Chapter 238

Li Ling stood like that and shouted out this sentence that no one would believe.

Respect for painters?

When was the painter honored?

All nine are inferior?

Are you kidding?

Which of the hundred schools of classical learning around the world is not Taoism or strategist? Painters have always been out of fashion.

Alone, in the face of eight court heads and 72 elders, he would falsely call the painter a respect?

This is bold!

Li Ling unfolded the scroll and let it stand behind him, about three feet long.

At this moment, people can see that it is the 87 immortal volumes made by the painter's founder Wu Daozi!

Jian Wuyou smiled: "can this thing alone make the painter respected?"

"Joke, when it comes to magic and spirit tools, it seems that Mohism is much higher than your so-called immortal volume."

"I really don't know what's going on with the painter. Is it a delusion that has reached the point of insanity?"

The heads of the courtyard opposite laughed one by one, and the elders behind them also felt that it was a little ridiculous.

Li Ling didn't care so much, but blocked there.

"Today, use your lives to commemorate the day when painters rise."

"Hahaha, that's funny."

"Do painters train people with incomplete brains?"

Li Ling didn't care what the other party was like. He just did what he should do.

Then, the other party's 80 people were ready to fight, and even they felt that it was a waste of 80 people together.

At this moment, suddenly some voices came from afar.

"Sihai County Confucian Academy painter elder rendering son, come to help the war!"

"The painter elder of Wuquan County Scripture academy paid money and came to help the war!"

"The painter and elder of Tongyang county academy left Baizi to help the war!"

"Freehand brushwork by the elder painter of Daling county academy, come to help the war!"

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Inadvertently, eight people came out around Li Ling.

All eight of them were dressed in red and green robes. At a glance, they were all dressed like painters!

In fact, almost all of these people are Yang Fuzi's martial brothers. They are also painters' elders in local academies. Like Yang Fuzi, they all have a desire to revitalize painters.

When Yang Fuzi showed his unique skills of blue blood and red green, he had moved all the painters.

At that time, they realized that the painter still had hope.

As long as the painter's seed is there, that is hope.

Now, they can let Li Ling fight alone. As the elders of painters everywhere, they are determined to stand with Li Ling and revitalize painters!

"Sorry, Gutong County, we're late," said the money.

Liubaizi also said: "we heard that the painter is going to be revitalized. We are willing to make a modest contribution at this moment!"

Freehand brushwork raised his arm: "even if I have a blue blood painting, it's not impossible!"

Rendering son hugged his fist: "how can we be less for the revitalization of painters!"

Subsequently, the eight painters and elders all expressed their positions.

The heads of the courtyard opposite were furious one by one.

"I said why don't you come with us? I wanted to help the tyrants!" Kang Guosong scolded: "a group of traitors! Why not kill you!"

"Come on! Even if you die here today, you should make this place full of blue blood ink. My painter must revitalize today!"

Shui QingHan, who witnessed this scene, was moved.

Because she never imagined that other schools would be united at the moment.

In her impression, all the disciples of other schools in the hundred academies fought for their own petty profits.

In contrast, painters can unite to deal with their head of the academy when they need it.

There are 80 people on the other side, and the painter and Li Ling are only nine. How do you fight?

Are they really not afraid?

Isn't this just hitting the stone with an egg?

However, the painter elders who rushed to help the war were all bright eyed and had no fear at all.

It's simple.

Even Yang Fuzi can save the painter with his unique skill of blue blood and Danqing. Why can't they.

At this moment, Li Ling injected his aura into the immortal volume. Then Jian Wuyou and his group ordered: "go together and take all these crazy and rebellious disciples! Then we'll grab the contention stone!"

The war was imminent, and Gutong County shook again.

The eight painter elders jumped into the air and threw out the talismans they had saved, which suddenly flashed and thundered on the mountain road.

But the seventy-two elders opposite are not fake. They can easily dissolve these talismans by using the skills of their own schools.

As soon as the painters started fighting, they were aware of the danger.

Renderers and freehand brushwork looked at each other, and they immediately cut their wrists.

Blue blood Danqing!

"Take the sky as paper, the residual body as pen, and the blue blood as material!"

In an instant, there was blood fog everywhere, and blood dragons and blood soldiers shuttled back and forth everywhere.

For a moment, 72 elders were suppressed by eight painter elders.

Jane Wuyou, the head of the hospital, immediately shouted, "don't be afraid. When their blood is dry, there will be no attack. Guard first!"

The head of the eighth courtyard quickly hid in the array and just wanted to wait quietly for the time to run out.

Facts have proved that eight people who have to work hard can do a lot of terrible things.

After a while, Jian Wuyou's array began to crack and couldn't stand it.

However, the cracks seem to have reached the limit of those painters and elders.

Jane Wuyou immediately rejoiced: "their blood is about to run dry!"

But at this moment, a lot of magic generals came out of nowhere!

Those divine generals are virtual shadows, but they can break through their strong array!

"This..." Jane looked at it in surprise, because he had never seen such a thing before.

Dai Rong was well-informed. He immediately shouted, "fairy roll! He even urged the portrait in the fairy roll!"

Yes, Li Ling urged the portrait in the immortal volume, and the first to rush out was the four gods in the painting.

In fact, Li Ling's most suitable attack method is always the seven wonders of magic and martial arts.

But today, Li Ling just wants to use the painter's means to earn some dignity for the painter. This is what he promised Yang Fuzi to do.

The immortal scroll has been handed down in the world for many years. Everyone thought it was just a painting. Who could have thought that it could be attacked in the painting.

"Taoist friends, hold on! This boy is supposed to have this ability. Let's stick to it again!" Lu Fei was persuading everyone.

Boom!

The emperor Donghua and twenty-four Golden Boys and girls appear in the picture. They are still empty shadows, but their attack power is far more ferocious than the four gods!

The shadow of the East China emperor rushed into the crowd and fought, and 72 elders from the eight scriptures fell into a pool of blood.

"How possible! How possible!"