"Who am I?"
Lu You repeated this question and smiled.
He stood with his hands behind his hands, his white hair fluttering in the breeze, and the corners of his gray Daoist robes rustled.
The leaves of the old locust tree behind him rustled down in the tense atmosphere, but they could not touch him. Instead, they were affected by some strange force and slid down the side.
One feather cannot be added, and flies cannot fall.
"He's just an ordinary person."
His eyes passed over Wang Ai's face and landed on the peaks and pavilions of Mount Longhu behind him. His voice was as calm as water.
As we all know, ordinary people mean Heaven-Piercing people in the world.
However, in this world, he can really be called a Heaven-Piercing person. After all, apart from that Celestial Connection Daoist, I am afraid that only Wu Gensheng can barely understand the realm of Lu You.
Wang Ai's pupils shrank slightly and he laughed angrily.
How dare you play tricks on me.
Is this your answer?
"Hmph, too much humility is hypocrisy. Do you think you are Old Celestial Master?"
Those who can say that they are ordinary people are Old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, Quanxing master Wu Gensheng, and perhaps even further ahead there are Three-One Sect masters who can still make do with it.
As for those old monsters who hide in the world.
Shit, he never thought there was any hidden master!
Because he himself is an expert!
Wang Ai's old facial muscles squirmed, he took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability and panic in his heart, turned around and waved to the two diners.
"Take Wang Chong down and send him to the hospital. You don't have to worry about it anymore."
As if they had been granted amnesty, the two diners quickly picked up the bruised and still unconscious Wang Chong and left quickly.
Wang Ai was leaning on a cane, his cloudy eyes were narrowed, and the cold light was cold. He slowly turned around and faced Lu You again.
He slowly raised his right hand, and the crutch rotated rapidly in the palm of his hand. Then the wooden shell peeled off layer by layer, revealing the true appearance inside, a brush that was entirely ink and gold.
The pen barrel is engraved with dense runes, which are winding like snakes and glow with a cold golden luster in the sun. The tip of the pen is snow white and should be some kind of expensive animal hair.
Wang Ai Holding this pen, his whole temperament is completely different from before.
If he was just an ugly old man who was about to die just now, then now he is a truly peerless strong man, dignified Ten Elders.
Although I am old, my arrows are still sharp!
Feng Xingtong stood not far away, his heart in his throat.
The palms of my hands were all sweaty and my fingertips were trembling slightly.
He was very worried about what sinister tricks Wang Ai would use, and worried that the old gentleman would suffer as a result.
But at the same time, he felt inexplicably at ease.
This old gentleman's strength may not require their protection, do you have a feeling?
"Father..."
He whispered and looked at Feng Zhenghao.
Feng Zhenghao did not respond.
His eyes were fixed on the center of the confrontation, and the eyes behind the lenses were flashing with complicated light. His vision was much higher than that of his son.
Wang Ai is Ten Elders, the talker of the Wang Family, and the existence at the top of the pyramid of different Human World.
But at this moment, when Wang Ai held the pen, Feng Zhenghao had the feeling that this was an old man who was forced into a corner and was making his last struggle.
Even the other party just stood there without taking any precautions. There was no Hand Seals, no talisman drawn, no incantation recited, and not even a wave of Qi.
His hands naturally hang at his sides, and the corners of his Daoist robe have stopped fluttering. His whole figure is like a pine tree rooted in the earth, calm and natural, as stable as Mount Tai.
Feng Zhenghao has seen this gesture before.
Saw it on Old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei.
This person is so similar to the state of Old Celestial Master!
His eyes fell on Wang Ai, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes that even he himself was not aware of.
Wang Ai held Ink-Gold Brush, his knuckles turned white.
He knew in his heart that he shouldn't take action.
Judging from Lu You's move just now, a single finger can defeat Lesser Chong and crush the world in the painting...
This old Daoist's strength may have far exceeded his expectations, and he simply couldn't see through the opponent's depth.
I don't know how much force the other party used.
It is extremely dangerous to take action in this situation.
But how could he retreat?
