His facial features were well-defined, and his face was as sharp as a knife.
His eyes were as sharp as a blade.
The brush in his hand was even more vigorous and powerful.
A majestic mountain and river painting was formed by breathing.
Pa pa-
Behind him, an old man silently applauded.
"Qing Yang, congratulations on breaking through to the ninth level of the minor astral level." The old man was the sacred Lord of sword cliff sect.
The young man with a knife in front of him was the forbidden heaven's favorite, Yu Qingyang, whose name shook the entire Southern Ridge and even the sky moon Ridge!
He didn't even turn his head and continued to paint, his expression indifferent as usual."Everyone below the middle star level is an ant. What's a mere ninth level minor star level?"
hehe, with your ambition, you will definitely be the king of heavenly talents in the sky moon Ridge in the future. Sacred master praised.
