Top Emperor of Martial Arts

Qin Gan coldly snorted, "Back then, I decided to disperse my identity as the Master of Power and continue to stay in the Genesis Tier. Thus, my cultivation base declined. Otherwise, how would that brat have a chance?"    

Qin Guang laughed, "But that doesn't make sense either. 13,000,000 years ago, the Iron Faced Scholar had yet to be born. He should not have seen him before."    

Qin Gan was puzzled. At this time, he suddenly thought of something and said to Qin Guang in a low voice, "Go to Wenshu Sect and take a trip to their Temple of Cultural Arts. Show this old man what's inside."    

Qing Quan was stunned, "Now?"    

"Yes! Immediately!"    

Qin Gan gritted his teeth.    

Qin Guang thought for a moment and nodded slightly.    

He wasn't worried that Wenshu Sect would attack him.    

Qin Gan had not dispersed his cultivation yet. If the Wenshu Sect dared to attack him this time, unless they really wanted to destroy his sect.    

Qin Gan might force the Qin family to lose a critical point if he lost his cultivation. However, if Qin Gan continued to fight with all his might, with Qin Gan's strength, he would definitely be able to pull off the horse of a few major powers.    

At that time, besides the critical point of the Genesis Tier, no one else would be able to survive.    

Qing Xuan ran straight to the School of Knowledge.    

Within the Wenshu Sect, there was a temple of literature.    

This place had always been closed off, and was dedicated to worshipping Wen Shu God statues.    

Qin Guang descended.    

The disciples of Wen Shu Sect immediately rose into the air as if they were facing a great enemy, "Qin Guang, what is the meaning of this?"    

Qin Guang said coldly: "I want to make a trip to the Wen Temple, get lost!"    

Whoosh!    

At this time, the old man from the Wen Shu Sect walked out and said in a low voice, "Qin Guang, your Qin family wants to start a war with my Wen Shu Sect?"    

Qin Guang glanced at the old man. He had reached a critical point, but he was not afraid at all. He said with a cold smile, "Start a war? Do you think Wen Shu Sect is worthy? Today, under the orders of my father, I am going to take a look at the Wen Temple. Who among you dares to stop me? Let's give it a try."    

After he finished speaking, Qin Guang flew straight to the Temple of Wen.    

The disciples of the Wen Temple had ashen faces.    

At this time, Sect Leader also walked out.    

The old man said in a low voice, "Sect Leader, we don't care?"    

Sect Leader sighed. "It's not easy to care. It would be fine if it was just Qin Gan. However, Chu Yan was still in the Unspecialized realm. Once Qin Gan was in the Unspecialized realm, if you don't attack the other powers, just keep an eye on our Wenren Sect. Do you think the two of us can defeat the two of them by unspecialized cultivation? "    

This old man was silent and shook his head." Difficult. "    

Sect Leader could not help laughing. "Difficult? You are quite confident in yourself. In my opinion, there is no chance at all. I can't defeat Old Monster Qin, and there is a high chance that you won't be able to defeat Chu Yan. There is no chance of winning. "    

The old man was silent.    

At this time, Sect Leader suddenly said, "But why did Qin Guang suddenly descend and insist on going to our Temple of Culture? Oh right, did you see those drawings on the iron mask? That slovenly old man, I think he looks a little familiar."    

This old man takes a look and nods his head." Yes, they are quite familiar, but I can't recall where I have seen them before. "    

Creak -    

At this time, Qin Guang pushed open the door of the Temple of Culture by himself.    

Then, the corner of his mouth twitched.    

Inside the Temple of Culture, there was a statue.    

The Master of the statue was the God of Culture in the past.    

He was handsome and cool.    

However, the Cultural God in the divine statue was not sitting cross-legged or standing. Instead, he was fighting with a slovenly old man, who was pressing the slovenly old man to the ground and beating him up.    

Qin Guang:... ""    

This old man, isn't he my father?    

