not immune to the innate arrogance.
Coupled with the family's overt protection of him over the years, Shangguan Ritian rarely suffered real setbacks in his life.
A hundred years of smooth sailing have made him a little naive when it comes to certain things.
With nowhere to vent the suffocation in his chest, Shangguan Ritian sluggishly sluggishly tried to speak out a rebuttal.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill running through his body, especially the tightness of his anus.
On a whim!
Is someone trying to plot against him?
This is impossible!
Since the start of the battle, he has released his consciousness, covering an area of 30 meters around him. No disturbance in this area can escape his induction.
boom!
The sound of earth exploding suddenly came from beneath my feet.
A bamboo shoot as thick as the mouth of a bowl emerged from the ground like lightning, pointing directly at one of the nine orifices in Shangguan Ritian's lower body.
Shangguan Ritian never expected that a cute panda as fat as a pig could have the ability to escape from the ground.
You must know that low-level monks cannot release their consciousness on a large scale for a long time.
The reason why he did not take the initiative to sense the underground was because of his basic understanding of these kinds of painted beasts.
It’s unheard of for a panda to burrow into the ground!
The incident happened suddenly and it was too late to dodge.
That part is extremely fragile, and it is impossible to resist!
What should we do?
For some reason, at this moment, Shangguan Ritian's mind was like a revolving door, remembering the time when he was young and appreciating chrysanthemums with his junior sister.
That evening in that month of that year, the wind was gentle and the sun was shining, the setting sun was like fire, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds.
In a chrysanthemum garden at the foot of Luoxia Peak.
The ten-year-old him and his eight-year-old junior sister held hands and ran among the sea of flowers.
"Senior brother, senior brother~ Look at these chrysanthemums, they are big, round, golden and so beautiful~" the little junior sister said happily, pointing to a blooming bud.
Shangguan Ritian's face turned red, and his attention was almost entirely focused on the warm touch of his palm.
He is so fashionable and young and does not yet know the techniques to win the favor of girls.
He had no choice but to put on a arrogant posture and imitate a sentence said by a certain elder to show that he was knowledgeable.
"Well, the wind blows the fragrance of chrysanthemums in the setting sun, and even makes the golden stamens glow with red clouds!"
"Wow, Brother Ritian knows a lot. What does this poem mean?"
"That's right, that's right, the sun and the breeze blew away the chrysanthemums, making the surroundings more fragrant! The yellow chrysanthemums were turned blood red by the sunset!"
Chrysanthemum... blood red... no!
At that critical moment, Shangguan Ritian woke up like a dream.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his dignity had to fight 'fate' to the end.
He took a strong breath and concentrated all his strength on his ten toes.
Plop, plop!
Shangguan Ritian's body moved forward vertically, and he fell to the ground upright.
The sharp tip of the bamboo shoot grazed his buttocks by a hair's breadth, taking away a piece of fabric from his torn jeans.
"Hello?"
The iron-eating beast opened its jaw in surprise. Its fatal blow was actually dodged by the opponent, still with this exaggerated anti-physics behavior.
boom!
After kicking the iron-eating beast far away, Shangguan Ritian covered his chest that was heaving violently, still feeling a little shaken.
"Fu! Zhe! Star!"
As if he was really angry, Shangguan Ritian raised his sword eyebrows and said word by word:
"Originally, when we compete with each other, we should wait until the need arises! But you want to humiliate me with such despicable means! Then don't blame me for being ruthless today!"
Fu Zhexing's mouth twitched. He didn't expect an iron-eating beast to do such a thing.
But there is one thing to say, the timing and strength were so well controlled at that time, it was almost impossible to guard against it.
It seems that this painting is still very valuable, and I need to practice it after I go back.
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