Tang Qian really wants to give it a try.

The fire in Zhang Wentian's hand was separated, which seemed to be intimately in line with the meaning of one and two. Tang Qian just thought of this, and the fire instantly completed the process of two generations, three generations of all things. The fire seemed to be inexhaustible, and various monsters formed by various flames continued to fly out of it.

"Actually, senior brother doesn't have that much thought, and she is not a bloodthirsty person." Taoist Qingsong sighed: "It's just that she can't master the strength well. I once asked her why she always said that the person who lost would die. She told me that she was actually just in case, what if others don't want to die? But I said in advance, if he dies, he can't blame me." As he said, he suddenly felt a wave of heat coming from his feet, and then he said in surprise: "It's bad."

Tang Qian also felt a little bad. Each of the flame monsters was like a living thing. Although he opened his sword painting at the first time, the white light under his feet could only extend about a foot, and was completely suppressed by this fire method.

Tang Qian's sword painting is like a painting, but the more it extends outward, the more the paper encounters flames and can only shrink.

"Oh? This is not much different from that Five Elements Sword Formation. It seems that you are not bad." Zhang Wentian smiled and stretched out her small hand and pointed her finger.

Fire monsters rushed towards Tang Qian.

Tang Qian muttered a word: "In a small space, inside the scroll, the four directions are not four directions, and one world is like one world." What he said is difficult to understand, but a monster that clearly aimed at Tang Qian actually passed by him and rushed into the white scroll under his feet.

Then Tang Qian only moved a little under his feet and avoided dozens of monsters.

Zhang Wentian narrowed his big eyes, raised his fingers and lowered them. All the remaining fire spirits rushed down and rushed towards Tang Qian. The fire spirits that rushed to the ground were strange without explosion. There seemed to be another world in the scroll under Tang Qian's feet, and they could actually hold the fire spirits.

Tang Qian said, "It's a good judgment. Want to try to get them back in my painting?" Each of the fire spirits in the sky contained terrible magic power, and the hot breath seemed to evaporate Tang Qian's entire person in the next moment.

He suddenly said, "The direction may be different."

Without any warning, a fire spirit rushed out beside Tang Qian and ran into the fire spirit that had just fallen from the sky. The two fire spirits collided and exploded together. Tang Qian had a broken sword in his hand and learned to dance around his body with the skeleton sword sword, and blew away the flames. Then, he had just entered the Tang Qian's sword painting, and now he would have many fire spirits.

In an instant, the stone chamber that was already illuminated by Zhang Wentian Fire Method seemed to be lit here with countless small suns, and the light was so bright that even Zhang Wentian narrowed his eyes.

In the end, all the fire spirits fell together, and the number was much higher than that of the ones that began to fall into Tang Qian's paintings, so under normal circumstances, there should not be only sixty-four sounds of explosions. Zhang Wentian listened very seriously, and his fire spirits should be more.

When two fire spirits collided, the impact alone was equivalent to a peak of the destiny attack. He had about three hundred fire spirits, and sixty-four sounds were 128 small trumpets, but there should be more than one hundred. The fire spirit hit the human body, explosion, high temperature, and instant killing power were also equivalent to the fire method of the peak of the destiny.

This is the attack of hundreds of destiny, and it is approaching the return of the cultivator.

"What are you looking for?" Tang Qian's voice sounded in the smoke and dust, and the smoke dissipated. The white sword painting under his feet was densely filled with fire spirits. Some of the fire spirits had been completely dyed black, and some were red like fire, and were still moving slightly, but they were gradually covered by Tang Qian's magic power and turned into black ink marks.

All of them were actually scattered into the painting.

"Will anyone who is good at painting have a little seal and ban?" Tang Qian still had some flames that were not extinguished. He pressed them hard with his hands, but was the clothes on his body... too ragged?

Zhang Wentian snorted. He didn't know who this person was. Even if he took his first move, Zhang Wentian always felt embarrassed by being treated by a person who was so shabby. After all, this person's clothes were torn and covered with patches. Is this the legendary patchwork garment worn by the poor among mortals?

Zhang Wentian thought of this and found that no matter whether Tang Qian pressed hard with his hands or blew with his mouth, the little flame on his clothes could not be extinguished. He couldn't help but say, "This is my fire. Although it is not as powerful as the master's true sun fire, it is also a kind of fire-extinguishing. You naturally-"

The clothes on Tang Qian were naturally a patchwork robe, but they were transformed into a robe. In fact, they were pieced together by paintings he drew. Single paintings were magic weapons. These paintings combined together made a big magic weapon. At this time, a hole was burned on the patchwork robe.

A stream of ink like a wave suddenly surged out of the cave. A swordsman made of ink marks held an ink sword in his hand and rushed towards Zhang Wentian on the wave. Zhang Wentian had a serious expression and his hands were behind him. He didn't even make a move. He just avoided the sword moves of the ink sword swordsman. His body was agile. For a moment, the ink swordsman could not even touch the corner of Zhang Wentian's clothes.

Zhang Wentian still remembers the agreement of three moves. Since she has agreed to it, she will definitely not take action.

She suddenly looked at one of the passages.

