I realized that Tang Xin'er might have another purpose. Although she didn't know what her purpose was, Wang Fang, who didn't want to be a tool, stood up with his drunkenness: "This kind of painting skills cannot be explained clearly in just a few words. I was a little confused and didn't know where to start... It's better to explain it to you in detail when I have time."

Wang Fang was about to leave, and Tang Xiner immediately stood up. She supported Wang Fang who was unstable and said, "Mr. Wang was drinking a little too much today, so I'd better send you back."

Wang Fang pushed away Tang Xin'er's hand and said, "No, I'll ride back by myself. If you have anything, you can tell the fourth prince directly, so don't involve me.

I am the most afraid of trouble.”

After saying that, Wang Fang said goodbye to Ao Xian, then called out the thunder and thunder in the painting of the sky, rode on it, and ran towards the shore on the river.

Tang Xiner was stunned on the spot. She didn't expect that Wang Fang would see her actions. Looking at his back disappearing into the darkness, Tang Xiner felt that she should know this person again.

At this time, Ao Xian also said, "It's late at night, and it's time for Miss Xin'er to go back. I'll go back to my Shuiyun Villa. Today I had a great time drinking with Brother Wang."

Tang Xin'er turned around and looked at Ao Xian. She didn't expect that the dragon son would not keep him.

Who are these two people?

Tang Xin'er, who was a little confused, bowed to Ao Xian and returned to her flower boat.

The two ships separated and gradually left.

Tang Mi changed into men's clothing and returned to the imperial envoy's residence from Jilefang. She learned too much tonight, and there were even greater variables here in Jiangguo than estimated.

After drinking a cup of awakening tea, Tang Mi cheered up and began to write a memorial to Jinghou.

The Scales Clan must be told as soon as possible that the Scales Clans will move to the nearshore city. See if the Empire can put pressure on the Jiang Kingdom to prevent the Scales from building nearshore cities.

Although Tang Mi knew that the empire's orders might be useless, she had no other good idea now.

In addition, Tang Mi focused on describing Wang Fang's deeds.

This time when I saw Wang Fang, Tang Mi felt strange about him.

His conversation, behavior, cultivation, and knowledge were far beyond his age.

Now he is relied on by Ao Xian, the Dragon Scale Clan. If the Scale Clan really concentrates in the near sea, Wang Fang is very likely to become the agent of the Scale Clan on land.

In time, Wang Fang will surely soar into the sky.

Tang Mi believes that if the empire can win over Wang Fang at this time, when Wang Fang grows up, it will definitely become a great helper for the empire.

This time when I came to Jiangguo, Tang Mi also had the task of selecting talents for the empire. Tonight, Wang Fang really left a deep impression on her.

He put the secret song in place and sent it to the imperial capital overnight.

As time approached the early morning, Tang Mi still had no sleepiness. She couldn't help but think about the painting skills Wang Fang said, and the Yunzhonglong drawn using parallax.

It seems that the rumor that Wang Fang is the master of the 14th level painting, and it should be true.

No matter what the price is paid, it is worth it to make Wang Fang loyal to Jinghou.

...

After Wang Fang left Ao Xian's pleasure boat, he did not return to Sanwen Hospital directly. When he approached the river bank, he turned his horse's head and headed eastward to the sea.

Wang Fang was slightly awake when the sea breeze blew, so he recognized the thunder and galloped eastward in the sky. After crossing Luo Island, he ran eastward for countless miles.

It stopped until the land could no longer be seen.

Then Wang Fang unfolded his own painting of the universe, and with a loud dragon roar, a dragon shadow flew out of the scroll and soared into the sky.

At this time, the originally clear night sky was filled with dark clouds in an instant.

Then the strong wind blew, and the rumbling sounds resounding between the world were stacked layer by layer. The dragon roar became louder, overshadowing the thunder and wind...

A storm is approaching.

In the unknown thick clouds, an extremely huge figure swam, driving the dark clouds to form circles of cyclones. Then a ball of dark clouds formed a huge dragon head and stretched out from the clouds. He said to Wang Fang in a muffled voice: "Dragon Soul Qingtian pays homage to the king."

This is the spiritual painting produced by Lingxiyi painting.

The dragon painted by Wang Fang has no shape, so after it is included in the painting scroll, there is no specific dragon body. As the dragon soul, Qingtian is accompanied by the storm dark clouds. It can also be said that this cloud is part of the dragon soul Qingtian.

Before going home, Wang Fang came to the sea first to see the Soul of the Paintings just included.

Now it seems that the dragon soul is full of appearance. The dark clouds are pressing against the top, and there is no problem with thunder and dragon roar.

I just don't know if I can fight.

After all, Wang Fang has painted many Lingxiyi paintings, but not many can be played.

"Qingtian, show me what you can do."

"Yes, Master Wang!"

After saying that, the dragon head scattered and hid into the clouds.

Then several clouds in the clouds rotated rapidly, accompanied by lightning slashing down from the sky, and more than ten tornadoes started to rotate at the same time.

The heavy rain poured down, and the sea water poured back into the sky along the wind column. The rain became heavier, and the sky and sea were connected, causing waves dozens of meters high.

The airspace where Wang Fang rode on the Thunder was not affected by this strange phenomenon in the world. The invisible protective cover protected him in the middle, like an audience outside the scene, watching the storm rage on the sea.

This is the power of the Dragon Soul, and the ocean environment magnifies its abilities exponentially. Even if the power on land is weakened, the lightning and tornado alone have very large over-range lethality.

Strength... should be at level 13.

Wang Fang estimated.

After all, in a painting scroll, the strength of the painting spirit will be one level lower than the main painting spirit. The main painting spirit of the Journey to the West is Wukong. His strength is at the top of the 14th level, and the 13th level is the upper limit of the Dragon Soul Rising Heaven.

However, if Wukong can reach level 15, Wang Fang thinks that Qingtian should still have potential to tap.

"You'll take away the magical powers."

The king gave the order and the storm stopped immediately, only the thick dark clouds still blocked the sky.

The positioning of Dragon Soul Qingtian was gradually taking shape in Wang Fang's heart.

Although Wukong is very strong, he is good at fighting alone. Even if he can sometimes sweep a large piece of cake or divide many clones, he still knocks one by one.

In large-scale wars, Wukong is suitable for fighting generals or attacking tough problems. It may be a bit like hitting mosquitoes when dealing with large numbers of soldiers.

The ability of Dragon Soul Qingtian is obviously strategic.

The clouds are first deployed on the battlefield, and then the power grid is added with a tornado. It is definitely more efficient than Wukong to deal with weak soldiers.

Especially at sea.

What Wang Fang was most worried about was that Luo Island was attacked. A small island was so close to the two sides of Taijiang River. No matter how good the defense was, it was in a passive position. Now... whoever dared to attack Luo Island would start with a storm.
Chapter completed!