Chapter 3

Unfortunately, before dawn, a group of fighting officers and men did not notice a trace of distant high-altitude vision.

Inside the house.

The green light gradually converged into the body of the juvenile, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"Hoo!"

Two sharp lights shot out from the young man's eyes, and the anger in his eyes flashed. It was like a gust of wind blowing around.

However, young people quickly adapt to the environment, the momentum of the whole body also slowly converged into the body.

The youth's eyes are deep, embarrassed, wise and full of vicissitudes, which is not what a 17-8-year-old should have.

Not far from the head of the bed was a mirror.

The boy walked slowly to the mirror. He stretched out his arms, looked at his hands, and touched his face in the mirror.

"as like as two peas, as like as two peas!" The boy squinted and sighed.

Finish saying, the youth opens left sleeve, wrist place, like a seed like birthmark. The middle finger of the right hand gently stroked the birthmark for a while, and the young man's eyes narrowed slightly: "usurping one's life and deriving from it?"? I did not waste a moment to open the immortal tomb, usurping the fate derived? The secret method left by the immortal in the tomb is really wonderful

"Fairy tomb treasure?" The boy seems to think of some painful memories, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and his eyes are fierce.

Looking at the study, the boy went to the desk.

There are ten brushes on the desk.

The boy took a little look and picked one of the brushes with a Purple Jade Carving Dragon.

Stained with ink, the boy's eyes were fierce and his face was extremely gloomy. The brush in his hand wrote on the rice paper that had been paved.

The young man's eyes are full of hatred and anger, but his hands are as steady as a mountain, writing one stroke at a time.

"Hoo!"

In the room, suddenly blowing a gust of whirlwind, the whirlwind quickly swept every corner of the house, a large number of books were constantly blown by the wind, and some small objects were hit by the whirlwind. But strangely, the whirlwind often bypassed the oil lamps. Under the strong wind, the oil lamps were still burning.

The youth himself did not send out a trace of momentum, but the words from the youth's pen caused the house to storm. It's just the first word "Zhen.".

If the practitioners who practice "character" see it, they must be surprised, because the youth's words have reached the state of "the wind and rain of falling brush". It is a very high realm of calligraphy, and many practitioners may not be able to achieve it in their whole life. And this teenager, it seems, is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Write down the wind and rain! The character "Zhen" is derived from the calligraphy attainments of previous generations, and has nothing to do with cultivation. One character "Zhen" can set an example for countless calligraphers in the world. Moreover, there is a sense of imperial domineering in this character, which makes people afraid.

A Zhen character took up half of the Xuan paper. On the other side, the boy wrote another word again.

Male!

Zhen Xiong!

Each stroke falls, the whirlwind around becomes bigger and bigger. When the last stroke of the male character falls, the purple jade brush in hand suddenly makes a crisp sound.

"Click

There is a crack in the purple jade brush.

Click! CLICK!

There are more and more cracks.

"Bang!"

The purple jade brush turned into a handful of broken pieces, which were scattered by the whirlwind around. Two words were written and the pen was broken. If you don't know the quality of writing, you should feel sorry for the poor quality of writing.

At the end of the two characters, the whirlwind roared around, hovering on the rice paper, and straight into the two characters.

Looking at the two black words is like seeing the abyss and hell. It is full of resentment and anger. A large number of negative emotions are written into these two words by teenagers.

"Bang!"

The whirlwind was inhaled, and a large amount of black gas came out of the two characters. The black gas circled over the Xuan paper and gradually condensed a black devil's head.

"Ah, GA, GA, GA, GA, GA!"

The devil's head has two horns, eyes like an abyss, teeth like serrations, evil, sinister, arrogant laughter.

From the beginning to the end of the juvenile staring at this group of black gas.

"What I can't break through for thousands of years has been broken because of your" Zhen Xiong "? What's the weather like The young man stared at the devil's head and said.

Looking at the devil's head written by his own negative emotions, the hatred in the eyes of the juvenile is not reduced, and even his eyes become red gradually.

"Zhen Rou is my queen. You are Zhen Rou's father. How can you have such a cruel father in the world? For that sword, you didn't hesitate to deceive Zhen Rou and ask her to take the most poisonous thing in the world with me. I could persist in not dying for ten days, but Zhen Rou died suddenly on the spot. What a cruel father and a vicious father. "

"Zhen Rou is so kind that you don't deserve to be his father. Although the sword from the immortal's tomb is powerful, I don't like it. I have my own sword of the son of heaven. Just for a sword, do you poison your own daughter? Zhen Xiong? Ha ha ha ha, you wait. I'm alive again. I'll cut your belly and dig your heart to see what color your heart is. I'll avenge rouer! "

In the eyes of the young man, he was fierce and fierce, and the fierce spirit was several times stronger than that of the devil, forcing the devil's head back to between the two words.On the rice paper, there is a layer of black gas.

When you pick up a piece of paper, you will find that it is the cheapest.

"Hoo!"

Rice paper keeps burning.

"Ah "Spare me "Ah!"

In Xuan paper, the devil screams repeatedly, but the young man's eyes are cold. Let a piece of rice paper turn to ashes.

"Zhen Xiong?" The boy read the name fiercely again.

After calming down, the teenager began to feel the situation around him. Slightly closed eyes, and then slightly raised eyebrows.

"Usurping one's life and deriving from it requires the realm of an immortal. If I had not become an immortal in those years, and I was dying, I had to fight. If it hadn't been for the nine stars and the gate of heaven opened, my will would have been trapped in the flesh of this life forever. I don't know if the flesh of the previous life is still lying in that coffin. I will go back in the future!" The boy sighed slightly.

Taking a deep breath, the young man walked slowly to the gate of the bamboo hut.

"Creak!"

The door of the bamboo house is opened by the youth!

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