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Chapter 153 God’s painting, all parties are coming!

"Asshole! Little bastard! Since you said so, I will grant your wish! So what if it's the Huo De Sect!"

Wang Ai let out a low roar and slammed the ground heavily with the cane in his hand!

Suddenly, an ancient paintbrush popped out from the crutch, and with a big wave of the brush, the ink flew out and turned into a huge black lion, pouncing towards the little fire god.

This is the Wang family's inherited Kung Fu, the method of painting, which is said to have an inseparable relationship with the Shaolin Temple.

Just like the Lu family, the family kung fu that the Lu family practiced before obtaining the Soul-Clearing Technique was called Ruyi Jin!

"Brothers! Blast it!"

The little fire god roared, and bursts of flames appeared around him, his hair flying, and the next second, a huge fireball appeared in his palm.

The rest of the Huode Sect members also rolled out a huge fireball, which instantly filled the sky.

"Gather for me!"

The little fire god roared again, and then his fireball seemed to have a pulling force, gathering all the surrounding fireballs.

The Huode Sect itself only has one method of controlling fire, so it is not a problem for them to come up with some combination skills among each other.

The Little Fire God could tell from the Qi emanating from Wang Ai that this old guy would definitely be difficult to deal with.

So just use the combo skill right away.

"Go to hell!"

The moment the huge fireball took shape, the little fire god threw the fireball directly at Wang Ai.

"Little tricks!"

Wang Ai looked at the huge fireball that was like the sun with disdain, then he thought about it and waved the paintbrush in his hand again.

Then the huge black lion suddenly became even bigger, as if covering the sky and the sun. The black lion caught the fireball with one palm.

Then it was placed on the ground and rolled around, like a lion playing with a ball, which looked particularly harmonious.

But the expressions of Little Vulcan and others were not so good. They used their combined powerful moves, but ended up becoming someone else's toy?

At this moment, the Little Vulcan God finally realized the huge gap in strength.

However, just as the Black Lion was preparing for the next move, the ground shook, and then a huge rat shadow emerged, taking advantage of the Black Lion's unpreparedness and drilling a hole in its body.

At the same time, gusts of black wind whistled and surrounded the black lion, making it unable to move at all.

"Wild Immortal from the Northeast?! Detain the spirit and send the generals!!"

When Wang Ai saw the two attacks, he instantly recognized the source of the attacks, and his face looked as ugly as if he was constipated.

"Wang Ai! You old fool! What are you trying to do with a youngster?"

Guan Shihua's old voice was heard, and then a huge fox claw swept through the air. The fierce claw mark condensed and took shape in the air, slashing towards Wang Ai.

Wang Ai looked confused and doubtful, but he still made a quick move. With a wave of his paintbrush, the mutilated black lion turned into a giant shield, blocking him and the Wang family members.

boom!

There was a loud bang, and three clear claw marks appeared on the black shield, while Wang Ai's face turned slightly pale. It was obvious that it was not a good experience for him to take this blow.

Guan Shihua's strength is obviously superior to Wang Ai's. If it weren't for the restrictions of summoning spirits and generals, Wang Ai would never be able to be so arrogant in front of Guan Shihua.

"The Northeastern Ma family! Guan Shihua! At the request of Master Baozheng! Come and help!"

"Tianxiahui! Feng Zhenghao, invited by Master Baozheng! Come and help!"

There were about a hundred people in both groups, and the people from the Northeastern Ma family and the Tianxiahui came over in a mighty manner!

The leaders of both parties are Feng Zhenghao and Guan Shihua, both of whom are the heads of the families.

Behind them were the children of the Feng family, as well as the descendants of the Deng brothers and Guan Shihua.

"Damn! This Master Bao Zheng is too arrogant. Not only did he ask our young master to bring us out to help despite the opposition of the old master, but he even asked two of the Ten Lords to come to help? What a face! Are they really the same age as us?"

A disciple of the Fire Deity Sect behind the Little Fire God spoke with horror on his face.

"You are surprised by what you have never seen before! Master Baozheng has many abilities! Don't worry, you will definitely not lose out by coming here today!"

The little fire god looked a bit proud at this moment. If you didn't know him, you would think he was Baozheng. He held his chin high, looking like he was going to take you flying.

"Guan Shihua, Feng Zhenghao, it's great! It's great! Because of a little monk! Are you sure you want to go against our Wang family?"

Wang Ai looked at Guan Shihua and Feng Zhenghao with a gloomy expression!

To be precise, his eyes were locked on Feng Zhenghao's face. After all, in his opinion, the Feng family was a subsidiary of their Wang family. This was destined from the moment the Feng family handed over the Soul-Binding and General-Sending Techniques.

The way Feng Zhenghao knelt in front of him was in stark contrast to his current calm expression.

The strong sense of separation made Wang Ai feel very uncomfortable, and he inexplicably felt betrayed.

"Damn it! Where did that little monk get such great abilities?"

Seeing two of the Ten Lords coming to help, the abbot's face became extremely ugly. The change of things was completely beyond his control, or he could not control the overall situation from beginning to end.

"damn it!"

The abbot cursed and quickly took out his cell phone to call Abbot Jie Shan.

"Host! The situation is not good. Baozheng actually invited two families... Shit! No, it's the forces of the three Ten Bosses who came to help! There's nothing we can do! I'm afraid things are going to get worse!"

The abbot looked at Lu Jin's family, who were leading people up the mountain with a somewhat helpless look on their faces, and his expression changed again. He quickly changed his words.

There is no doubt what the relationship between Lu Jin and the old Taoist priest is. If he comes here, he will definitely stand on the side of Lingyin Temple. There is no doubt about it.

Wang Ai could ask Lu Jin for help? Anyone with a brain wouldn't believe it.

In response to Wang Ai's words, Feng Zhenghao remained expressionless and did not say anything. He just took off his glasses and wiped them.

As for Guan Shihua, she looked at Wang Ai as if he was an idiot.

They've already come here, isn't their attitude obvious enough?

"Don't get involved in the matter of Shihua. After this incident, I can assure you that the Wang family will never make things difficult for the Ma family in the Northeast! How about it!"

Wang Ai looked at Guan Shihua and spoke with a complicated expression.

The love of youth is ultimately buried in the heart and is hard to let go.

"Bah! I'm here to fuck you today! Why don't you make things difficult for us? Now we have to make things difficult for your Wang family! Wang Ai, you are as disgusting as ever!"

Guan Shihua made a disdainful sound and looked at Wang Ai as if he was looking at garbage.

"Wang Ai, ah Wang Ai! You are such a jerk!"

Lu Jin's voice rang out, and his voice completely changed Wang Ai's expression.