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Chapter 1213 This broken sword is back!

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    Not long after, the Painter Slave and the Skeleton King came over slowly.

    Mo Fan looked at the painting slave with an unkind expression. After all, the painting slave in front of him was ungrateful and had an arrogant attitude.

    Haier was standing next to Mo Fan, looking at the painting slave with the same unkind expression.

    The painting slave smiled awkwardly, looked at Mo Fan and others, and suddenly said: "Sir, I actually have no ill intentions!"

    He thought for a while, then turned his right hand over and said, "Sir, do you like painting?"

    ¡°I¡¯ll give you a painting!¡±

    After he finished speaking, he turned over his right hand, and suddenly, a picture scroll appeared in his hand.

    This painting is not an ordinary painting, but a magic weapon.

    This is his most powerful magic weapon.

    He directly gave this most powerful magic weapon to Mo Fan, which is enough to show his sincerity.

    Although he knew that the person in front of him looked down upon this magic weapon, it was because of his sincerity.

    After all, the most valuable thing on his body is this magic weapon.

    The scroll slowly opened.

    This is a volcano painting.

    Mo Fan looked at it, and to be honest, the painting was very ordinary. If compared with Mo Fan's painting, it would look ugly.

    "You don't know if you don't compare. Once you compare, you will be shocked. The difference will be obvious."

    However, Mo Fan could also see that the person in front of him was extremely obsessed with painting, otherwise, he wouldn¡¯t be called a painting slave.

    But after all, it was given by the person in front of me, and it can be seen that this person is still very sincere, but I don¡¯t know why the latter¡¯s attitude towards him changed.

    But Mo Fan didn¡¯t think anything of it.

    Just make peace!

    "Sir, my painting is very good!"

    Seeing Mo Fan accept this painting, the painting slave smiled slightly. He has absolute confidence in his painting skills. He is proficient in painting skills and has amazing talents in painting skills.

    This magic weapon was carefully crafted by him!

    Every stroke and every painting of the volcano in the painting was drawn by him after careful consideration!

    Therefore, in his opinion, the fact that the senior in front of him accepted his painting meant that his painting was really good.

    As a senior, he must have looked down on this magic weapon. There is only one possibility for him to accept this painting, and that is that the painting is very good!

    The painting slave thought secretly, being addicted to his own world and unable to extricate himself.

    "This painting of yours is very ordinary."

    Mo Fan looked at the painting slave and said bluntly that he didn't want to say it originally because he was afraid that the other party would be unhappy, but the other party was too conceited.

    He felt he needed to say something.

    "Huh?" The painting slave was stunned and his eyes widened.

    Mo Fan thought for a while and said: "In this way, I will draw an exact one for you, and you will know the difference by comparing it!"

    The voice fell.

    He took out his pen and ink.

    He painted directly in the void.

    Every painting contains three thousand avenues.

    The terrifying Dao Qi emanated from Mo Fan¡¯s body.

    Mo Fan at this moment is undoubtedly the most charming!

    When White Fairy saw this scene, she was stunned. She looked at her junior brother with a horrified expression. At this moment, she realized that she seemed to have never understood his junior brother before.

    She feels that her junior brother is very fascinated.

    ¡°Moreover, my junior brother is very charming.

    Her heart was beating faster involuntarily at this moment.

    What does this feel like?

    This is a heart-pounding feeling!

    "Junior brother" She looked at her junior brother Mo Fan almost infatuatedly.

    But Mo Fan didn¡¯t know anything about it.

    Standing not far away, the Sword Spirit Ancestor, standing tall and graceful, carrying the Xuanyuan Sword on his back, saw the nymphomaniac White Fairy, shook his head, sighed, and murmured in his heart: "Qingqing, our competitor is very strong!"

    In fact, she is not worried about Qingqing's status as the number one housekeeper, she is just worried about herself.

    It seems that the senior has a strong impression of the White Fairy!

    ¡°Moreover, during the recent period, seniors have obviously had less communication with me.

    She still has a lot of roles to play!

    "Hey, senior is getting tired of the old!"

    The Sword Spirit Ancestor thought silently in his heart and sighed.

    Soon, Mo Fan finished drawing the volcano.

    Next to him, the painting slave looked at the volcano picture, his eyes widened, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.With a look of belief, he looked at the painting with great horror.

    His mind was trembling violently at this moment.

    A picture appeared directly in his mind.

    In the picture is a majestic volcano.

    Above the volcano is a red cloud.

    He felt an extremely strong aura, which moved rapidly towards all directions in a mighty and powerful manner.

    "What do you think?" Mo Fan smiled slightly, looked at the painting slave beside him, and asked.

    In fact, seeing the shocked look on the painting slave¡¯s face, he already knew that the painting slave had been shocked by his painting.

    "Sir, my painting is indeed very poor!"

    The painting slave looked at Mo Fan, smiled bitterly, and said slowly.

    "The rhyme of the painting! Your painting has no rhyme!"

    "You still lack a lot of grasp of details!"

    Mo Fan nodded, looked at the painting slave, and said.

    When the painting slave heard this, his heart trembled. Immediately, he looked at Mo Fan with great gratitude and said: "Thank you, sir, for reminding me!"

    At this moment, he had a deeper understanding of painting.

    "You're welcome, you're welcome!"

    Mo Fan looked at the painting slave, chuckled, and said.

    At this moment, on the horizon, suddenly, a stream of light burst towards this side.

    ??Looking carefully, it is a sword.

    "This sword"

    Hua Nu raised his head and looked at the sword that burst out from the void. He felt the sword's intention and his pupils shrank suddenly. He could clearly feel the extraordinary power of this sword. The sword's intention was also extremely amazing.  It seems like the vast ocean is constantly rolling.

    It¡¯s that mortal sword!

    "This broken sword is back!"

    Mo Fan raised his head, looked at the mortal sword in the void, and said speechlessly, not knowing where the broken sword had just gone.

    The third-generation Demon Emperor, who was carrying the Demon Sword on his back, raised his head and looked at the flying mortal sword above, his eyes shining brightly.

    With careful observation, he naturally discovered that the blade of the sword was stained with blood.

    ¡°Obviously, just now, this mortal sword was used to kill people.

    If he thought correctly, this mortal sword should be used to kill the leader of the Phoenix clan.

    "The reason why Fanjian dared to kill the leader of the Phoenix clan must have been under the instruction of his senior.

    Senior is indeed a person who cannot guess what is in his heart.

    The third-generation Demon Emperor looked at his master silently, thinking secretly in his heart.

    Mo Fan stretched out his right hand.

    In the void, Fan Jian returned directly to Mo Fan¡¯s hand.

    When the painting slave saw this scene, his heart trembled, and he felt that this sword was extremely good.

    Is this your senior¡¯s sword?

    It¡¯s really scary!

    And at this moment, in the void, another stream of light came this way.

    "Don't run, don't run!" At the same time, a rather vicissitudes of life figure rang out.

    Everyone looked up and saw, in the void, an old man with gray hair and a white robe coming towards them.

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