In the square of the Divine Tactics Hall, everyone was lying on the ground, panting.
Some were seriously injured and were receiving treatment from their companions.
Some of them were lying on the ground, refusing to get up no matter what.
Zhou Peng sat on a huge piece of metal and was receiving treatment from Miss Lingshuang.
"Senior Zhou, are you feeling better?"
Lingshuang used her remaining energy to treat Zhou Peng's injuries.
Zhou Peng cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Miss Lingshuang."
Hearing that, Ling Shuang smiled sweetly.
"Senior Zhou, you are too polite. If you had not been protecting me, I would have been the one injured."
"Senior Zhou was injured because of me. Lingshuang is very grateful. If not for you, we would not have been able to defeat these mechanical puppets. "
Lingshuang looked up at the scrap metal on the square, her eyes full of admiration for Zhou Peng.
The other black-robed disciples also expressed their gratitude.
"That's right. It's all thanks to Senior Zhou. Senior Zhou, please accept my bow. "
"Senior Zhou, please accept my bow too!"
"Senior Zhou, please accept my bow."
The ten black-robed disciples all cupped their fists and expressed their gratitude to Zhou Peng.
Under Zhou Peng's leadership, they finally passed through this almost impossible obstacle.
The ten mechanical puppets were all knocked down.
Even the master of the puppets, Han Fei, was surprised.
"What a good young man. I really want to keep him and treat him as my junior."
Han Fei expressed his approval of Zhou Peng.
Not everyone could be recognized by Han Fei. After all, Han Fei was the most outstanding puppet master.
"Well done, little brats. Rest well for the next two days! Your cultivation has only just begun. "
After Han Fei finished speaking, he led all the disciples into the Divine Tactics Pavilion.
When Zhou Peng and the rest stepped into the Divine Tactics Pavilion, they felt a sense of satisfaction that they had never felt before.
To them, the rewards from this test were unparalleled.
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On the other hand, Zhuo Bufan's cultivation level had already reached the Primordial Soul Realm. Therefore, the test that the Sky Severing Mountain had for him was more special.
He did not join Zhou Peng and the others in their training. After all, with his cultivation level, Zhou Peng and the others' training was not suitable for him.
Besides, the eighteen heroes didn't have the right to set up a test for Zhuo Bufan.
The only one who could test Zhuo Bufan was the strongest existence in the Sky Severing Mountain, Pan Huang.
However, the test that Pan Huang gave Zhuo Bufan was rather strange.
His test was that there was no test.
Following Pan Huang's instructions, Zi Yang brought Zhuo Bufan into a book cave.
After that, Zi Yang did not leave behind anything worth explaining, so he said to Zhuo Bufan.
"Junior Martial Brother Zhuo, just rest here and wait for Master's orders."
Zi Yang asked Zhuo Bufan to stay in the cave and wait for Pan Huang's order.
This made Zhuo Bufan not know what to do for a while.
Therefore, Zhuo Bufan took out the painting.
That painting was a mysterious gift from the boss of the Wind Language Villa when he was in Kaitian City.
In his words, there was a shocking secret hidden in that painting.
Previously, Zhuo Bufan didn't have the time. Now that he was free, he finally had the time to study it.
When he opened the painting again, it was still the back of the mysterious man.
"Is this man Luo Tian?"
Zhuo Bufan had once seen a similar back in a dream.
The owner of that back was none other than Luo Tian.
He was wearing a black robe, and his long black hair fell on his back. He looked a little dashing and handsome.
It was a man who was like a perfect star in the sky. Zhuo Bufan would never forget that back view for the rest of his life.
The back view in the painting in his hand was very similar to Luo Tian.
"If he's really Luo Tian, then what's the meaning of this painting?"
"Also, who asked that boss to send me a message? Could it be the Empress Wa? Or the Saintess Chanyi in the courtyard? "
Zhuo Bufan pondered hard.
He could basically guess who the person in the painting was, but he couldn't guess the true meaning of the painting.
According to the boss of the Wind Language Villa, Zhuo Bufan could only unlock the secret in the painting and master the treasure inside if he understood the true meaning of the painting.
"Is there a brush tip hidden in this painting?"
Zhuo Bufan began to observe the handwriting in the painting inch by inch, and even used his primary energy to sense it.
However, he looked over and over several times and didn't find any hidden special handwriting.
He found that the painting was unexpectedly completed in one go. The strokes seemed to have been practiced countless times.
It was as if the painting had been copied countless times and then drawn in one go.
If it wasn't for the painter's skills, it meant that she must have painted this painting often.
Zhuo Bufan believed that it was the first type. The other party's painting skills were excellent.
"Although I don't know much about paintings, this painting is indeed very good. It's a complete masterpiece."
