The unique skill at the cost of ten years of life is indeed not as powerful as ordinary.

I saw the blood-colored demon sword rising into the air, shuttled out from a mesh hole in the big yellow net, and slashing down in a certain direction.

The demon sword seemed to be able to capture the breath of life, and the direction where the four remaining people in the expeditionary army were hiding.

Suddenly, a burst of white smoke rose up.

The white smoke smelled tar, just like a dozen old smokers were doing things in a smoking room, making the whole room smoky.

The misty white smoke is like the clouds in the sky, constantly changing its shape.

At the same time, an inappropriate singing sounded: "Draw a rainbow on your chrysanthemum, and draw a dragon on your dingting..."

Accompanied by the singing, the misty white smoke seemed to be controlled by an invisible brush and began painting in the air.

Just like the sky after the rain, a rainbow appeared wherever the white smoke passed.

A little white dragon flew out of the rainbow.

The little white dragon appeared vividly and immediately entangled the blood-colored demon sword.

The originally aggressive blood-colored demon sword seemed to hit the cotton with one punch, unable to exert force.

Under the vague disgust, the blood-colored demon sword struggled in the air and could not get rid of it.

Bai Tianxiu was amazed at the sight. Today he saw the masters' strange genetic lock abilities.

He gently touched the little witch next to him and asked in a low voice: "Who is that big beard? Do you know him?"

The little witch shook her head, indicating that she knew nothing about the person who used the smoke gene lock.

The only thing the two of them sure about was that the one who used the gene lock should be the bearded middle-aged man holding a pipe in his mouth.

The bearded man used a cloud of smoke to crack Litobechi's fire reckless technique, which was impressive.

At this moment, three people appeared on the hillside.

The visitors were Wu Jinbo, Zhen Aikun, and Jin Qian Fugui. The three of them had gone separately to find Bai Tianxiu and walked farther. After seeing the colorful signal flare, they rushed over as fast as possible.

When the three of them saw Junior Brother Bai lying there alively, they were both surprised and happy.

It is not the time to say hello and reminisce about the past, but Wu Jinbo and others quickly found a place to hide and watched the fun with Bai Tianxiu.

At this time, the role of Master Kun of the Encyclopedia was reflected.

"It turned out to be him?"

"Soul painter...Smog Zou?"

As soon as he saw the disgust wrapped around the demon sword, Master Kun showed a shock.

The little witch who usually doesn't like to chat with three seniors rarely joins the group chat: "Are you sure that person is a soul painter?"

Zhen Aikun whispered: "The soul is white smoke, and the person who sees it ascends to heaven... This style should be written by Smog Zou. However, the man committed a crime and was sent to the expeditionary army. There are rumors on the road that he died a few years ago, and he could not have thought that he was still alive."

Hearing this, even Bai Tianxiu confirmed the identity of the bearded man.

Since Smog Zou was exiled to the Expeditionary Force, he was in line with the bearded man.

At this time, the little witch asked, "Smogezou is a famous artist. His painting is worth millions. Many nobles are pursuing his works. How could he be exiled to the Expeditionary Force?"

Zhen Aikun's expression was a bit strange: "As far as I know, he is not popular with nobles, but mainly because he is very popular with noble wives and ladies, and he is nicknamed as a friend of the nobles."

The little witch learned from it: "Has he hooked up with the wife of the great noble?"

Master Kun's expression was even more strange: "School sister hit the nail on the head, Smog Zou has the temperament of an artist, likes to hook up and play with those ladies late at night to discuss art."

The little witch said curiously: "Which noble family did he offend?"

Master Kun replied: "The Long Family in the First District."

The little witch's eyes lit up and she was inexplicably gloating: "Which woman in the Long family was harmed by him?"

Master Kun said: "It is said that it is the mistress raised by Long Sihai, the current head of the Long family. Long Sihai goes to see his mistress once a week. For the other six days, the woman asks Smoge Zou to "do it on his behalf."

The little witch was shocked: "No way, Long Sihai is such a domineering person. How dare he carry his mistress on his back?"

Master Kun said in an admirational tone: "I didn't dare to do so, and I couldn't resist Smoge Zou's talent. I heard that Smoge is his English name. His real name is Zou Batian, and people in the martial arts world are called Yizhu Qingtian!"

The little witch was surprisingly gossiped today: "Senior, please talk about it."

Master Kun said carefully: "Actually, I know a little bit about the fur. It is said that the woman watched Zou Batian's art exhibitions several times and was attracted by his works. The two met and discussed art. Later, the two became bigger and bigger, which completely angered Long Sihai."

It seemed as soon as it was involved in the Long family, the little witch was in high interest and continued to ask, "How did you get angry?"

Master Kun said: "Zou Batian has a quirk. A woman who has discussed art with him will make a painting on the other party and leave a mark, which probably means 'I, Zou, is here for a trip'... Later, the paintings he left on the mistress of Long Sihai, simply broke through the sky and exceeded the imagination of normal people."

The little witch was even more curious: "What did he draw?"

Master Kun sighed: "How come he is a soul painter? This guy went crazy and ignored the consequences. He drew a rainbow on the woman's chest and two dragons on his butt..."

The little witch couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing.

Fatty Jin couldn't help but interrupt: "Did Long Sihai see the painting left by Zou Batian?"

Master Kun nodded: "Of course I saw it. Long Sihai was so angry that he sent a master to chase Zou Batian. The latter was chased by others all day long, and there was no way. He simply committed something in the street and was arrested and sent to the expeditionary army. I heard that he was sentenced to fifteen years."

Murong Shenyong couldn't help but interrupt: "What did that woman think? She didn't wash off the painting on her body, how dare Long Sihai see it?"

Master Kun said: "The soul painter style is unique. Once it is painted, it will be like a tattoo and cannot be washed off. Moreover, when Smog Zou's white smoke brush is invisible to the naked eye when he was painted, it will not be visible to the naked eye and will not appear in a few days. The woman didn't know that she was caught. Later, Long Sihai took off her clothes and happened to see that kind of soul painting."

Suddenly, a loud noise in the valley interrupted everyone's discussion.

Thunder!

In the air, blood-red thunder appeared inexplicably.

The bolt from the blue shocked everyone.

Wherever the thunder passed, a huge rock larger than the bedroom in the canyon was cut off.

The huge rocks rolled down in the valley, causing smoke and dust to rise.

The little white dragon in the air was gone, but the blood-colored demon sword was still showing off its power.

Four people crawled out of the pit that was bombarded by thunder. All four of them were injured. The man's big beard was covered with dust. He sweared on the spot: "Grass mud horse, demon sword ghost che?"
Chapter completed!