Behind him, this old man and Sect Leader also saw the statue. They immediately remembered, "Isn't this the old man in the Iron Paintings? Who is this old man?"    

This statue was carved by the Cultural God himself in the past. He had always told his students that this was the glorious moment of his life and that they must preserve it.    

Later on, the Wenren Sect had been worshipping it.    

But no one in the Wenshu School knew who this old man was.    

Everyone guessed that he must be a powerful character.    

Otherwise, the Cultural God wouldn't have said that he was at the height of light.    

Of course, the Qin Gan inside was the Qin Gan from 130 million years ago. At that time, even though he was a bit old, he was still very young, the gap between them extremely great.    

Qin Guang was his own son, so he could naturally recognize him. However, these people from the Wenshu Sect were not familiar with him, and they had never seen the Qin Gan of the past.    

Qin Guang said with a black face, "This statue was carved by the Wen God himself back then?"    

Wen Shu Sect Leader replied, "Yes."    

Qin Guang nodded, "Alright, you guys just wait."    

Then he turned around and left.    

He didn't say anything about destroying the statue.    

This was probably carved by the Cultural God. If he wanted revenge, he had to find the Cultural God.    

If he destroyed it, wouldn't there be no evidence?    

Wen Shu, Sect Leader, and this old man were puzzled. "What does he mean?"    

"I don't know. He just came to take a look? It's fine now?"    

At this time, Wen Shu Sect Leader stared at the old man in the statue for a while and suddenly said, "Xue Kuang, help me take a look. This old man... Why does he look more like Old Monster Qin the more I look at him?"    

Xue Kuang was the name of the old man in Wen Shu Sect.    

Xue Kuang was mad for learning.    

This old man turned around and took a look at the statue. He then looked at Qin Gan, who was inside the Human King City, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Senior Brother, be more confident. Put the word 'Image' on it. Isn't this Old Monster Qin?"    

Wen Shu Sect Leader:... ""    

The two of them now knew why Qin Guang had come.    

Their master was also sick. Why did he leave behind a statue for Old Monster Qin to carve inside?    

"What do we do now?"    

"How about... we tear down the statue?"    

Whoosh!    

At this time, Qin Guang flew back once more. He sneered, "My father said that you all must keep this statue and wait for the Cultural God to return. If he can't see this statue, he will destroy you all."    

This old man:... ""    

Wen Shu Sect Leader:... "    

The two of them had a headache.    

...    

Human King City.    

Qin Gan gritted his teeth.    

Especially when he saw that Chu Yan was currently riding 'him' on the ground and beating him up.    

To tell the truth...    

Chu Yan didn't even recognize who this old man was. He waved his hand and slapped 'Qin Qian's' face. He even raised his head and smiled at the iron-faced scholar. "I'm a bit curious. Who is this old man? I think the people you drew before are all very powerful. At least they can be called famous. This old man mixing around inside is more or less a bit abrupt. "    

The iron-faced scholar's face darkened.    

How would he know who this old man was?    

He only knew that every time he went to visit the statue, he would be able to see this old man.    

He had always thought that for the Literary God ancestor to be able to recognize him as a person at the height of light, he would definitely be a formidable character. He had thought that perhaps he was the Human Ancestor, or perhaps some top existence from the ancient times, but he did not know who it was either.    

In any case, he would draw it if he felt that it was powerful.    

Slap!    

Chu Yan slapped Qin Gan to death. At this time, most of the paintings of the Iron Paired Scholar had been destroyed. There were only a few left. He laughed and said, "These paintings of yours aren't strong enough. Are there any more powerful ones?"    

The Iron Paired Scholar's face darkened.    

He had already lost two illustrations, but he was still unable to win.    

He had always thought that his methods were very powerful. This was something he had endured for tens of millions of years.    

As a painter, the longer he accumulated and the more paintings he drew, the stronger he actually became.    

Furthermore, he was different from ordinary people. Some people were also good at group attacks and summoning, but they all consumed strength.    

