Liu Xianglian finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back, the letter Lao Zhang left for herself was not signed!

This is simply amazing!

Miss Ren, who wanted to break her head, could not think of a person who had been more than a thousand years ago, would leave a letter to a person who had been more than a thousand years later.

"It seems that this finishing touch of painting saint Zhang Sengyou finally became an immortal?"

"It should be! I discovered this thing accidentally in the old house of Liu Mansion!"

The girl smiled ten times and said, "So that's it. The real secret is not the letters, calligraphy and paintings from more than a thousand years ago, but other things. It's better if you miss it. If you find something like that, you'll be in trouble!"

Ten girls looked at the "Nine Paintings of Concave and Convex" again, and praised: "It is worthy of being an immortal's method, and the future is limitless! One stroke is a dragon and snake, one stroke is like a mirror, one stroke is a fantasy moon, and one stroke is a sword,

One stroke of yin and yang, one stroke of life and death, one stroke of emptiness and reality, one stroke of heavenly power, one stroke of beautiful mountains and rivers, and one stroke of the immortal road of heavenly gate opens.

Except for the dragon and snake, which are painted, swords and fighting techniques, the rest are all entering the Taoist realm.

This is the method of immortals!

OK OK OK OK Brother, you have a great opportunity!

I'm much luckier than my sister, alas!"

Damn, she is worthy of being a master. Only after breaking through can Liu Xianglian know what the new realm is. After just looking at it, she has already understood everything.

"Sister, since I think this treasure of Sengyou is better, I might as well learn "Nine Paintings of Concave and Convex"!"

If it’s not that Liu Xianglian is generous, he has no choice but to be unlucky!

After ten hands, the letter turned into pieces, and the booklet of "Nine Paintings of Concave and Convex" flew back to Liu Xianglian's bag.

"The path of martial arts is getting narrower and narrower. Some people have reached the master, some have reached the first-class, and some have not been able to get through the second-class. If you want to be the ultimate, you must die in vain as if you are a needle tip. When you reach the master, you will not be able to practice it unless you have to lose your cultivation.

But at this level of master, the life span of 360 years old, these life spans are supported by one's own cultivation.

Once a master level master who is a hundred years old is abolished, he will immediately turn into a mortal and die so hard that he cannot die again!

And sister, I am already 350 years old. You said, can I cultivate such a fairy fate?

Stinky brother, it is your luck to have such opportunities. Sister is now at her age and experience, and what else can I not be able to see through it?"


Chapter completed!