Zhang Benchu, who was the first in the Heavenly List at that time, was a genius in martial arts in the martial arts world. Before he was thirty, he was not famous. After he was thirty, he rose like a meteor and never failed. In just three years, he jumped from a mid-level martial arts level to a ninth-grade master of the innate Tongxiang.

In order to fight Shujian Mountain, Wang Banxian tried his best to set up a Zhuxian Bureau, forcibly disperse the fortunes of the world. The world was withered, and for decades, no one could break through the three realms. However, Zhang Benchu ​​had a very high understanding. With such a thin fortune in the world, he actually peeked at the ultimate secret of martial arts, stepped through the void, and jumped out of the three realms, and was shocked. However, not long after, there was no news about Zhang Benchu ​​in the world.

Dan Qingsheng closed his eyes and looked up at the sky, "I tried it several times, but I still couldn't draw his thread."

Wang Banxian said, "Since you can't find him, I'm afraid no one in the world knows where he is going."

Dan Qingsheng said that might not be the case.

"Who else?"

Dan Qingsheng said: "The dungeon of Yujian Villa is the one who has the fortune of mountains and rivers."

Wang Banxian whispered, "This is what comes from your mouth and it can reach my ears. If it is introduced into the sword guards of Shujian Mountain, I am afraid that the whole world will be doomed."

After grinding the tea, I brought it up and served it to Dan Qingsheng and Wang Banxian. After standing on the side, I glanced at the broken bowl between Wang Banxian's waist, and couldn't help but reach out to touch it. As soon as I touched it, I felt illusions in my mind. A huge force poured into my body from the bowl. With a grinding sound, I spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew out, and was unconscious.

Dan Qingsheng said something evil, and went forward to grind the grinding and push the uterus to promote blood circulation. After a while, grinding slowly woke up. Wang Banxian took off the broken bowl and said, "What do you want, I'll give it to you."

Grinding had just suffered a loss, so I waved my hand quickly, "What a broken thing, I don't want it."

Danqing ordered, "Grind it and make some vegetarian rice, and cook a tea egg for Banxian."

After being supported and grinded, he took out a box from the large sleeve of the Confucian robe. After opening it, a few crystal clear pills emitted a strange fragrance. He took out two of them, swallowed them in tea, took out the cinnabar pen and began to take off the Confucian robe.

Wang Banxian said I'd better go out and wait.

"Why?"

"Hitting eyes."

"Whatever you want."

After taking the pill, Dan Qingsheng trembled all over his body, his beard and hair stood up, and his whole body was red, as if he was in a state of madness. He splashed a pot of ink onto rice paper, danced and sang his hands and feet, splashed ink, wandered the dragon and snake, and started painting.

Wang Banxian walked outside the yard, and Shutong Gangmu was making a fire and cooking. He came forward to chat. Gangmu was just hit and refused to pay attention to him. Wang Banxian deliberately teased him, making him full of impatient face and said, "You are so old that you can mature?"

Wang Banxian scratched his head and smirked.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Gangmu asked, "Are you really good fortune telling?"

Wang Banxian said honestly: "It is sometimes effective but not sometimes effective."

Grinding hummed, "I knew you were a liar."

Wang Banxian said that after all, I am also a half-immortal body, and I am still considered your elder. Can you give me a little respect?

Grinding his hands behind his back and asked, "Guess what I have in my hands. If you guess correctly, I will give you some respect."

Wang Banxian said, "I can't guess what you have in your hands, but I guess you have water in your head."

Gangmu was angry, so he turned around and ignored him and continued to burn the fire. Wang Banxian was most afraid of being bored, so he quickly coaxed him and said he would make tricks for him. Gangmu suddenly asked, "Can my master's painting really predict?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"Aren't you coming to him for this?"

Wang Banxian nodded.

Grinding said to himself, "No wonder, he drew a painting not long ago. I went to carry water and stepped on dog shit, and almost drowned in the mountain stream. As a result, I fell in two days ago. If I hadn't grabbed a stone, I would have died long ago."

Wang Banxian said, "You are full of heaven, not like a short-lived person."

Suddenly, when he heard Dan Qingsheng roar in the yard, Wang Banxian heard the sound and thought to himself that something bad was happening, he rushed in.

In the courtyard, Dan Qingsheng was lying in a ball of ink, and several paintings were scattered on the ground, and he had fainted. Wang Banxian took out a human pill from his arms and gave it to Dan Qingsheng with tea. After a while, Dan Qingsheng woke up.

"Drawn?"

Dan Qingsheng nodded and shook his head again. He nodded because he did draw several paintings about the future. He shook his head with a painting that was full of scenes in his mind, but he could not write them.

The book boy grinded a few pieces of paper on the ground and picked up some of the papers on the ground.

When Wang Banxian saw the top picture, he grabbed Dan Qingsheng excitedly, "Is this true?"

Dan Qingsheng nodded.

Shutong asked, "Master, what is the drawing on it? Why can't I understand the grinding?"

Wang Banxian said solemnly: "The Lakers Championship."
Chapter completed!