That small formation master with amazing talent and helps the poor and the needy.

The two of them searched the mountains together, caught evil cultivators together, surrounded and suppressed bandit cultivators together, killed Diansi together... and even built a large formation together to fight against the great demon...

Every bit of memory poured into my mind for a moment.

In these memories, the lively, cute, clever and weird figures overlapped and eventually merged with the figure of the handsome young man on the sky painting in front of you.

Ink painting.

Zhang Lan's chest was slightly suffocated and his heart was slightly sad.

He didn't expect that when he parted with Tongxiancheng, the ink painting that had not been seen for ten years would be seen again in this way.

Zhang Lan took a deep breath, a little unbelievable.

He pinched his thigh hard.

It hurts a lot.

Not dreaming...

Zhang Lan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, Elder Feng also began to mention ink painting:

"The strongest disciple of Taixu Sect opposite is the swordsman in front, Linghu laughs."

"Linghu Xiao was originally a sword genius who was rare in Chongxu Sect for hundreds of years. Later, the three sects merged and merged into Taixu Sect, which was considered a bargain for Taixu Sect."

"And the shortest one behind Linghu Xiao is the 'ink painting' I mentioned before and my brother Dao..."

"This child is extremely intelligent and has extremely strong spiritual consciousness."

"The talent in the formation is even more high."

"How come...the reputation is very bad..."

Elder Zhang was puzzled, "Why is the reputation of being extremely poor?"

Elder Feng said: "He is a bad person and likes to tease people with low-level spells. He is very sinister. He is accustomed to using tricks to deceive people and disgusting people with tricky spells."

"Talent is a little bit, but virtue cannot be seen at all."

"The worst thing is that this son prefers to use 'fireball technique' to kill people and make fun of humiliating others..."

"This is actually happening..." Elder Zhang exclaimed: "This child is really shameless."

Zhang Lan: “…”

If it weren't for the lack of seniority and the lack of speaking casually, he would have to say a few words about Mo Hua and give him a cleansing point.

Can ink painting be such a person?

Ink painting him...

Zhang Lan was slightly stunned, fell into deep thought, and then fell into silence.

After thinking about it for a while, he found...

It seems like the ink painting...is that kind of person?

From his perspective, Mo Hua is obviously a good boy and a good boy, but sometimes he acts inappropriately, which is a bit troublesome.

But from the perspective of others, there is only a "headache".

At this time, it was obviously not only Elder Feng who was talking about "bad words" in Mo Hua. Zhang Lan pricked up his ears and heard the monks around him, and was filled with righteous indignation:

"This ink painting is really despicable..."

"He has played a hidden technique for a few games? No one can take care of him?"

"Is this a good job in learning to compete for swordsmanship, and he is playing hide-and-seek, so he is playing hide-and-seek?"

"good!"

"It's a pity that until now, countless sect talents and young heroes have fallen into the hands of this despicable villain. It's really hateful!"

"Can he use fireball to explode my Fairy Lu's face?!"

"Come on, I will kill this monster with one sword. I will worship him as my elder brother on the spot."

"Brother, I'll worship him as my adoptive father..."

...

Zhang Lan looked silent, but was speechless for a while, but he was thinking in his heart:

In the future, why don’t you pretend to not know the ink painting?

And just at this moment, the disciples of both sides took their place and the sword contest began.

Elder Feng was looking forward to it: "Mo Hua is so hateful. Countless genius children have fallen into his hands before."

"But today is different. This is a complete task. It's a bad luck, Brother Zhang..."

Elder Feng looked at Elder Zhang with a generous tone:

"Today, let's see how my Feng family genius cut this son under the sword, win the applause of the whole house, and everyone's expectations are coming."

Elder Zhang nodded happily: "It's so good!"

Zhang Lan subconsciously shrank his body, closed his mouth tightly, and did not dare to say a word.
Chapter completed!