"There is a possibility. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Sun Wukong nodded, if the little king was drawn too strangely, maybe those ministers would have a seizure on the spot.

"It's okay...... Generally speaking, it's just some stickman. Tang Sanzang shook his head and said secretly in his heart, with his understanding of Sha Wanjing, this possibility should be the highest.

On the other side, Xiu Li and Lu Tianyu also glanced at each other, and said, "Sister Xiu Li, you say...... Fei Yu won't make us ugly. ”

"Can it be uglier than last time?" Xiu Li frowned, shook her head slightly, and said: "But there are so many people in this hall, and there is only one stick of incense in time, she shouldn't have time to draw everyone, so we should be even uglier." ”

"......" Lu Tianyu looked at Xiu Li in a slight daze, and for the first time found that Sister Xiu Li, who is usually a little serious, is also very talented in telling jokes, but her words are still very reasonable, there is no ugliest, only ugliest.

Under the attention of everyone, the time of a stick of incense passed quickly, and with the voice of the little king, "It's time!" The two also stopped writing one after another, and Yang Feiyu finally wrote two strokes on the paper, as if he had written something.

Sha Wanjing put the pen aside in her hand, looked at the drawing paper in front of her, and nodded with satisfaction, full of confidence.

And the other half of Yang Feiyu also had a similar expression, and even raised her eyebrows at Sha Wanjing a little defiantly.

Everyone's interest was also raised, Tang Sanzang and they didn't have much expectation for Sha Wanjing's masterpiece, but they were quite curious about what Yang Feiyu painted, no matter how they thought about it, it wouldn't be worse than Sha Wanjing's.

Xiu Li and Lu Tianyu also had similar ideas, their eyes looked at Sha Wanjing over Yang Feiyu, this girl looked at Wen Wen quietly, first of all, the pen is also in everyone's style, and painting is definitely not comparable to Yang Feiyu.

"Bring it up and show it to me. The little king's face was also full of curiosity, and he commanded.

The four little eunuchs walked forward quickly, and one of them walked forward with the paintings on the table.

The moment they saw the painting on the table, the expressions on the faces of the little eunuchs were stunned, but on this occasion, no one dared to show too much exaggeration, and the guilt of losing their heads.

However, as the painting paper was lifted, the paintings that everyone had been waiting for for a long time finally fell into everyone's sight, but the words of praise and countless words of praise that had been repeatedly linked many times in their hearts were swallowed back after seeing the paintings of Sha Wanjing and Yang Feiyu.

The two paintings, Sha Wanjing's one are all made of a circle and a cross horizontally and vertically, plus a figure of eight, at a glance, densely packed, there are hundreds, and according to the arrangement, all the people present are drawn, but it is just ...... I'm afraid that except for the stickman who sat alone on a small stool at the front, who could tell which one he was, he couldn't tell which one he was.

And Yang Feiyu's painting, which everyone is looking forward to, is no worse than Sha Wanjing's, the whole picture is extremely abstract waves, a few waves represent the ministers who have just sorted out their clothes and are full of expectations, at least you can find a little sense of presence in Sha Wanjing, and Yang Feiyu has directly become the background.

However, in addition to the wavy line, Yang Feiyu also drew Tang Sanzang and their master and apprentice, of course, this point was thought of with Sha Wanjing, and drew a bald head with a simple line, and by the way, he annotated the 'monk' on the side, and the others drew two pigtails on their heads, indicating that they were girls, and they needed to mention one point - the braids were also remarked, otherwise at a glance, they would think it was a collective appearance of the Teletubbies.

Then the two national teachers and the little king sitting on a small stool also added annotations respectively, because the number of stickmen painted is less than the number of Sha Wanjing, so the single stickman looks a little better than Yang Feiyu's.

The room suddenly fell into extreme silence, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly, and everyone looked at the two paintings with each other, and the atmosphere was very embarrassing.

Remarks...... Acclaim. Tang Sanzang looked at Yang Feiyu's painting and was stunned for a while before nodding slightly.

"Yo, Wan Jing is a chess opponent, so if it looks like this, this duel is suddenly in suspense. Zhu Tianpeng also nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, full of smiles.

"I didn't expect that the painter of the national teacher to be so magical......" Luo Xi nodded, a little wanted to laugh, and held back.

"Hey, in that case, Feiyu seems to have a chance. Xiu Li looked at Sha Wanjing's painting, and was also a little surprised, originally thought that this was a duel without the slightest suspense, but after seeing the paintings taken out by both sides...... The situation was reversed all at once.

"The girl...... It's really a fan-like confidence. Lu Tianyu also looked at Sha Wanjing with some tears and laughter, just saw Sha Wanjing volunteer to come out, and she took the initiative to paint, but now the things she painted are like children scribbling casually, which is really beyond her expectations.

In the eerie silence, the four little eunuchs also brought the two paintings to the little king, stood side by side, and showed the two paintings to the little king.

"Master, the third senior sister should win, right?" Ao Xiaobai looked up at Tang Sanzang and asked.

"Maybe, maybe, I can't win. Tang Sanzang thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head slightly, if the two are comparable in painting style, then Yang Feiyu at least drew some key points, and Sha Wanjing ...... It's a bit like a game of counting heads, that is, more than a hundred stickmen are drawn.

Everyone quietly looked at the little king on the dragon chair, and the final result of this competition was still determined by him, so to speak, it was completely determined by his preferences.

Of course, this rule was just nodded by Tang Sanzang himself, and relatively speaking, now the things drawn out by the two are not up or down, anyway, the little king's subjective opinion which one is better, is not too unfair.

The little king put his hands behind his back, looked left and right like a little adult, and finally stood in front of Yang Feiyu's painting, nodded and said: "I think Yang Guoshi's painting is better, so this one is Yang Guoshi's victory." ”

The ministers were suddenly overjoyed when they heard this, although they really didn't want to evaluate the so-called painting, but the final result still made everyone quite excited, the first game was won by the national teacher, and the next two games were still the national teacher and they came out of the project, it seems that the results of today's three-game competition are self-evident.