Chapter 380 Painters of Hundreds

However, Xu Han was not in a hurry to throw Wu Leizi immediately, blew Feng Xiwei and Lin Xiang up, and the bones were gone, and then patted his buttocks and left. Although this can get out of trouble immediately, it is too unskilled and has no benefit to improving his experience in facing the enemy. Moreover, he has not reached that level. He needs to face himself to the level of cultivation to improve his psychological quality and combat experience.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xiang's pen closed, and the mountain characters soared, rising higher than the buildings on both sides of the street, completely blocking the streets in this area. And quickly turned into a living hill at a speed visible to the naked eye! Three strange peaks stand side by side, one high and two short, which seems to be one master and two servants. The shape of a vivid "mountain" character.

The cliffs, strange rocks, dense trees, rocks and moss, and weeds are no different from nature's water and mountains, but they are much smaller than ordinary ones.

What a strong visual impact such a living mountain suddenly appeared on the downtown streets.

At this time, Xu Han was in the mountains, under the highest peak, as if at the foot of the mountain of the hunting ground in the northern suburbs, and the breath of nature came to his face.

He looked at the thick fallen leaves under his feet, the cyan moss on the strange stones next to him, and the tender green leaves and powerful branches not far away, and his heart trembled: "What kind of kung fu is this?"

Lin Xiang moved a hill as soon as he started writing. Although the hill did not hit his face as he thought, at this moment, Xu Han hoped that it would fall down. Because if it is about to smash down, at least he will immediately know that its attack method is to hit the enemy with its own weight. With Xu Han's physical strength, he is not afraid at all, and there is a small world to protect himself for a limited time.

However, the imaginary attack did not come, but put him in the arms of nature!

What kind of attack is this?

Illusion?

Impossible, because except for the sudden appearance of a hill on the street, the scenery around him has not changed at all. Even the people who came out of the shadows of the buildings on both sides of the street and besieged him, as well as Feng Xiwei and Lin Xiang, a scholar in white, were all in his original position. It hasn't changed at all.

The scene is even more strange.

After Lin Xiang, a scholar in white, wrote this mountain character, he looked very depressed. Obviously, it was very difficult to use this move.

But what puzzled Xu Han was that Lin Xiang's attack put people in the mountains. On the surface, it was very shocking, but it did not have any impact on Xu Han! His body was still able to move, and he did not feel any extremely dangerous breath, nor did he feel any murderousness. Instead, a faint comfort rose in his heart. It seemed that tourists played between the mountains and rivers and were intoxicated with the subtle feeling between the green mountains and green waters.

The world is big and full of strangeness. Xianyang, a Kyoto, is really capable of countless people. This is Xu Han's sudden rise and sighs in his heart!

Three days ago, Chen Gonggong, a gray eunuch, used a house-like demon clock to cover his rebirth. The amazing resurrebirth could not help that big clock. Now, Lin Xiang, a scholar in white, has tried his best to draw such a small mountain and put Xu Han in the mountain! The most puzzled thing for him was that the attack did not cause any damage to his body and consciousness!

Xu Han believes that at this moment, as long as he is willing, he will immediately summon the small world, protect himself first, and then throw out the thunder in his hand. He can bombard this block, including this inexplicable hill, and then leave!

However, he did not do so. He also wanted to see where the lethality of Lin Xiang, a scholar in white, was.

This idea is undoubtedly very risky, but Xu Han feels that it is worth taking this risk.

Lin Xiang, a scholar in white, moved again. He picked up the pen again and began to describe Xu Han from the air.

This time, his writing was very solemn, which was not as elegant as before. Obviously, it took him a lot of energy to draw this mountain just now.

The big brush draws several wave lines, which turn into water waves. Therefore, a clear stream appeared at the bottom of the hill.

The big brush continued to draw and draw a few fogs, so a faint mist appeared in the mountains and forests!

The big brush did not stop and continued to sketch, so several hovering eagles appeared on the top of the hill, and the sound of eagles resounded through this quiet neighborhood.

Finally, the big brush "brushes!" A rectangle was drawn through the air.

"Danqing Roll, get up!" Lin Xiang, a scholar in white, shouted loudly, and his voice was deafening.

After drinking, the brush in Lin Xiang's hand fell down, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and then his feet softened and his whole body collapsed to the ground. Obviously, he has exhausted his mind, and the energy in his body has been squandered by him.

Xu Han muttered in his heart and was about to laugh a few words, but suddenly, his face changed greatly.

Because he suddenly found that he could no longer move!

Everything around him seems to have stopped, and his body and the mountains and rivers around him seem to have turned flat. He suddenly found that the last rectangle drawn by Lin Xiang was actually the border of a painting!

A huge landscape picture hung in the air, and Xu Han became the person in the painting. He was set in the painting, under the highest main peak. He was stunned to find that only invisible thinking could move, and other tangible places could not move at all, just like a painting hanging on the wall, which was completely static!

The mist in the mountains and forests, and the stream at the foot of the mountain completely solidified at that moment!

Xu Han set off a stormy wave in his heart. At this moment, no matter how many thunders there are in his hand, it doesn't matter, because his fingers can't move. Not to mention the fingers, even the eyes can't be turned! If you use your divine consciousness to forcibly detonate the Wu Leizi in your hand, then the first thing that is blown away is not the landscape in this painting, but Xu Han's own body that has been frozen and can't move!

Fortunately, although the body can't move, the six knowledge is still unimpeded! Xu Han saw the scene in front of him clearly, and Xu Han heard their dialogue clearly.

Xu Han found that not only him, but also those who besieged him were stunned and shocked.

The mountains and rivers filled with the streets and Xu Han, who was in the mountains and rivers, were instantly compressed into a two-dimensional plane and compressed into a picture scroll that stood in the sky and suspended in the air!

This scene is so shocking!

"Alas, I didn't expect that after practicing for so long, the third level of Danqing Volume could only barely start." Lin Xiang sighed and then said to himself, "But it doesn't matter. You can recover after a day or two."

"Fortunately, the residents of Xianyang City don't have the habit of getting up early, otherwise it's really inconvenient. Lin Xiang, what should we do now? That picture is too big and conspicuous. Put it away quickly and take it back to torture him slowly!" Feng Xiwei looked around, looked up at the sky and said.

At this time, the sky is much brighter than before, the morning fog has almost dissipated, and the shadows of the buildings on both sides of the street have faded a lot. You can see the wooden doors and windows and the dry mud on the threshold. Standing around, you can also see clearly the faces of the people in black surrounded by Xu Han.

"It doesn't matter. Let your subordinates take a breath and collect the painting when they recover some energy!" Lin Xiang crossed his legs with incomparable difficulty, like a crippled person. Then he took out a red elixir from the storage ring, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and then "goo!" With a sound, he swallowed it, and then said weakly.

"Very well, everyone spread out, block all doors and windows, block the streets around here, and don't let others see the movement here!" Feng Xiwei issued a blockade order.

"Listen, the people in the room, you lie obediently **, put on the quilt, and don't sneak up to look at it, or you will die!" Feng Xiwei shouted loudly, and the streets suddenly overflowed with murderous atmosphere. In several dark rooms, the lights that had just been lit were quickly blown out again! No one wants to die, even those who live impatiently do not want to die, let alone inexplicably get involved in a power struggle and become a trivial victim!

Fear of death is one of human natures!

The lower the status, the less bold you are, the more afraid of death!

What should I do? Xu Han was secretly anxious.