"It's funny?" Fang Zhengzhi glanced at Chi Guyan behind him, and his chest that was slightly undulating because of the big laughter, and a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't it funny?" Chi Guyan asked back, with a smile still contained in her bright eyes, which was a kind of happiness that came from her heart and had no worries.

"At least, there is any movement, isn't it?" Fang Zhengzhi asked back.

"When you say this, it seems to be really...well, maybe this is really a method!" When Chi Guyan heard this, the smile contained in her eyes instantly closed, and her face became serious again, as if she was really thinking seriously.

Fang Zhengzhi curled his lips and couldn't help but curse in his heart: "It's really a method? Why don't you try this method!"

Just as Fang Zhengzhi was cursing in his heart, Chi Guyan really took a step forward and came to Fang Zhengzhi's side. His eyes were also very serious about looking at the snow-white painting above his head.

"Maybe... it's because you're drawing something wrong." Chi Guyan said while not looking at Fang Zhengzhen, and it felt like she was talking to herself.

"What's the problem?" Fang Zhengzhi asked back.

"Recalling carefully, is there a process from simple to complex, and finally, to be one?" Chi Guyan continued.

"Huh?" Fang Zhengzhi was slightly stunned, and then he couldn't help but recall the picture of the first heaven and the picture of the seventh heaven in his mind.

It is indeed as Chi Guyan said.

From the first level to the third level, the scroll also goes from one stroke to the splash of ink. It doesn’t seem to have much change, but it is the process from simplicity to traditional, from the origin to the source.

After the fourth level of heaven, there are changes, countless complex changes. This change almost reaches its extreme when it reaches the sixth level of heaven.

Finally, on the seventh level...

It became "one" again.

Of course, this "one" is not what is called "one" in numbers, but is a thousand changes that blend into one and merge into one.

From simple to traditional, it is divided into one.

Fang Zhengzhi's eyes lit up suddenly, and he suddenly felt that this seemed to be another cycle, a cycle from nothing to something, and from something to nothing.

"I think I can try again!" Chi Guyan spoke again at this time, and his voice was filled with an unusual firmness.

"How do you want to try?" Fang Zhengzhi asked subconsciously.

"I just observed carefully. After you drew a stroke on it, the white scroll did not change immediately. Instead, it started to light up after waiting for a while." Chi Guyan analyzed.

"So, what do you mean?"

"Maybe...it's waiting for you to draw another stroke!"

"Draw another stroke? Is it possible that it will attract two lightning bolts?" Fang Zhengzhi also guessed casually when he heard this.

"It's possible!" Chi Guyan nodded.

"..." Fang Zhengzhi felt that this was not possible, but it was too possible. How could this be tried? It was simply using the body as an introduction: "Or, you can try it?"

"Okay!" Chi Guyan nodded again, feeling as if he had no hesitation at all, and there was no awareness that he might be struck by lightning.

Fang Zhengzhi was slightly shocked.

No way?

Chi Guyan really naively thinks that one stroke is useless, just draw two strokes? Is this stupidity... not very consistent with Chi Guyan's wit?

Or be more generous and let her give it a try?

wrong!

What if this girl really draws it and then flew to the ninth level of heaven in one fell swoop, what should I do? Even if I follow her and laugh a few more times, it will be useless.

As long as Chi Guyan reaches the ninth level before him, the bet will be equivalent to ending, and he will never have the chance to turn the tables.

Can't let her try!

Fang Zhengzhi was about to stop him, but when he thought about it, he still felt something was wrong. Is it possible that Chi Guyan, this girl, was deliberately taking advantage of her that she didn't dare to let her try this, and then let herself keep trying?

And she picked up the ready-made ones behind?

This possibility is not without, and, on the contrary, this possibility is very great. After all, Chi Guyan has never been a very naive and stupid person.

what to do?

Should I ask Chi Guyan to try it or try it myself?

Fang Zhengzhi was really a little confused. After all, if Chi Guyan tried, he would probably lose the bet, but if he tried it himself, he might have to be hit by two more thunders...

"I'm going to draw." While Fang Zhengzheng was hesitating, Chi Guyan took out a pen and dipped it ink on his ink.

"Wait a minute!" Fang Zhengzhi watched Chi Guyan jump up, but hesitated, and immediately stopped Chi Guyan's "impulsive" behavior: "I am a man, and I should do this!"

"Are you sure?" Chi Guyan looked surprised.

"Of course it's certain!" Fang Zhengzhi nodded.

He could naturally guess that there might be a fraud here, but what could he do? Could it be that he just watched Chi Guyan go up and try it?

If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just fear of ten thousand. What if Chi Guyan really succeeds?

Compared to being hit by two lightning bolts of lightning for a month, Fang Zhengzhi felt that two lightning bolts were not too easy.

Take a step back...

A real man should face a bleak life. Just one or two lightning bolts, what are you afraid of?

You have to do it when you say it.

Fang Zhengzhi didn't wait for Chi Guyan's answer anymore, and jumped up and flew up again towards the white scroll above his head.

After Chi Guyan saw this, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and a bright light flashed in her eyes in an instant.

It is naturally impossible for Fang Zhengzheng to look back at this time.

His eyes were still tightly staring at the white scroll in front of him. The pen in his hand waved one after another, and two ink marks that looked like sword marks appeared on the white scroll again.

The sharp breath was revealed from the ink marks.

I have to say that Fang Zhengzhi really fought this time, and these two ink marks even faintly contained a trace of his Dragon Jue Slash move.

"I don't believe it, this time it won't work!" Fang Zhengzhi slowly fell down after finishing writing, and his eyes were somewhat expectant.

And the moment he fell, the two ink marks on the white scroll slowly disappeared again, almost exactly the same as the previous scene.

then……

Fang Zhengzhi also felt something was wrong.

As soon as he looked up, his eyes suddenly widened, because the originally calm and bright sky changed again, and then two lightning bolts fell down together.

"..." Fang Zhengzhi no longer naively thought this time that this was the correct posture to open the ninth level of heaven. He had almost no hesitation and hid directly next to him.

But, strangely, the moment he dodged, the two falling lightnings turned towards his position as if they had spirituality.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang.

Fang Zhengzheng immediately felt that all the hairs on his body were standing up, which was so sour, so sour that he could no longer bear it: "Oh my god, there are really two lightning bolts!"
Chapter completed!