I Rely on Caution to Cultivate to Immortality Chapter 133: I think you are quite brave
"Thunder?"
Lin Guo heard this series of movements, and before he could raise his head in time, a thunderbolt with the thickness of a bowl slashed down without covering his ears!
There are so many Moxichi disciples around, but none of them reacted!
The palm-sized tortoise flinched, as if it was about to retreat into the painting, but when it saw Lin Guo, who had no time to dodge, it became so cruel that it flew up forcefully, and was about to resist the third attack. Thunderstorm!
Actually, this is just a blink of an eye, the tortoise will not mention whether it can withstand the third tribulation thunder. You might get hit!
Just at this moment, a slender figure in a black and red robe suddenly jumped out of nowhere, and when he raised his hand, a brush made of jade was gently drawn across the air, and a simple formation was instantly formed, glowing The faint black light firmly protected these innocent disciples.
"Poof!"
The tortoise had already been pierced by the third thunderbolt at this moment, but it managed to hold its breath and survived! Just flipping through the air painfully. As a tortoise painting spirit with a particularly thick shell, it was born with a defensive attribute, and it was precisely because of this that it was lucky to survive.
Seeing this, the ink wash pool disciples present all heaved a sigh of relief, as long as they didn't die. As long as it doesn't die on the spot, the golden light will always heal all its injuries after the catastrophe. In addition, this tortoise is originally a painting spirit and has no entity. As long as it is supplemented with enough energy, it will always recover. It's just that before the breath was fully exhaled, all the disciples saw Elder Mo with a dark face in mid-air, and everyone's expression changed immediately!
"Mo, Elder Mo"
Looking at the excited crowd, they suddenly turned silent, and quietly retreated to the back of the crowd. She is not a disciple of Ximochi. Even if Elder Mo is angry, she should, shouldn't be able to control her, right?
Who knew that Minran had a good plan, and couldn't bear the unreasonable old man Mo! With a wave of his hand, a barrier formed instantly, stopping everyone.
"Aren't you monks?"
The question was so strange, Min Ran just wanted to raise her head when Zhu Mi firmly held her down and kept giving her winks. Minran subconsciously felt something was wrong, so she quietly closed her mouth.
Only the voices of those brothers and sisters answered feebly.
"Yes"
"Since you are a monk, don't you know the reason why you should avoid thunder when you encounter others? Or are you already powerful enough to not be afraid of thunder?"
"No, we dare not"
"I think you are quite brave. Isn't this just watching the fun?"
Squinting his eyes, he looked coldly at the group of disciples who didn't know what to do. Elder Mo always knew that these disciples were very bold, but he never expected to be so ignorant. If someone happened to be approaching the robbery but was not prepared, wouldn't it cause a tragedy?
Combined with the news he had just received from the head of the court, he was furious, he reprimanded his disciples severely, and took away both Lin Guo and the painting.
When Elder Mo left without even seeing his back, the disciples of Ximochi dared to pant loudly, and then plunged into the fight again. Perhaps it was stimulated by Senior Brother Lin Guo just now, and now everyone is as if they have been beaten with chicken blood, full of energy!
When Minran saw this, she didn't want to disturb her anymore, she quickly bid farewell to Zhu Mi, and went back to her own room.
She can help with other tasks, but she doesn't have the ability to write and draw. Zhuang's family is a small family of cultivators, and the first enlightenment reading materials for their children are not calligraphy, but books on qi refining formulas. Although monks have lived for a long time, they will naturally learn a few other skills, but Mingran is only ten years old now, and it is already very good to be able to write better than her mother. She can't compare to the brothers and sisters who have been in Ximochi for ten years.
However, those weird silk threads that have just disappeared can be studied.
Just do what you say, just go back to your own room and tinker for a whole seven days, and finally announce with black eyes that maybe you really are not good at writing and painting. The writing and painting didn't even attract a thunderbolt, instead it made her very tired. It can be seen from this that Senior Sister Zhu Mi and the others are really tired!
The reason why he came out this time was also because of the message talisman Zhu Mi sent to Minran, inviting her to watch the battle between the disciples in Ximochi.
When Minran arrived at the huge martial arts arena specially arranged by Jiumuyuan for each sub-court, there was already a sea of people here. Because she came out relatively late, this little competition is coming to an end. However, she just happened to be in time for the battle between senior sister Zhu Mi and another senior brother.
Just walking along the way, she heard an unexpected piece of news, which made her unable to bear it. Just looking at Senior Sister Zhu Mi on the stage, Minran decided to watch the competition first.
The battle between the disciples of Ximochi has always been a must-watch for the disciples of Jiumuyuan every time, because the battle between their calligraphy and paintings is quite interesting. For example, now, even though Zhu Mi seemed a little out of tune on weekdays, she was actually quite imposing when she acted in real earnest.
On the stage, Zhu Mi waved her hand lightly, and a series of characters instantly swept across her body from her hand, forming a thick protective layer. No matter how the senior brother on the opposite side stabs with the phantom spear~IndoMTL.com~, he still maintains a state of iron and steel walls, letting the wind from east to west, north and south. Even if a flaw was poked out, the other party didn't even have time to react, so they made it up again.
In the end, that senior brother really had no choice but to sigh helplessly, and raised his hand to admit defeat.
"Junior Sister Zhu Mi, you have used this painting since the first competition, and now it is still this one. Isn't this too foul for you?"
Zhu Mi's face was a little red, but she also drew these characters herself, so it's nothing to recruit old people, as long as it's easy to use.
With a slight shock, the row of weeds spread across the sky, and the swords, guns, swords and halberds quickly disappeared on the piece of paper in her storage bag.
This word was written on a whim when she was sixteen years old when she saw a piece of grass that was cut off due to crazy growth and continued to grow after a while. Although it was only the lowest rank nine, it was enough to shock the ink wash pool up and down!
It's just that Zhu Mi's mood was a little dull. Since then, she has never had a picture that can be entered. I was locked up with all the senior brothers and sisters before to write and draw together, except for Senior Brother Lin Guo, none of them could draw.
However, Zhu Mi's depressed thoughts turned into excitement when she saw the faint smile at her, and rushed over!
"Hanran! Do you think I'm good? Are you good?"
Accidentally took two steps back to stop Zhu Mi from rushing towards her, and finally managed to stand still. Then looking at this senior sister who is becoming less and less senior, she nodded solemnly.
"Senior Sister is amazing."
"Yeah!"
I didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but Zhu Mi felt a little embarrassed when she saw the serious expression on her face. It's strange to say that Minran is obviously only a ten-year-old girl, but Zhu Mi just has a feeling that she is being tolerated by Minran. Of course, this feeling made her very useful.