The first game of the great painter's literary fight is a baby and child picture, but unlike the preliminary competition, the scoring criterion for this time is not the affinity of the aura, but the customized body for the soul, similar to resurrection, but not resurrection, mainly to test the understanding of the soul.

In the open-air conference hall of several thousand people, the weather was fine, neither hot nor cold, and the breeze could not blow the paper. Every 100 people share a fertility pool, put your hand into the pool, and a pearl will automatically condense in the palm of your hand to form, which is the embodiment of the soul.

The game lasts for eight hours, and the players allocate their own time, they can use seven hours to study the soul attribute and one hour to paint, or they can use one hour to study the soul attribute and seven hours to paint, but there is one point, during the research period, as long as a trace of soul is damaged, it will be automatically out.

The scene of thousands of great painters studying with pearls is quite spectacular, most of them put the pearls on their foreheads to sense with their consciousness, and some people put the pearls to the light, or talk to themselves and so on.

Compared with others, Sang Sang has a powerful spirit that can be called a cheat, and the soul issued by the Lord of Danxia does not set up a barrier, only a thin layer of spiritual gas film to protect it, and it is easy to sense the fluctuations of the soul inside, remember the attributes of the soul and the characteristics of the fluctuation law, and after confirming that it is correct, put the soul back into the fertility pool, and return to the table to paint.

Everyone looks at her like idiots.

Someone sneered: Children just don't know the height of the sky, is it possible that none of the so many seniors present can sense the soul fluctuations, of course, they are as familiar with the soul as possible, so as not to make a mistake in pairing.

Some people are also worried: the little guy should not think that the soul can stay in the gestation pool and not run, and after putting it back, the soul will return to Danxia Sea, unless the aura fluctuations in the painting are very similar to the soul to attract reincarnation.

Sang Sang ignored other people's opinions, thought for a while, and started to paint.

There is no distinction between male and female genders, but the personality attributes are different, some are congenitally gentle like water, some burst like fire, some are calm, some are impatient, some are sensitive and thoughtful, and some are sloppy and casual...... The soul attribute of choosing Sangsang is gentle as water.

In the painting of Sangsang is a boy, with a bit of Tom's shadow, peach blossom eyes picked at the corners of his eyes, sparkling and smiling, although he is still young, he can already see the future elegance.

By the gestation pool, other big painters are still sensing soul fluctuations, Sangsang's baby picture has been thrown into the water, and Sangsang shares a pregnant pool of players will look at it, watching the color on the painting more and more intense three-dimensional, a little mole appears on the baby's forehead, the color of the small mole is bright red like fire, and the eyes of the ground are shocked.

"Perfect Blood Mole!"

The mole that does not exist in this painting is the sign of the contest work, black is the wrong pairing, red is correct, and the higher the fluctuation in the painting, the more vivid the color.

The child put on his coat and was carried to the testing table by the apprentices of the painting academy who were volunteers, and the child looked left and right at a red mole that was bright and dazzling, making people dizzy.

It must be that the sun is dazzled, and sees dark red as yin red!

It's not just one or two people who think so.

The audience was excited, especially when the test results came out, the child's aura affinity was full, and the audience cheered loudly.

Because the game is over, all the children who are born will auction the right to adopt on the spot, these children have no inheritance bloodline in their bodies, no father and no mother, naturally who is the adoptive whom, the only bad thing is that after the adoption, the Danxia Painting Institute will follow up and check, it is more difficult to raise than the child, and if you are not careful, you will be deprived of the right to adopt, and you will lose both people and money.

Sang Sang withdrew from the arena after the exam, and as soon as she returned to the dormitory, an apprentice volunteer came to inform someone waiting for her in the reception room, Sang Sang thought it was Yan Yanrong, but she didn't expect her consciousness to scan over, but what she saw was an unexpected figure.

"Teacher, why are you here?" Sang Sang walked into the living room: "I'm sorry, I'm late for the first game of Wendou today." ”

The person who came was the old man of Red Leaf City, at this time, the other party was rejuvenated, no longer the image of the elderly, he looked only in his forties, his eyes were clear and bright, but he was in a heavy mood, and his eyes were bloodshot with sadness.

Xing Yubi raised his head when he heard the voice, and when he saw Sang Sang subconsciously looking at the time, his brows furrowed even tighter: "It hasn't been long since the game started, have you taken it seriously?" ”

Sang Sang nodded: "The first custom baby, perfect blood mole." ”

"That's good." Xing Yubi nodded, and the sorrow in his eyes did not dissipate: "Don't relax, try to win a better ranking, as long as you get the first place in the civil and martial arts, you can go to the Holy Palace, no matter how powerful the nobles are, they can't trouble you." ”

Sang Sang frowned and asked, "Teacher, is someone making trouble for you?" Is it the Yun family? ”

Xing Yubi pursed his lips, clenched his fists and said: "Yes, Xiu'er is dead, and the great painters in Wang Cheng who did not participate in the competition are unwilling to resurrect, but Xiu'er is in a special situation, her body aura is dissipating very quickly, and her soul is also injured, I am worried that I will not survive tomorrow, thinking that you have always left early in the competition, so I will come here and wait for it." ”

As soon as Sang Sang sat down, he stood up when he heard this: "Where is Xiu'er, don't say anything else, I have accumulated a lot of resurrection experience recently, and I have not failed so far." ”

Xing Yubi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not good to carry it with you, and leave it in the dark room of Wangcheng's old mansion." ”

Sangsang summoned the snowball, the old man originally came on a riding beast, but the riding beast's footsteps were not as good as the snowball, so he abandoned it to sit on the snowball together to guide the way.

In the rich area to the west of the royal city, an old mansion with a lot of age, the yard had an accident before the master's house was cleaned up, half of it was overgrown with weeds, and the snowball was falling, and the old man was about to jump off with his anger, and Sang Sang grabbed him.

"Wait, I'll clean up the little bugs." Sang Sang raised his voice, and his words were like thunder: "Today's Xingjia is protected by me, and those who know each other will get out by themselves!" ”

A few figures sprang out of the grass, under the eaves, and from the trees, and disappeared into the block in a few flashes.

Xing Yubi's face changed greatly: "It's bad, Xiu'er!" ”

"Don't worry, there is no one in the dark room except Xiu'er." Sang Sang said this, but let go of his hand, and let Xing Yubi jump off the snowball and run into the distance, and at the same time stretched out his hand to press down, and the huge aura palm condensed and formed in the air, and slapped it down violently.

"If you don't know each other, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The insects who were hiding in the shadows and were lucky only then knew that they were afraid, and it was too late to run, and the huge pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down, so that they could not move a step, and could only watch in horror as the giant palm of the aura pressed down.

"Puff ......"

In a few muffled sounds, there were strong aura fluctuations in the remote corner of the old mansion, that is, the insects were directly converted into aura and dispersed into the air after being slapped flat, not even a single strand of hair was left.

The old man entered the dark room and saw that the ice coffin was intact, and then he resumed his breathing, his heart exploded as if it hurt, and the aura around the girl was permeated, and her body was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the stone pen placed beside her lost its former luster, and seemed to shatter into ashes if it was touched.

PS: Please make the first decision, sisters don't forget to vote after reading ~~~ Eight o'clock in the evening of the next shift ~ (To be continued.) )