Fantasy: So I Am a Peerless Expert

Wu Hao looked at Bu Xuanyin with a solemn expression, and couldn't believe that this person could cut the immortal existence and turned out to be a maid. How could this be possible?

At this moment, Wu Hao couldn't accept this fact. It was too scary. What kind of cultivation level was needed to make such a terrifying existence a maid. Hu Qingyun's cultivation level was too terrifying.

"This is a fact. Both the Tianyan tribe and the Tianxie tribe are annihilated. The killing of the immortal of the Tianyan tribe has become a fact." Bu Xuan said indifferently.

Although Bu Xuanyin's voice was not loud, it was beyond doubt, and Wu Hao was not allowed to doubt it.

"Is it true?"

Listening to Bu Xuanyin's words, Wu Hao at this moment gradually calmed down. The picture stone in front of him has actually explained everything, and that scene is already an indisputable fact.

Wu Hao, what is missing is just a process.

"Yes, one more thing, that expert may be proficient in all things."

Bu Xuanyin took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"Wan Dao?"

At this moment, Wu Hao calmed down, his eyes filled with excitement. During these years, it was difficult to improve his strength. What would happen if he was pointed by an expert?

"Yindi, are you asking me to meet an expert?"

At this moment, Dong Wang Wu Hao stared at Bu Xuanyin with fiery eyes.

"I just have this idea. If you get the guidance of the son, you will definitely make progress." Bu Xuanyin replied.

"My son, will you meet me?"

Wu Hao at this moment is very nervous.

Li Yixi is a peerless expert, and may not really point him.

"Emperor Yin, can you go with me?" Wu Hao at this moment has decided that if such a god-given opportunity is lost, there will be no second time.

"good."

Bu Xuanyin thought for a moment, said.

Jixia Academy, painting mountains.

There are so many Confucian scholars today. The disciples of Huashan will naturally not be absent unless they are idiots, but there is no idiot who can become a disciple of Jixia Academy.

These people have a persistent pursuit of literary and Taoism.

Otherwise, it is impossible to join Jixia Academy to practice.

After all, the current Wendao has no future at all.

The strongest person in Jixia Academy is also difficult to break through, and can only wait for the deadline to come and die.

However, many people, as always, joined the Jixia Academy without fear of death.

At this moment, the arrival of Li Yixi gave Wen Dao hope, and with the help of Li Yixi, someone became a powerful man in the Nirvana Tribulation Realm. How could these people not come with such an opportunity.

Today, on the top of the mountain, there are countless people who have other peaks. How can these people refuse this opportunity?

There is no need for the mountain masters to speak, these people have come to take up positions early.

There are only more than 500 Confucian scholars in Huashan, but today’s Huashan has 3,000 scholars.

The owner of the mountain painting was helpless, so he could only arrange this class outside, in the square on the top of the mountain painting.

Li Yixi’s small courtyard, the owner of the painting mountain had already come to greet him.

"The son!"

The owner of the painting mountain is respectful and greets with a smile.

"Mountain Lord, I naturally agreed and I will definitely go. It's not far from Huashan, so I don't need to come here specifically to pick it up."

Li Yixi looked at the painting mountain master who had been waiting for him, feeling a little helpless. He was a mortal and didn't need any special treatment.

"Master, this is a joint arrangement of our painting mountain scholars. It is our honor to have the master class today. How can we make the master tired?" The master of painting mountain hurriedly reached out and invited Li Yixi into the carriage.

"Actually, I just walked over."

At this moment, Li Yixi couldn't refuse, so he could only enter the carriage and follow the master of the painting mountain to the painting mountain.

Li Yixi’s courtyard was only three kilometers away from Huashan, and he soon arrived at Huashan.

When Li Yixi got off the car, he was shocked, because there were too many people painting the top of the mountain. Li Yixi thought that the class should be in the classroom, but Li Yixi also understood the number of people. Not that big classroom.

"I, am I so popular?" Li Yixi was a little dazed. Even for those very powerful experts, there could not be so many speeches like this.

So many people paint here by themselves, can they see it?

Forget it, this is another world.

Soon Li Yixi reacted. These people are cultivators, and they feel a little guilty in their hearts. This is a big scene.

Can you shake the scene?

"Today, please worship Lord Jiu and paint for us."

Painted the mountain and the owner of the mountain, with an excited expression on his face.

"Everyone, I can paint, but I can't give lectures. The mountain master insists on coming over. I will draw you a picture today!"

"I hope everyone can get something."

"But, what do you think is good for painting? Everyone decides." Li Yixi looked at everyone present and said loudly.

"Master Jijiu, you can paint whatever you want. When we paint mountains, we pay attention to what we want." The scholar who painted the mountains hurriedly said.

"Whether you want?"

"Then I will draw a character for everyone today!"

"The one in my memory, sword saint Liu Bai, the master of the sword pavilion."

"We Jixia Academy, all Confucian students carry swords. I think the temperament of the sword sage Liu Bai is the most suitable for us, because the sword sage Liu Bai has a white robe, and we are all in white, scholars, we have to be particular."

Li Yixi's voice sounded, and the eyes of each Confucian scholar burst into light.

"Master of the sword pavilion."

"Sword Saint Liu Bai."

All the Confucian scholars at this moment are extremely hot.

Almost everyone in Confucian scholars practiced swordsmanship. At this moment, Li Yixi wanted to draw a sword saint. Why not get excited? Li Yixi is a fairy. They also want to know what the fairy is remembering people who have not forgotten. What a look.

At this moment, the soul power of all Confucian scholars fell on Li Yixi's body, not letting go of Li Yixi's movements one by one.

At this moment, Li Yixi couldn't help but resounded Liu Bai, the sword sage in Chooser.

Liu Bai, dressed in white.

Sitting in the sword pavilion, almost invincible in the world.

Li Yixi remembered the last roar of the sword sage Liu Bai and his fight with Haotian.

Every word of Liu Bai is unforgettable.

In Li Yixi's ear, Liu Bai's roar to Haotian echoed: "I am invincible in the world. I won't fight with the sky and with whom."

Li Yixi took a deep breath, lifted the pen, and began to write down.

Sudden change of pen-writing anomaly.

At this moment, one by one Confucian scholars seemed to hear the sound of a big river flowing.

The water of the Taotao River is extremely fierce.

The river water contained indestructible sharpness.

"Liu Bai? Sword Saint?"

"This is not the sound of the river, this is the sword intent, the big river in the sword intent, it's such a strong sword intent."

"Sword Sage Liu Bai, what level of cultivation is it?" At this moment, the face of the painting mountain master became extremely solemn. This is just a stroke of pen, and there is such a terrible sword intent. Then if the painting is finished, what will happen, this It's just a road map, how about a real person?

The young man traveled through the ten thousand realms, and his cultivation reached the sky. The man who can be remembered by the young man is definitely not an ordinary person.

Li Yixi continued to write and perfect his paintings, and his sword intent became stronger and stronger. That monstrous sword made all Confucian scholars excited and inexplicable.

"A road map, a terrible road map."

"The young master draws today to give swordsmanship." Countless scholars sighed.