He was not. Every time he drew, he would inject his energy into the painting in advance. Therefore, when he used the painting to attack, it would not affect his own combat strength.    

The more time he was given by an artist like him, the stronger he would become.    

Of course, there was one awkward point about being an artist like him.    

It was the fact that his painting at the early stage of the Four-Dimensional Realm had only been at the early stage of the Four-Dimensional Realm.    

It would not become stronger because of the increase in his strength.    

He had not broken through to the peak of the Four-Dimensional Realm for long. It had only been a little over ten million years.    

As for the painting of the peak of the four-dimensional realm... it was too difficult.    

His painting wasn't something that could be casually drawn with just a few strokes. He also had to infuse the power of ten thousand Daos into the painting.    

One painting would take him millions of years.    

The iron-faced scholar gritted his teeth. "Chu Yan, you forced me to do this!"    

Then, he took out another painting and casually threw it out.    

Weng!    

The moment the scroll was thrown out, it seemed as if it had been activated. The book quickly opened, as if a strong wind had blown away the seal. The entire book immediately spread out from the shelf, and pages flew out one after another.    

However, what was surprising was that most of the pages in this book were still blank sheets of paper. There were no paintings on them, and they did not contain any power of the Great Dao.    

However, three of them had paintings on them!    

And it was a very powerful painting!    

Weng!    

At this moment, three terrifying figures broke free from the painting and broke out of the paper, gradually transforming into three figures.    

When someone saw these three figures, countless people's pupils shrunk.    

"This is... Warlord, the Cultural God, and the Spirit God?"    

The pupils of countless people in the Creation Stage constricted.    

It was only because these three people were too famous that countless people recognized them.    

These three people were Warlord, a Cultural God, and the founder of the Spirit Sect, the Heaven Lord's mount. Later on, they were given the title of Spirit God.    

The Qilin's expression also changed at this moment. "Ironface, you are blaspheming our ancestor!"    

The Ironface Scholar said in a low voice, "That's not true. All the people I paint are people I respect. That's why I drew them."    

The Qilin did not say anything.    

Because he had also been in the painting of the metal-masked scholar.    

Weng!    

At this moment, three gods appeared, causing a terrifying wave of energy to sweep through the heavens and earth.    

The aura was terrifying to the extreme.    

The three of them stood there, seeming to have merged with heaven and earth.    

Qin Guang's pupils constricted as he looked from afar. "Unspecialized realm? These three paintings are actually all unspecialized realm Expert?"    

Qin Gan nodded and said seriously, "This kid is extraordinary. These three paintings should have been created after he stepped into the peak of the four-dimensional realm. If he is given enough time, he can even draw an army's unspecialized realm by himself."    

Qin Guang nodded, turned around and said to Qin Gan," Father, I remember that the power of the Cultural God was the art of painting, and the Cultural God could also do this? "    

Qin Gan nodded, "Yes. The reason why the Cultural God was so famous back then was firstly because of his wisdom. He had once given the Heaven Lord advice, and the second was his art of painting! I remember that before the Heaven Lord unified the World Era, when he fought against the Evil Spirit... The Cultural God alone used tens of millions of years of his foundation in a single day... One person is comparable to an army. "    

Qin Guang frowned, "Then isn't this kind of person invincible?"    

How long had the Cultural God disappeared for?    

Over a hundred million years, if the other party had not fought with anyone for over a hundred million years and had been concentrating on drawing...    

How many paintings would the Cultural God have now?    

Could he have tens of thousands?    

One had to know that the Cultural God was the master of power.    

If they were to fight, and the other party casually tossed out tens of thousands of Master of Power... Who would be his match?    

Qin Gan said lightly, "It's not that exaggerated. At the level of the Master of Power, if he wanted to draw a character of the Lord of Power, he needed to pour all of his power into it. In addition to his recovery time, a painting might take millions of years. In fact, it might even take tens of millions of years. "