At this time, Taoist Qingsong hurriedly ran from the passage, and a gossip magic in front of him seemed to be able to resist the attack at any time. He was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him, and his mind turned around and shouted: "Senior Brother, stop quickly! This person may be the legendary Tang Qian, who jumped off the Tianqian cliff at Yaguan!"

If a monk who claims to be Tang Qian can fight with his senior brother and is not dead yet, then this person is probably Tang Qian.

"Oh? Wouldn't that mean he is very powerful?" Zhang Wentian's fighting spirit became even higher after hearing the words of Taoist Qingsong: "Come on, come on, use your tricks against the demon clan to me-" When Zhang Wentian looked at Tang Qian, Tang Qian's people had disappeared.

A trace of ink on the ground moved quickly and came towards Zhang Wentian.

The ink scar is not a human being. People need to avoid rocks and walk slowly in the air. However, the ink scar directly crossed the raised stones, leaving a path of ink traces in the stone chamber, and came towards Zhang Wentian.

"It seems to be a escaping technique." Zhang Ne, who rushed over, said.

"It's very fast!" Ke Jinghuan couldn't help but say.

"But it's too obvious!" Zhang Wentian's flames lit up in his hand, and he squatted and fisted, just in time to penetrate the small fist into the ink hat.

The ink scar was still very wet, but it instantly became dry when Zhang Wentian's little hand went deeper, and even broke directly the next moment.

If Tang Qian was hiding in it at this time, he would have turned into a mummy.

The flame is the extension of Zhang Wentian's perception. Although she felt that there was indeed a space in the ink mark through the flames in her hand, there was no one inside, and Tang Qian's sword painting was still in place and had no contact.

To a large extent, the magic of the monk's release will be greatly reduced or directly dissipated after the death of the monk. After all, the source of the magic power of the magic is a monk, but there will be no such problem in the formation. The source of its magic power is a magical object of spirit stones.

So Tang Qian was not dead, not even in this ink scar.

"When I saw Mohen walking away, was it because I was hiding in it, or was I drawing it with a pen high?" Tang Qian's words also came into Zhang Wentian's ears. She suddenly raised her head, the walls of the stone chamber were square, but there were some hanging stalactites on the roof. Tang Qian suddenly jumped out of the shadow of the stalactite, and the person suddenly accelerated in the air and slashed down with a sword.

There was a smile on the corner of Zhang Wentian's mouth.

The black ink mark on the ink mark suddenly dry and cracked, and then it completely shattered, and a flame soared into the sky-

Tang Qian's sword slashed at the flame. The flame should have been invisible and material, but it blocked Tang Qian's sword at this moment.

A scorching breath hits my face.

Tang Qian's sword was still not unsheathed. He was just sure that he could not break through the flame, so he jumped back and retreated, and did not forget to deliberately avoid his ink marks - after all, Zhang Wentian's hand had not been pulled away, and flames should burst out in this place at any time.

"We have rich experience, solid magic power, and a brilliant mind. Where did this little girl find it?" A voice sounded, but Hua Suwen came out of one of the passages. Taoist Qingsong felt that he might be dazzled. Hua Suwen seemed to have stuffed a ball of black flame into his sleeve just now.

It was clearly the Master's divine fire of extinction, and even his disciple could only see it in this trial - and then the next moment he understood, could this woman who had no magical power at all actually passed the level set by Master?

Taoist Qingsong was no less shocked than seeing that Tang Qian, who they didn't know at all, could compete with Zhang Wentian.

Because only Zhang Wentian passed this level, 40% of the other disciples of the Kaitong sect majored in or practiced fire methods. After all, the ancestor Zhang Kaitong was famous for his fire methods, but none of them could pass this trial.

His words were trembling: "This, girl, do you have any idea to enter the wall of my teachings? Although I am not the best sect in the world, there is the best cultivator in the world. The road to cultivation is naturally a road. My master is not here for the time being, so I can accept you as my disciple first. If you come to my disciple, I guarantee that your cultivation resources are equivalent to the elders in the same sect-"

Hua Su asked Zhu Li and smiled slightly. She didn't feel that Taoist Qingsong was overestimating her abilities, but felt that this was an interesting thing.

"Xiao Qingsong, are you sleeping in a mess? This sister is a monk who returns to the void." Zhang Wentian's child-like appearance is Xiao Qingsong, the Taoist Qingsong, who looks like a middle-aged Taoist, is naturally extremely strange, but Taoist Qingsong can only smile and suffer.

Zhang Wentian was also very sensitive to spiritual energy, and Hua Suwen did not deliberately hide his cultivation, but because he was still half-empty and half-real, Taoist Qingsong was casually taken away by Taoist Qingsong.

Zhang Wentian tilted his head: "Sister, I have seen your magic power, and I don't know you very much. There are only a few of them. Some of them have seen portraits, but there are naturally even fewer ones who have never seen faces... Are you the immortal immortal?"

Taoist Qingsong was shocked. He just now...it seemed to be taking the immortal immortal as his disciple?

This time it was Hua Suwen's turn to be interested: "The little girl has a good eye. Do you want to be my apprentice? I can do it, and I just learned the method of opening the open."
Chapter completed!