Here are Mount Longhu Luotian Grand Ceremony, Outsider gathered together, all sects and factions are watching.
He Wang Family is one of the different Human World Four Great Families, a towering tree with deep roots in the different Human World.
If he was scared away by an old Daoist who appeared out of nowhere in full public view, where would Wang Family's face be saved?
Moreover, what will those opponents who have been suppressed by the Wang Family for decades think? What will those allies who are submissive on the surface but secretly waiting to see the joke think?
Today he stepped back, and tomorrow someone will step on the Wang Family's head.
In the past, it was Wang Family who bullied others. If word spreads about this today, Wang Family will become the target of bullying.
The roles may need to be reversed.
Wang Ai gritted his teeth, determination flashed in his cloudy old eyes.
"Old man, you are going too far."
The voice was hoarse and low, like the bark of an old tree rubbing together.
"Today, no matter who you are or how big your background is, I, Wang Ai, want to let you know that I, Wang Family, am not someone to be bullied."
He picked up the brush and tapped it lightly in the air.
Where the pen tip landed, the air rippled, as if stones were thrown into the water.
Then, Wang Ai disappeared.
Just like a drop of ink falling into the vast ocean, it blends into the air and cannot be traced again.
Feng Xingtong opened his eyes wide and looked around, but couldn't see anything.
At this time, behind Lu You, the air suddenly twisted, and a dark golden brush protruded from the void. Wang Ai quickly closed the distance with Lu You.
However, when he got ten steps away, his face was full of astonishment, and he quickly melted and disappeared.
Don't get too close!
The closer he got, the stronger the sense of death crisis in his heart. What on earth is going on with this guy!
Abandoning the idea of backstabbing, he opened the distance again, and the pen tip danced rapidly in the air, leaving behind colorful lines.
Those lines are not static, but are rapidly growing, intertwining, and converging in the air as if they are alive.
Lines of red, blue, red, orange, and various colors were woven into a huge vertical picture in just two seconds.
In the scroll, countless soldiers are forming up in an orderly manner, with serious faces, cavalry holding spears, shield soldiers raising shields, archers setting arrows, the array is strict, and flags are fluttering.
"Divine Painting·Thousands of Troops and Ten Thousands of Horses."
The auras of these soldiers are all strong, Outsider!
As soon as the words fell, the soldiers rushed out of the scroll with the momentum of horses riding through mountains and rivers.
They are all entities condensed by Qi.
Thirty cavalry were the first to rush out on tall horses. Their armors were scarred and they were holding chopping knives. The horses' hooves stepped on the bluestone, making a thunderous roar.
The shield soldiers followed closely behind, their shields were like mountains, and their steps were neat. Every time they took a step, the ground trembled slightly.
The whole clearing was shaking.
The leaves of the old locust tree fell crazily in the vibration and were trampled to pieces by the horses' hooves.
Feng Xingtong turned pale and subconsciously took two steps back. Feng Zhenghao reached out to hold his shoulders, but his eyes never left the field.
"Both of you, it is forbidden to use weapons without permission on Mount Longhu!"
Rongshan came running from a distance, panting and looking very ugly. He had just come back from Old Celestial Master.
Old Celestial Master Ask him to stop the bloodshed.
However, Wang Ai is really popular now and ignores him at all.
Therefore, Rongshan cannot intervene in this situation.
We can only hope that Master will come over soon.
Lu You waved his hand to Rongshan, indicating that there was nothing he could do. He looked at the soldiers rushing out of the scroll with approval in his eyes.
"Divine Painting, it's really interesting."
This technology of materializing Qi involves something profound, creation.
Creation from scratch.
Divine Painting also has the characteristics of Eight Extraordinary Skills.
Lu You decided decisively to include Divine Painting as part of the subsequent compensation.
"What a pity."
He raised his right hand, and a ray of crimson light slowly condensed on his fingertips.
"Relying on quantity stacking is of no use to me."
The ray of red light danced at his fingertips, like a miniature sun. The light became brighter and brighter, changing from red to orange, and from orange to dazzling white gold.