Medicinal Immortal

Seeing that painting brush stabbed from the sky like a giant arrow, penetrating the tiger beast's body, and nailing it to death, I wished the wind to exhale heavily and patted his chest: "It's dangerous! "

No need to think about it, but also know that Master Tang must have rescued him, but this time, but he can't see the picture outside the scroll, he is in this scroll, like a world alone.

In the courtyard, the middle-aged man's face was dark, staring at the child standing on the side, his lips pressed and he didn't speak, but the breath on his body was a bit scary.

At that moment, the child picked up the paintbrush and injected spiritual energy into the scroll. It was so fast that he did not react. When he reacted, the tip of the paintbrush was standing on the table like a sharp arrow. On the scroll, nail the tiger and beast in the painting in place.

This hand alone does not look like an ordinary child.

"Even though it is a painting, it is a bit annoying to see my eldest brother being chased by a tiger and beast in the painting." Tangning said with a smile, greeted the middle-aged man's slightly deep gaze, with a tender voice. Innocently said: "Sir, you shouldn't blame me for ruining this painting?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and he didn't expect that he would have a miserable day. He smiled lowly and said, "No, because you didn't ruin this painting."

While talking, he stretched out his hand to remove the upright paintbrush, and as he took it off, the tiger beast pinned by the paintbrush disappeared like a phantom. There was only a blank space and a few drops of blood on the scroll. Beads.

Seeing this, Tangning's heart moved slightly, and she saw a layer of ripples on the white paper, not even damaged.

"Little son, I have a picture here I want you to see." The middle-aged man said, taking out a scroll from his sleeve and handing it to Tangning: "You open it and take a look."

Tang Ning glanced at the painting that was handed over, and didn't say much. After receiving it, he untied the strap, and the scroll fell, but it was a blank painting.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she felt the hand of the person beside her stretched out to her, so she turned to look at the middle-aged man on the side, her immature voice was curious: "What do you want me to see, sir? This is obviously a blank volume. Picture scroll."

The middle-aged man's extended hand naturally retracted, took a look behind him, and said, "Oh, maybe it was the wrong one, it should be this volume."

While talking, he took out another roll and handed it to Tangning: "Look at it."

Tangning put the scroll in his hand on the table, took the scroll he handed over, and opened it. On the drawing paper, a crow flapped its wings and flew, and apart from this crow, there were only edges on the scroll. Those patterns.

"There are few crows in my place, but I don't want a crow to come here last night." He stretched out his hand and moved his palm slightly. When he was about to push the child into the painting, he heard the child's voice.

"Sir, the scroll is on fire." Tangning narrowed his eyes with a smile, and showed him the smoking scroll.

"This is impossible!"

Astonished, the strength gathered in the middle-aged man's palm dissipated. He took the smoking picture and looked at it, but he saw that smoke was really coming from the picture, and the smoke grew bigger and bigger, and a faint flame appeared.

"How come? This is impossible!"

He said in a daze, but didn't want the next moment, a flame sprayed from the mouth of the crow in the scroll, and hit him through the drawing paper, shocking him to throw his hand up and throw the drawing out.

"dumb!"

The crow flew out of the flames in the painting, and the hoarse cry spread sharply.