I’m Really Just A Mortal

"Ahem!"

Chu Ming cleared his throat.

Under the gaze of the students, Chu Ming stepped onto the stage.

"Today, let's draw a picture first."

Chu Ming's lectures are very casual, and he often talks about whatever he wants. After a few years, he has almost talked about poems, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But these students are also Buddhist and never picky.

Chu Ming looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on Tsing Yi's body.

"Thank you for being my model."

Tsing Yi had some doubts: "Model?"

Without waiting for Chu Ming's explanation, Tsing Yi was held by Chu Ming and pressed onto the chair.

After preparing the pen, ink and paint, Chu Ming began to write.

Seeing Chu Ming's concentration, there was a wave of waves in Qing Yi's eyes.

Sir, is this a portrait of me?

Unconsciously, a flush of flush appeared on Tsing Yi's pretty face.

On the other side, outside Tianyuan City, in the sky.

Hundreds of monster cultivators stepped out of the sky.

"Leader, the signal sent by the Great Protector was on the Lingyun Peak. According to my guess, it was mostly because of encountering a powerful human cultivator."

"Um."

The leader of the Ten Thousand Demons League nodded gently.

This is a creature that looks like a sheep but not a sheep, like a llama but not a camel, with curly white hair.

Particularly eye-catching is the big oblique bangs combed on the head.

This is the leader of the Ten Thousand Demon League, named Yang Tuo, Yunlan Country's billions of monster cultivator, its strength can be ranked in the forefront.

In front of the mud horse, there was a bald eagle.

It is the big Elder of the Ten Thousand Demons League, second only to Yang Tuo in status.

The white-headed eagle leaned in Yang Tuo’s ear and whispered: "My lord, Elder, the Lion Mengda, has not even finished sending the signal. He is already dead. I am afraid that there is a very strong man on Lingyun Peak. Shall we send someone first? Go to inquire?"

Yang Tuo pondered for a moment.

Afterwards, Yang Tuo nodded, and said with deep conviction: "The white-headed Elder said it is quite true, so in your opinion, who should I send?"

"Lion Mengda Elder is in the Ten Thousand Demons League, the strength is high enough, even it can't escape its opponents, if the person sent is too weak, I'm afraid it won't even be able to bring out a letter."

"It makes sense."

Yang Tuo nodded in agreement.

"If that's the case, then bother Elder with the white head and take a trip. In the entire Ten Thousand Demons League, besides you, who else can take on this important task?"

White head: "I..."

Unexpectedly, he painstakingly made plans, and finally pit himself.

Why bother!

Lion Meng was in the First Stage monster cultivator, and he died before he even finished a word. Can he be able to play in the Second Stage of the monster cultivator by himself?

The only difference may be that I can say a sentence completely.

"Why, white-headed Elder, you don't seem to want it?"

"Uh...no no, how dare you not follow the leader's order."

Yang Tuo’s Cultivation Base is the Seventh Stage of the real gods!

Even if Baitou had ten thousand courage, he didn't dare to yell with Yang Tuo. Yang Tuo could drown himself by spitting casually.

What a big deal, I would just go around Lingyunfeng for a few laps, and report to Yang Tuo after I went back. I didn't find anything. Isn't that done?

It doesn't know anyway!

Make up his mind, Baitou throws his wings at will, and a team of monster cultivators follow.

"Leader, Baitou will go one step ahead!"

After speaking, the white head broke through the air.

In Yang Tuo's hand, there is a piece of Jade Slip. On the Jade Slip, a few words condensed by Spirit Power float on it.

"Tianyuan City has it."

What is there anyway?

Is there a strong one?

Without the strong, how could Shi Meng die?

Moreover, what he said was Tianyuan City, not the place where he died.

It seems that you have to go there in person.

"You are lying in wait outside the city, I will go down and have a look myself."

Perhaps the Sky Demon Phoenix or Qing Luan was in Tianyuan City at this time.

Yang Tuo turned into a white streamer and fell on the ground. The original half-man and half-beast appearance also turned into a complete animal shape.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Tuo swaggered into the city.

"There is the aura of Transfiguration Tribulation, as well as Qingluan and Sky Demon Phoenix, they are all here."

Although several days have passed, Yang Tuo can still perceive that the Heavenly Demon Phoenix and Qingluan have both stopped here with the innate keen sense of smell of the monster cultivator.

Following the breath, Yang Tuo took steps and walked in the street.

Its appearance naturally attracted the attention of many people. Where did such a weird animal come from?

Among the crowd, a child hugged his mother's thigh and asked timidly: "Mom, is that Demonic Beasts?"

The woman just whispered, "Little kids, don't ask questions."

Yang Tuo was still walking swaggeringly.

Feeling everyone's attention, Yang Tuo became even more proud.

Humph, stupid human beings, worship the gods of the deity!

This trick, Yang Tuo has tried repeatedly, relying on this mighty appearance, I don't know how many powerful people have been frightened.

It is precisely because of this that it has achieved its current status. It can be said that this natural and mighty appearance has taken a large part of the credit.

"Huh? There is the breath of Qingluan over there."

At the west end of Tianyuan City, Qingluan appeared!

A cyan light shrouded in the west of the city, and immediately after that, I saw a cyan Phoenix fluttering.

The loud phoenix sound resounded throughout Tianyuan City.

The strange thing about such a heaven and earth vision is that the people in Tianyuan City seem to be unaware of it at all.

Their attention is still on Yang Tuo.

But Yang Tuo focused his gaze on the west of the city!

"It's definitely Qingluan, you can't go wrong!"

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Yang Tuo rushed away, billowing smoke and dust all the way.

Only the dumbfounded people were left.

"Mom, it runs so fast."

"Could this be the legendary beast..."

Everyone in the city opened their eyes wide, looking at the direction Yang Tuo had left.

In a lifetime, can you actually see this legendary beast?

"It seems that what the husband said is indeed true."

At this time, Chu Ming, who was in the academy, put down the pen in his hand and complained to everyone: "I said, you can't draw the eyes, the birds will fly away, you don't believe it!"

Just now, Chu Ming just finished painting the portrait of Tsing Yi, and couldn't help but gain interest, and drew a blue bird on her shoulder.

It just didn't draw eyes.

In this regard, Chu Ming only explained that if the eyes were drawn, the bird would fly away.

Everyone didn't believe it, and under repeated requests, Chu Ming had no choice but to put his eyes on the blue bird.

Then the bird flew.

"Mr. is really a god and man!"

A crowd of students got up and worshipped.

If it weren't for the immortal in the sky, how could there be such a handwriting, but with a hand, the blue bird transforms into a phoenix and flutters its wings!

Ugh!

The more complimented Chu Ming was, the more melancholy he was, so what if he had the finishing touch.

Not a mortal yet.

With these methods, he can only scare these mortals who have never seen the world before. If they encounter a real cultivator, they will be spotted in minutes.

Putting away the picture scroll, Chu Ming carefully rolled it up and handed it to Tsing Yi.

"I will give you this painting."

Tsing Yi's pretty face suddenly blushed again, and he nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Mr."

The value of this painting is even more precious than the blood of Yuanfeng in Tsing Yi!

If it is placed in the place of cultivation, daily visualization will be of great benefit to future cultivation.

At this time, Yang Tuo finally arrived at the gate of the academy.

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