C1271 The One Who Painted It
C1271 The One Who Painted It
"Tsk, what kind of blow is this? He has surpassed his master. This Prefecture Master is overjoyed!"
"Loong Che... is truly the number one genius of our Southern Xia Martial Palace, the number one genius that has existed for hundreds and thousands of years! Compared to that bastard Qing Tianzi, he is much, much stronger!"
"En, en, in a period of time, it will be the prelude of the Desolate War. We should arrange for our disciples to head to the battlefield of the Desolate War in advance!"
"I hope that Loong Che will be able to amaze the world and bring glory to the Southern Xia Martial Palace and even the Southern Border of Great Xia Kingdom!"
"Is there even a need to doubt it? This Stinky Boy will definitely reach that step!"
The few of them were excited. Loong Che's combat strength, temperament, and even knowledge had far surpassed theirs. This made the group of higher ups feel gratified and happy in their hearts.
At this moment, Loong Che's figure had appeared in another spatial zone.
When he flashed out, he had actually landed in a place with beautiful scenery!
When he raised his head and looked around, he could see green mountains and clear water everywhere. It was verdant and glistening, with immortal mist lingering around it. It was like an ethereal paradise.
Within this mountain range. There was a pavilion within the mountains. The roof of the pavilion was arched, and it was like a bird that had spread its wings and was about to fly.
Loong Che's mental energy spread rapidly between the heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, it had covered a hundred thousand feet!
"This is... the space within the painting? The aura is really strange! Everything seems to be so unreal..."
After sensing the aura here, Loong Che's eyes couldn't help but congeal.
" This cut... was drawn... "
However, right at this moment, a human voice suddenly entered Loong Che's ears.
Loong Che's gaze turned rapidly and he saw that at some unknown time, the figure of a white-robed old man had suddenly appeared in the middle of the mountain range, in the middle of the only building.
"Hehe, senior, everything was drawn? I'm afraid that even you are not real?"
Loong Che smiled and moved his body. In an instant, he descended into the pavilion.
"Not bad, young man, you have a good eye."
The old man slowly turned around and fixed his eyes on Loong Che.
There seemed to be a sense of appreciation in his eyes.
At this moment, Loong Che cupped his fist and bowed respectfully.
He could feel that this old man was giving off an extraordinary feeling, as if he was floating in the air like a celestial being. In fact, he didn't even have the slightest trace of a lingering feeling.
It was as if he was a master of the Dao, able to see through everything in the world.
"This body of mine is not mine, but my master who painted me with such an aura."
The white-robed old man's expression was kind, "It can be said that I am the work of my master, a person of his country of ideals"
"Senior, I believe that the Master you mentioned should be an artist at the peak of perfection, right? For him to be able to create a work like yours, he must have extraordinary experience. It seems like he has a heart of transcendence that is different from all ordinary people. "
Loong Che said with a smile.
"Young man, your eyesight is really unique. No wonder you are the one who can remove the seal of the black flame. It seems that you are the fated person I have been waiting for. "
The white robed old man had a kind look on his face. He had a deep admiration for Loong Che.