"Could it be that I have to find someone who knows how to paint?"
Zhuo Bufan really couldn't see any mystery in this painting. He suspected that it was just an ordinary painting, but he had been fooled by the boss of the Wind Language Villa.
Therefore, Zhuo Bufan planned to find someone who knew how to paint and ask him to help analyze it.
Zhuo Bufan believed that there must be someone who loved to paint on Mount Jie Tian.
Therefore, Zhuo Bufan walked out of the cave and found Mr. Against The Firmament, who was in confinement.
"Brat, I'll be out of confinement in ten days or so. At that time, we'll immediately head to the Receiving Gate you mentioned. After destroying that damn Receiving Gate, we'll fight you to the death."
As soon as he saw Zhuo Bufan, Mr. Against The Firmament rushed to him impatiently.
Zhuo Bufan looked at Mr. Against The Firmament, who was blocked by the barrier, and smiled coldly.
"No rush, no rush. Let me ask you, is there anyone who knows how to paint on Mount Jie Tian?"
Zhuo Bufan asked.
Mr. Against The Firmament was stunned.
"Know how to paint? Why are you asking this? "
"Each of the 18 heroes of Mount Jie Tian is proficient in all 18 kinds of martial arts."
Mr. Against The Firmament said smugly.
Zhuo Bufan frowned when he heard that.
"Oh? In that case, you know how to paint too? "
"Of course. I, Mr. Against The Firmament, am an omnipotent god. My paintings are priceless in the secular world. "
Mr. Against The Firmament did not stand on ceremony and showed that he was an amazing painter.
Zhuo Bufan expressed his doubts. After all, Mr. Against The Firmament was just a battle maniac. How could such a boor know how to paint?
However, he still took out the painting and showed it to Ni Cangqiong. Ni Cangqiong had no choice but to look at it.
"Take a look at this painting. What can you see?"
Zhuo Bufan held the painting in front of Mr. Against The Firmament. Because of the barrier, Zhuo Bufan was not worried that Mr. Against The Firmament would snatch it away.
Mr. Against The Firmament stared at the painting that Zhuo Bufan took out and said.
"Zhuo Bufan, did you draw this with your feet? I can draw a hundred pieces of trash like this a day. "
"Don't be pretentious. Speak properly."
Zhuo Bufan rolled his eyes at him.
Mr. Against The Firmament looked at him contemptuously and said, "You can't see it.
"Tsk, I don't understand. Is there some bullsh * t mystery in your painting?"
Mr. Against The Firmament believed that Zhuo Bufan would not make fun of him with a painting. There must be some secret in this painting.
After hearing Mr. Against The Firmament's answer, Zhuo Bufan was almost sure that this guy could not see anything.
"Playing the lute to a cow. Tell me, among the 18 heroes, who is the most knowledgeable about paintings?"
Zhuo Bufan did not want to talk nonsense with Mr. Against The Firmament. Anyway, there was nothing to be gained from talking too much. They might even quarrel later.
Mr. Against The Firmament responded.
"Watch your attitude, kid. Be careful or I won't say anything."
"You don't want to say anything, right? As for the battle, I think …"
"Hey, hey, hey. You've learned how to threaten people now?"
"Cut the crap. Tell me!"
Faced with Zhuo Bufan's threat, Mr. Against The Firmament had to tell the truth in the end.
"Go to the Painting Heart Pavilion on the tenth peak of the back mountain to find Tenth Senior Sister! Among the 18 disciples, she is the most knowledgeable about paintings. "
"Tenth Senior Sister, Su Yan?"
Zhuo Bufan recalled the names of every hero that Elder Mu, the dean, had told them.
Among them, Tenth Senior Sister was Su Yan.
"I see. Thank you."
After saying that, Zhuo Bufan did not talk nonsense with Mr. Against The Firmament. He turned around and went to the Painting Heart Pavilion.
"Hey, Zhuo Bufan, let's talk again! Hey! "
Mr. Against The Firmament still wanted to say something, but Zhuo Bufan had already disappeared without a trace.
According to Mr. Against The Firmament, Zhuo Bufan came to the Painting Heart Pavilion, the tenth peak of the back mountain.
The owner of the Painting Heart Pavilion, Su Yan, was a person who cherished and loved paintings.
After arriving at the Painting Heart Pavilion, Zhuo Bufan circled in the air, looking for Su Yan.
However, at this moment, Zhuo Bufan found a flock of birds attacking him.
They were just a few ordinary birds, but Ke Zhuo Bufan felt a murderous and threatening aura from them.
Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan acted decisively on the spot. With a slap of his palm, he directly killed a few birds.
What surprised Zhuo Bufan was that the flying bird that he had slapped to death did not bleed red blood, but a colorful liquid.
