Chapter 1687

As soon as Fang Lin's voice fell, he saw the real dragon roaring out separately, which attracted the gathering of the clouds and clouds in the nine days and stirred countless monsters in the seven seas to echo it?

The majesty of the real dragon is completely revealed. It is not an empty shadow, nor does it rely on the power of treasures, but a real ancient real dragon.

The real dragon separated, and the two masters were stunned. Although they had heard that there was a real dragon in the land of nine countries for a long time, the people of seven seas had always sniffed at it, thinking it was just the boasting of the people of nine countries.

But now, a real dragon appeared in front of them. No matter how incredible the people in the seven seas felt, they had to believe it.

"I'm not dreaming, am I? Can I see a real dragon in my lifetime?"

"How is this possible? How is this possible? This is a real dragon."

"The real dragon has long died, why is there still a real dragon?"

"Why is Fang Lin so lucky that he can find the real dragon?"

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Whether it is Lingwu chess sect or Guihai huazhai, the hearts and minds of the people of the two sects have been greatly impacted. Some people even slapped themselves, and felt that they were living in a dream?

With a kick at the foot of Fang Lin, the whole person stood on the Dragon tap, overlooking the two masters below.

Master Liu Zhai was stunned, and the precious ancient brush in his hand was a little out of control at the moment.

"Real dragon, is this a real dragon? It's not a portrait on ink, but a real dragon?" Liu Zhai's master murmured, and his eyes looked straight at the real dragon on the sky that day, as if stunned.

Just listen to the snap, the paintbrush in Liu Zhai's hand unexpectedly fell to the ground, and he himself was really unaware of it, and he was still staring at the real dragon.

In a trance, Master Liu Zhai laughed, laughing very desolately, with a little satisfaction.

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous, I still want to copy the real dragon. How can I copy it if I don't see the real dragon? Don't say three or four points of the real dragon's dignity, even if it's a real dragon's dignity, I can't copy it!" Master Liu Zhai was as mad as a madman, overturning one of the inkstones in his hand, and he himself sat on the ground all at once.

Everyone around hurriedly came up to check the situation of Master Liu Zhai, but he drank them back.

"The real dragon is here. If you want to copy it, copy it as soon as possible. I want to see you, the owner of the returned painting studio, who can copy some of the charm of the real dragon?" Fang Lin said calmly.

Master Liu Zhai shook his head, "I can't copy it. I'm in a mess."

"You know how to be measured." Fang Lin said coldly.

Liu Zhai's heart is extremely bitter. His state of mind is chaotic, which is only one reason. The other reason is that he knows that he can't copy the real dragon at all.

If he had not seen the real dragon with his own eyes, Lord Liu Zhai could try to copy it with the portrait of the real dragon he had seen in his memory, but it was not the real dragon that was copied, but a portrait of the real dragon in the past.

But now, Lord Liu Zhai has seen the real dragon with his own eyes. As the world's top painter, he can't copy a portrait and ignore the real dragon in front of him.

The majesty of the real dragon is indeed not what he can draw with his pen and ink. Even if he forcibly draws it, it is only a painting without half the power.

Moreover, Liu Zhai's state of mind has been disordered. Continuing to force his pen to draw dragons is just frustrating his state of mind.

As soon as Fang Lin patted the Jiugong bag, all kinds of paintings appeared in front of him. They were all ink treasures looted from the Guihai painting studio. At the moment, all of them were urged by Fang Lin, and immediately the situation was like a critical juncture.

Bang bang!!!

Although the Pangu array was solid that day, it first experienced the offensive of eight Yan Shen ancient lights, and now it was hit by the power released by many ink treasures. Even if the Dharma array was strong, it had consumed a lot of power.

Fang Lin waved his hand, and the real dragon also moved, and directly hit the light curtain of the array.

With a bang, the Dharma array trembled violently, and the people of the two sects were scared to death. They couldn't imagine that a real dragon was bombarding the Dharma array at the moment.

Seeing this situation, the song patriarch was also more anxious, but there was no good way. After all, he didn't dare to go out to fight Fang Lin and others, and could only rely on the FA array to deal with Fang Lin and them.

The real dragon continued to smash into the sky Pangu array. With the real dragon's extremely strong body, even if it suffered the shock of the force of the Dharma array, it didn't matter.

After more than a dozen impacts, the Pangu array was finally much weaker that day.

Seeing this, Fang Lin separated the real dragon into his body, and the seven Yan Shen ancient lamps also quietly entered his body.

Fang Lin's fist blew out, and the fist momentum was overwhelming. With the roar of the real dragon and the kylin, the nine sky wind suddenly thundered, and the majestic force gathered on Fang Lin's fist.

Boom!

The fist smashed on the light curtain of the Dharma array, and immediately the Dharma array broke like an egg shell.

The tianpangu formation was broken by Fang Lin after all.

Flames swept in, Fang Lin released the sky fire again, and fell on the second patriarchal protection array.

Not only that, Fang Lin's fists also kept falling, and each fist was terrible, no less powerful than the full strength of the strong.

"Bad!" Song Zongzhu's face changed greatly. He felt that the strength of the patriarchal protection array was being consumed quickly. He only took three or four punches, and was about to lose his grip.

"Master Liu Zhai, don't you hurry up and see my Lingwu chess sect's Dharma array broken?" Lord song roared at Lord Liu Zhai, who was still sitting on the ground.

Liu Zhai shook his head. At the moment, he couldn't hold the pen, and he couldn't do anything at all.

Song patriarch can't wait to scold his mother, but now he doesn't have that spare time, so he can only let people use many treasures in the sect together.

For a moment, various treasures flew out to besiege Fang Lin, which caused a lot of trouble to Fang Lin.

After all, Lingwu chess sect is also a sect that has stood for thousands of years. There are still some details. Many of these treasures are not vulgar. Although Fang Lin is not hurt by them, he is also entangled by these treasures.

In particular, the two pieces, one black and one white, are not very impressive, but their power is so strong that Fang Lin can't help but smack his tongue secretly.

At this time, many figures appeared in the distance above the sky, breaking the air towards here.

"Huh?" Under the siege of many treasures, Fang Lin still had time to see the situation there, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

"The people from daomen are coming." Zhen Yangzi said, looking a little uncertain.

And all the people of the Confucian sect who were under the protection of the Dharma array immediately looked at those people of the Daoist sect who rushed to the rescue with great surprise as if they had been pardoned.

PS: first, it seems to be the fifteenth day of the first month