The young man stood there, full of vigor, with a faint smile on his face.
With a wave of his hand.
The fake Li Ming, like a roc at sunset, approached Li Ming.
"It's so lifelike, especially the face, so handsome."
Li Ming gazed at the man depicted in the painting before him. He looked exactly like him, dressed in white, with an imposing presence and a handsome face, almost as good-looking as Pan An.
The fake Li Ming was radiating dazzling golden light as he threw a punch.
Li Ming's eyes flashed, and the fake Li Ming's hand broke off directly, but no blood splattered out.
The young man was startled, his eyes widened, and he thought, "So competitive."
"How is this possible?"
He sensed something was wrong and quickly summoned him back.
But he was already unable to move. Li Ming's gaze had locked onto the fake Li Ming, and his immortal spiritual power surged out.
boom!
The fake Li died from a body explosion.
It happened too fast. In the blink of an eye, the drawn figure was blown up by Li Ming. This was ridiculously strong.
"I refuse to believe in such superstitions."
The young man waved his hand and made a sweeping motion in the air, instantly causing billions of bolts of lightning to appear in the sky and cover Li Ming.
"Swish swish swish..."
He quickly sketched out various scenes.
Various large suns appeared amidst the thunder.
"town!"
The young man planned to kill Li Ming.
But he was still too young. The tribulations Li Ming had suffered were unimaginable, and these thunderbolts had no effect on him at all.
He yawned, and the chaotic mist surrounding his body suppressed everything.
Boom!
The lightning drawn by the young man turned to dust.
Li Ming walked towards him step by step, the oppressive force of his immortal spiritual power like a piece of the sky falling from the heavens.
"So strong."
The young man was unable to move. He saw an unparalleled and powerful aura erupt from Li Ming, like a tsunami crashing down from the heavens, like chaos surging.
He gasped and tried to break free.
However, they could not break free.
He bit his tongue, spitting out a few drops of blood, and instantly, a massive killing formation covered the peach blossom forest.
The killing formation was nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and three golden puppets appeared.
"Heaven, Earth, Man, Blood Sea Drifting, Three Kill Formation, Activate!" The strong young man gritted his teeth and said a few words, "I don't believe it, even in this state, it still can't trap you."
Boom!
The young man was still too young. Suddenly, he seemed to see a great emperor standing in the ninth heaven, his black hair flying, his eyes sharp, standing between heaven and earth.
The overwhelming pressure caused his three puppets to explode, and the formation collapsed completely, as if it were made of paper.
His spiritual pressure was overwhelming; the entire space was filled with his power.
The young man couldn't withstand it at all. He landed in a tiger-like stance and knelt before Li Ming, saying:
"Immortal Lord, spare my life! Please forgive my rudeness."
'They knelt down quite readily.'
Li Ming smiled at him, but did not remove his spiritual pressure. Instead, he continued to envelop him, letting him feel the aura of death.
"Pfft..." The young man's face turned pale, and he coughed up blood repeatedly, kowtowing as he said:
"Immortal, please spare me! I have inadvertently trespassed into your cave. Please forgive me."
He coughed up blood as he spoke, his body trembling, because Li Ming's oppressive aura was truly overwhelming.
Seeing that things had gone far enough, Li Ming withdrew all the pressure.
"Thank you, Immortal Venerable."
The young man stood up quickly, without even wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He immediately took out three magical treasures from his Sumeru Ring, handed one of them to Li Ming, and said:
"This is the White Cloud Umbrella, Immortal Venerable, please accept it."
Then he gave the black dog and the green ivy magical items: a Three Talents Bracelet and a Soul-Hooking Bell, respectively.
She's so mature it's heartbreaking.
Although none of these are particularly important tools, the other party is very worldly; they give gifts as soon as they meet.
"I was very rude just now, please forgive me, Immortal Venerable, Brother Dog, and this gentleman..."
"My name is Green Ivy."
"Senior Green Ivy, please don't be rude to me."
Li Ming thought this person was too worldly, able to bend and stretch, really awesome, definitely a talent. As expected, Yunmeng Sect would not let him down, the people who fell from power were all geniuses.
Li Ming asked, "What's your name?"
“Ma Lang”.
"Ma Lang of the Magic Brush Ma Lang?"
"The pen in my hand is indeed a divine pen, and some people do call me Divine Pen Ma Lang, Immortal Venerable, you can call me whatever you want."
Li Ming calculated with his fingers and figured out the entire structure of the man.
Ma Lang's parents died long ago, and he made a living by chopping firewood and cutting grass.
He loved drawing since he was a child, but he didn't even own a pen!
One day, he walked past the entrance of a school and saw the county magistrate in the yamen holding a pen and drawing.
He walked in without realizing it and said to the clerk, "I really want to learn to paint. Can I borrow a brush?"
The magistrate glared at him, spat in his face, and cursed, "You poor brat, you want to pick up a pen and learn to paint? Dream on!"
After saying that, they chased him out the door.
Ma Lang was an ambitious child. He said, "I refuse to believe that poor children can't even learn to paint!"
From then on, he resolved to learn to paint and practiced diligently every day. When he went to the mountain to gather firewood, he would break off a branch and practice drawing birds in flight on the sand. When he went to the river to cut grass, he would dip the grass roots in the river water and practice drawing fish swimming on the rocks on the bank.
In the evening, after returning home, he took a piece of charcoal and redrawn, one by one, the things he had sketched during the day on the wall of the cave dwelling.
He learned to draw even without a pen.
Year after year has passed, but I have never stopped learning to paint.
The walls of his cave dwelling were covered with paintings, a dense and colorful tapestry.
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