Artistic conception!

A maid actually comprehended the artistic conception? Li Wuxin couldn't help but be shocked. It is normal for Dong Zhen to comprehend the artistic conception, but her maid can also comprehend it, and it seems that the artistic conception has been comprehended for a long time.

"Hey, it's actually the artistic conception. Yes, you little girl is a bit capable, and she barely lost this little girl's face. Wang Wenguang said.

As soon as he heard this, Qi Lu laughed angrily, his artistic conception could only be regarded as a little capable in Wang Wenguang's eyes, and he was barely embarrassed?

"Alright, alright, alright, I'd like to see how you dead drunkard can take this trick of mine. Qi Lu said, and the spirit sword slashed towards Wang Wenguang with an incomparable aura.

Even if you can block my spirit sword, I see how you can block the power of artistic conception in my sword. Crimson Heart.

Regarding Qilu's artistic conception, Dong Zhen did not open his mouth to stop it.

Hu Yuexian in Li Wuxin's arms looked at Qilu with a little curiosity, is this her artistic conception, I don't know who is more powerful compared to my artistic conception of the wind.

Seeing that the green spirit sword was about to hit Wang Wenguang's Fang Tian Painting Halberd, suddenly, a strange aura surged from Wang Wenguang's body.

Artistic conception!

It's actually an artistic conception!

Wang Wenguang actually understands the artistic conception? Li Wuxin and Qilu couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts, the elders of a small sect can actually comprehend the artistic conception, and it seems that it has taken a long time to comprehend. And that's not the point, the point is that the strange aura on Wang Wenguang's body is exactly the same as the green one.

With a loud bang, the incomparable sharp sword of the green was blocked by Wang Wenguang without any damage.

"You, you, you actually have the artistic conception of gold?" Qilu looked at Wang Wenguang in disbelief.

If Fang Zixuan was here, he would definitely be shocked, because Wang Wenguang was not an immortal artistic conception, but a second artistic conception, a guest elder in the realm of martial arts perfection could actually comprehend two artistic conceptions? Although Fang Zixuan himself had comprehended two artistic conceptions, it did not mean that it was an easy task to comprehend two artistic conceptions in the martial marquis realm. Throughout the ages, how many people in this world can comprehend two artistic conceptions in the realm of Wuhou? It cannot be said that there are none, but they are absolutely rare.

"Hehe, even you little girl can, so why can't I, a dead drunkard who relies on the old and sells the old? Wang Wenguang said.

What kind of nonsense is this? Living for a long time means understanding a lot of things? Then why don't you see the countless martial artists who are more than 700 years old and have perfected the realm of martial artists to comprehend the law? They have lived obviously longer than Qilu. They can't even comprehend the law, let alone the artistic conception.

"Hmph, no wonder you're a dead drunkard with such a big tone, it turns out that you have comprehended the artistic conception of gold by yourself. "Green Road.

"You little girl is not small, it turns out that she has comprehended the artistic conception of gold by herself. Wang Wenguang said.

"Hmph, I want to see if it's your golden artistic conception that is powerful, or my golden artistic conception is powerful. As he spoke, Qilu drew his sword one after another.

The incomparably sharp sword qi suddenly shattered the ground around Wang Wenguang. But the ground within a radius of half a zhang around Wang Wenguang was intact.

The ground can be intact, so Wang Wenguang himself is naturally intact.

After a few moves, Qilu couldn't help but feel anxious when she saw that Wang Wenguang was still unharmed, and at this time she couldn't care so much, and the golden artistic conception on her body suddenly rose.

The spirit sword rushed towards Wang Wenguang with a sharper aura.

Li Wuxin was suddenly shocked, is this Qilu really just a maid? How could such a genius be committed to being a maid? With the strength she is currently showing, even if she is a saint, it is not impossible.

"Hey, two percent of the artistic conception of gold. Yes, I am really qualified to follow this little girl. Wang Wenguang praised slightly.

Li Wuxin looked at Wang Wenguang and was speechless. What kind of words is this? A person who can barely be a saint is only qualified to follow Dong Zhen in his mouth? Could it be that this Dong Zhen is far more powerful than a saint? Before that, Li Wuxin really thought that Dong Zhen was powerful, but he was probably on par with himself, or a little more powerful than himself. But now listening to Wang Wenguang's words, this Dong Zhen seems to be much more powerful than he imagined. At least he can't let a genius like Qilu be willing to be a maid.

"Hmph, I don't believe that you, a dead drunkard, can comprehend the artistic conception of two layers of gold. Green gritted her teeth.

"Haha. Wang Wenguang couldn't help but be happy: "Little girl, why can't I, a dead drunkard, comprehend the artistic conception of two layers of gold?"

As he spoke, an aura equivalent to the artistic conception of Qi Green and Two Pieces of Gold suddenly appeared on Wang Wenguang.

The sword halberd collided, and the sword move with the artistic conception of two percent gold was easily blocked by Wang Wenguang.

How is this possible?

Qilu couldn't help but look at Wang Wenguang with wide eyes, and at the same time, his figure was also stunned. How could this dead drunkard comprehend the artistic conception of two layers of gold? Could it be that the artistic conception has become so easy now?

Li Wuxin also looked at Wang Wenguang deadly, the master of the liar was actually so strong? Is he still a guest elder of a small sect? A person like him is more than enough to go to a certain big sect or even a holy place to become an elite disciple, and maybe he will be cultivated as a future holy son.

Dong Zhen still looked calm, and didn't seem surprised that Wang Wenguang showed a two-layer golden artistic conception.

Hu Yuexian also had a calm face, the villains were so powerful, so it was not surprising that his master, that big villain had such strength.

"What, do you feel weird?" Wang Wenguang did not take the opportunity to fight back against Qilu. If he really wants to defeat Qilu, Wang Wenguang doesn't need to do this at all, he can directly beat Qilu head-on.

"You, you, how could you do that?" Qilu's right hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble a little. She was not afraid of Wang Wenguang, but she really didn't want to believe that Wang Wenguang would have the same strength as herself, and even she felt a faint sense of fear, afraid that Wang Wenguang would not only comprehend the artistic conception of two layers of gold.

"Little girl, it's still the same sentence, if you live for a long time, you will naturally understand more things. Wang Wenguang said.

"You, you dead drunkard. Of course Qilu didn't believe Wang Wenguang's nonsense, she thought that Wang Wenguang was teasing her.

"What's the matter, little girl, are you going to admit defeat?" Wang Wenguang said with a smile.

"Lose your head, I am a two-layer golden artistic conception, and you are also a two-layer golden artistic conception, how could I lose to you, a dead drunkard. Qilu said angrily.

"Haha, little girl, it is also a two-percent golden artistic conception, but it can be used by different people, and the power is also different, don't you know? Or did the little girl not tell you?" Wang Wenguang said with a smile.

"Sue you dead man's head. Qilu suddenly made a move, and with anger, the power of the sword move was actually three points stronger.

"With such a big anger, let me help you dissipate it, and at the same time let you see what is the difference between the artistic conception of gold that is also two layers. As he spoke, the Fang Tian painting halberd in Wang Wenguang's hand swept towards Qilu.