Zhuo Bufan took a closer look and found that it was not blood, but paint.
"Are these birds painted?"
Zhuo Bufan was shocked.
At this moment, a Flying Dragon suddenly flew up from a small courtyard pavilion below and let out a dragon roar.
"Roar!"
With a terrifying roar, Zhuo Bufan blasted out with his palm.
"Rebuke!"
An extremely powerful rebuke palm blasted out at the same time as the Flying Dragon crashed into it.
The Flying Dragon exploded in the air and turned into a rainbow-colored rain.
"They really were painted!"
Zhuo Bufan was now sure that whether it was the birds or the Flying Dragon, they were all creatures painted by someone.
Moreover, he found the location of the person who painted. It was in the pavilion below.
Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan immediately flew down.
"Disciple Zhuo Bufan greets Tenth Senior Sister!"
Before the other party could attack again, Zhuo Bufan immediately stepped forward and revealed his identity.
Only then did the other party stop the third round of attacks.
"Junior Brother Zhuo, why have you come to the Painting Heart Pavilion uninvited?"
Su Yan did not show much welcome to Zhuo Bufan's sudden visit.
Zhuo Bufan hurriedly explained after hearing this.
"Please calm down, world. I'm here this time to ask for a favor."
Zhuo Bufan did not want to fight with Su Yan.
After hearing this, Su Yan put down the brush in her hand and turned to look at Zhuo Bufan.
Her long black hair was like a waterfall. Her graceful figure made people's thoughts change.
Su Yan was definitely a peerless beauty. Even Zhuo Bufan could not help but look at her a little more.
In the hand of the beautiful woman was a rainbow-colored wolf brush.
As soon as the brush touched the ground, it turned into a painting.
Anything drawn with that divine brush could jump out of the paper and turn into a living creature.
Because of this, Su Yan was also known as the Painting Saint of Mount Severing.
Zhuo Bufan did not dare to slack off. He quickly took out the painting scroll in his arms and presented it with both hands.
"I heard that Senior Sister Su is the Painting Saint. Her comprehension of painting is unparalleled. I have a mysterious painting scroll in my hands. I wonder if the world can help me appraise it. "
Zhuo Bufan took out the painting with ease.
He believed that Su Yan would not have any ulterior motives for this painting.
After all, people who cherished paintings had a noble character.
Seeing this, Su Yan gently waved her jade-like finger. The painting scroll in Zhuo Bufan's hand floated up and then fell naturally in the air, unfolding the true appearance of the painting scroll.
When Su Yan saw the work in the painting, she first looked at it, then pondered, and finally was shocked.
"This painting is done in one go, and there's not the slightest bit of unnecessary brushwork. The painter hid all kinds of gorgeous techniques and only used the simplest brush strokes to complete this painting. Amazing! "
Su Yan exclaimed.
Towards this painting, she actually felt ashamed of her inferiority.
"I see, I see. After the painting skills have reached the peak, even a single stroke can express the artist's intentions? "
Su Yan looked at the painting and the rainbow-colored wolf brush in her hand gently swept through the air.
In an instant, a dragon and a phoenix flew out from the tip of the brush.
With a squeak, the phoenix cried out in the sky.
With a roar, the dragon soared into the sky.
Su Yan actually had an epiphany because of a painting.
A beam of heavenly light fell on Su Yan's body. The primordial spirit in Su Yan's heart actually evolved into Saint Origin.
"You broke through. Congratulations, Senior Sister, for breaking through to the Saint Origin realm."
Zhuo Bufan stared blankly at Su Yan's sealed body. He never thought that Su Yan would be able to comprehend the method to break through from just a painting.
"Could this be the treasure in this painting?"
"Could it be that I overreached myself?"
Zhuo Bufan was worried that he had rashly shown the painting to Su Yan and instead let Su Yan obtain the treasure in it.
After hearing this, Su Yan smiled and said.
"Thank you, Junior Brother, for your help. However, I did not comprehend the true meaning of this painting."
"The painting skills of the painter are far above mine. Just the mystery of the brush strokes made me feel ashamed of my inferiority. I was able to break through completely because I sensed the true meaning of the painting. However, Su Yan did not sense the true meaning of this painting. "
It turned out that Su Yan did not sense the true meaning of this painting. She had only comprehended the true meaning of the Painting Dao.
The relationship between the two was completely different.
The true meaning of the Painting Dao was that the Great Dao was the simplest.
However, Su Yan didn't know what this simple picture of a person's back meant.
After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan sighed helplessly.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind Zhuo Bufan.
"Eh? Isn't this Senior Sister's painting? Why is it here? "
After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan suddenly turned around.
He saw the Saintess of Mother Mountain, Meng Wuqing, walking over from the front yard with a pot of tea.
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