Seeing Wang Chen's expression, the people around the calligraphy and painting association couldn't help but be taken aback.

A middle-aged man in his forties, hurriedly helped Wang Chen up, and asked with concern: "Vice President Wang, are you okay?" ”

Wang Chen calmed down, looked at Yang Lin with some horror, and then understood why Yang Lin asked him if he had a heart attack, if he suddenly saw Yang Lin's painting without any mental preparation, it was really possible to be scared of a heart attack.

"I, I'm fine!" Wang Chen retracted his gaze and said seriously: "The realm of this painting has completely exceeded my imagination, I think I am inferior!" ”

Think you're not as good as yourself?

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces did change slightly, what kind of person is Vice President Wang, to be able to sit as the vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy and Painting Association, it is not enough to rely on relationships alone, you must have enough painting skills, even the world-renowned Baisha master here knows that Wang Chen's painting skills are much higher than them.

Wang Chen's self-confessed painting skills are inferior!

The middle-aged man who was holding Wang Chen couldn't help but walk towards the desk curiously.

Scare!

At first glance, the cousin on the middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, and the whole person subconsciously took a small step back, and a frightened expression also appeared on his face, which was not much better than Wang Chen just now.

Seeing the expression of this middle-aged man, the people around him were also even more curious, in the end, what Yang Lin had drawn, and why it was enough to move the two masters.

Bai Sha and Wu Zhenglin's faces also changed slightly, and a bad feeling arose.

"Let's take a look!" Yang Lin smiled and beckoned to the others.

These people don't care about any image at this time, a painting is enough to move the two masters, then this painting must be very unusual.

Suck!

The moment they saw it, everyone gasped, and for a moment, those who saw this painting only felt a chill jump directly from their spine to the top of their heads, and the hairs on their whole bodies stood upside down.

Yang Lin's painting is just a very simple picture of a tiger descending the mountain!

However, the moment they saw this painting, they also heard a violent and powerful tiger roar, and suddenly it seemed that a real tiger rushed out of the mountain forest, a pair of eyes full of murderous intent, at this time this tiger opened its bloody mouth, they could even smell the strong fishy smell, the tiger down the mountain seemed to tear them apart.

Yes!

In an instant, everyone took a step back in unison, and a frightened expression appeared on their faces at the same time, and they all looked at Yang Lin with palpitations.

It is inconceivable that such a painting was written by a young man under the age of twenty.

Yang Lin's painting does not use any tones, but the simplest use of ink light, thick, dry, wet, and burnt five colors, but these five colors vividly outline a tiger descending from the mountain.

"I'm convinced!" Wang Chen also came back to his senses completely at this time, but there was a little more respect in his eyes when he looked at Yang Lin.

The so-called master is the teacher, and Wang Chen also put down his figure at this time.

Yang Lin's painting skills have indeed surpassed all of them and impressed everyone.

At this time, the whole table has been fenced, and these calligraphy and painting masters, who are usually above the top, seem to be a devout believer, carefully looking at Yang Lin's paintings, studying the ink in every place.

"Wonderful, wonderful, this, how the hell is this done!"

"God, I thought that my painting skills were at the peak, but now I know that I am just sitting in the well and watching the sky!"

Wang Chen looked at the picture of the tiger descending the mountain from afar, although he was prepared, but as soon as he saw the painting, there was a faint sound of tiger roaring in his ears, and after looking at it for a long time, he actually had a feeling of fear in his heart.

At this moment, Wang Chen's heart actually had an inexplicable sense of fear, if he looked at this painting for a long time, would he be scared to death?

At this time, the reporters outside also leaned in curiously, so they exclaimed again.

And then it's all about taking pictures!

Yang Lin's paintings, even a person who doesn't understand art at all, can feel its extraordinary.

And Bai Sha and Wu Zhenglin, the master and apprentice, looked at the tiger descending the mountain in front of them with pale faces.

This is the real art, in comparison, Wu Zhenglin's paintings and Yang Lin's paintings are simply children's mud and skyscrapers want to scream, the two are not the same grade at all.

At this time, Yang Lin was a little tired leaning on a pillar, gasping slightly, and fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

In fact, such a painting also consumes a lot of energy for Yang Lin.

When painting, it is necessary to carefully ponder the momentum of the tiger descending the mountain, and turn his spirit into the spirit of the tiger.

It's good to say that at this time, Yang Lin actually felt that his qi and blood were a little fluctuating, and there was a faint sign of instability, so he couldn't help but gently pinch his temples, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Sure enough, it is true that I can reach the sky in one step by drawing into the road, but it is too difficult for me, and this path is not very suitable for me!" Yang Lin touched the sweat on his forehead again.

"Yang Lin, what's wrong with you?" At this time, Qin Leyan saw Yang Lin breaking out in a cold sweat, and couldn't help but take out a handkerchief with concern and gently wipe it on Yang Lin's forehead.

"Nothing!" Smelling the intoxicating body fragrance, Yang Lin just smiled slightly, and continued to speak: "It's just a little tired!" ”

For a long time, Wang Chen came to Yang Lin's side dejectedly, swallowed his saliva, and said in a suspicious tone: "In the past, I only heard that painting skills are the highest level, painting landscapes can make people feel the momentum of the mountains, listening to the surging river, painting flowers, trees, birds and insects can make people smell the fragrance of flowers, listen to the sound of birds and insects, before, I thought this was just an idealization of painting skills, but now it seems that it is indeed true!" ”

"No, you're wrong!" Yang Lin on the side heard Wang Chen's words, he couldn't help but pout, and said indifferently: "This is not the highest realm, the highest realm of the painter is the finishing touch, and after the finishing touch, it is the real dragon!" ”

"This, this can't be!" If someone else said this, Wang Chen was afraid that he would scoff at it, but it would be another taste when these words came out of Yang Lin's mouth.

Could it be that there really is such a painter in this world?

"You haven't seen it again, how do you know it's impossible?" Yang Lin wiped the sweat on his forehead again, looked at Wang Chen and said, "So, shouldn't you announce who wins and loses this game!" ”

"Master Yang!" Wang Chen coughed lightly and continued to speak: "Do you still need to compare?" This is simply an insult to you! ”

At this time, Wang Chen's tone towards Yang Lin also changed, and he directly called Master Yang, which made Yang Lin more or less uncomfortable.

"Well, I've won!" Yang Lin looked at Wang Chen with a smile. Recommend two books [bookid=2680629,bookname="Dark Journey to the West"][bookid=2652536,bookname="Overlord Sword Venerable"]