All the classmates cast their playful eyes on Zhang Dong's face, looking like they were watching a good show, they knew Teacher Ying Fenfen very well, and knew that now she was really angry and wanted to punish Zhang Dong severely.

Ying Xiangyuan also looked at Zhang Dong angrily, with a kind of anger in his eyes, as if to say, don't listen to my advice, now you ask for more blessings.

Only Zhang Kui was not worried about Zhang Dong at all, and held his chest high, ready to share Zhang Dong's glory.

Zhang Dong's face was a little strange, his two palms were put together, he rubbed them, and said cautiously: "Teacher, this, I also know a little bit of painting skills, and the level of appreciation is a little high, I think your painting is a little bit bad." ”

"What's the point high, the point spread?"

All the students laughed, Ying Fenfen is known as the first painter of the Eagle Clan, that is, in the entire Demon Gate Secret Realm, it is also very famous, any goblin painting master, even the No. 1 painter Kong Caiping in the Demon Gate Secret Realm, does not dare to comment on any of the works created by Ying Fenfen in this way.

Ying Fenfen's face showed a thick anger, and angry flames shot out of her eyes, if Zhang Dong told the truth like Zhang Kui, and commented that her works were good-looking, very good-looking, especially good-looking, she would not be so angry, after all, a person who doesn't know how to appreciate painting skills can only be evaluated like this, but Zhang Dong just said that her painting skills are a little bit poor, and she also boasts that her appreciation level is a little high, this is pure nonsense, or maybe she deliberately belittles her and attracts her attention, so as to leave a deep impression on him in her heart, In the future, he will use his magic skills to pursue her.

"You give me a handstand under that tree now, and stay motionless for three hours." Ying Fenfen scolded coquettishly.

"Teacher, I didn't do anything wrong, why are you punishing me? Is it only a compliment for you? Can't you tell the truth? Zhang Dong said with a look of injustice.

Ying Fenfen's face was suddenly crimson with anger, her breathing was short, and the towering and full abundance was also undulating, so beautiful and attractive that she almost didn't see Zhang Dong's eyes fall.

"You say you know how to draw, so you have a high level of appreciation, then you make a picture, and if it doesn't satisfy me, then you will stand upside down under the tree for six hours." She temporarily doubled the punishment.

"Well, I haven't painted for a long time, and my hands are really a little itchy, but, teacher, after looking at my paintings, don't think otherwise." Zhang Dong looked at Ying Fenfen with concerned eyes and said a little worriedly.

"Something else? What do you mean? "Ying Fenfen is really a little confused.

"It's that you don't have an inferiority complex, and don't fall in love with me regardless of it." Zhang Dong explained.

"It's class, not joking time, you know?" Ying Fenfen was so angry that she was about to vomit blood, she swore that it was the first time she had seen such a student, arrogant, empty-eyed, and did not take the teacher in her eyes at all.

All the classmates also looked at Zhang Dong angrily, eager to rush up and beat him hard, daring to blaspheme their favorite beautiful teacher in their hearts like this.

Zhang Dong didn't feel ashamed at all, took out a large table from his storage bag, placed it on the ground, and took out a roll of paper and placed it on the table.

Zhang Kui had already taken Teacher Ying Fenfen's Four Treasures of the study room to the table, and then stood aside and pressed the drawing paper, looking at Zhang Dong with eager eyes, waiting for him to show his peerless painting skills.

Zhang Dong held the pen in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a peerless Confucian aura on his body, and a deep self-confidence was also revealed, which looked exceptionally handsome and handsome.

He raised his head and looked at the beautiful Xiaohuaguo Mountain with a fascinated gaze, a deep emotion appeared on his face, and then he lowered his head and drawn.

He draws very quickly, he draws the picture on the right with his right hand, and the picture on the left with his left hand, which is really skillful and smooth.

Soon, a realistic mountain of small flowers and fruits jumped on the paper, almost exactly like the one drawn by Ying Fenfen, but there was a big difference between the two.

The mountain peaks drawn by Zhang Dong are majestic, the momentum is fierce, like a giant standing on the top of the sky, standing on the earth, anyone can see that this mountain has a soul, is alive, and seems to be able to fly out of a bird at any time, a tiger and leopard can run out of it.

Ying Fenfen's painting is just a silhouette of Xiaohuaguo Mountain, although it is beautiful, it has no soul, no life, and lacks factors that make people move and excited.

Then Zhang Dong began to paint a portrait the size of a little thumb on the mountain peak, plucked a hair from his head, dipped it in ink, and depicted it carefully, with extra seriousness, extra concentration, and even a mysterious aura poured out of his body, as if he was painting with the rules and principles of heaven and earth, as if he was painting with his own life......

All the classmates and Ying Fenfen watched without blinking, turning into clay wood sculptures, their faces were full of shock, their eyes were full of scorching, they swore that this was the most beautiful picture they had ever seen in their lives, and this was also the most moving time they had ever been appreciative of beauty, and even, they found that their souls seemed to be inhaled into this picture, and they were traveling among the peaks, watching the peaks rise and fall, watching the white clouds fluttering, watching the waterfalls flowing down three thousand feet, listening to the birds, listening to the roars of beasts......

Zhang Dong ignored everyone and continued to work hard to draw the beauty, and it took about two hours for him to finally finish the painting, and then he shot a dazzling essence in his eyes, and lightly clicked twice in the beauty's eyes.

It was these two strokes that this painting underwent earth-shaking changes, and this beauty also underwent earth-shaking changes.

In the eyes of all the students, this beauty turned out to be bigger, and soon became as big as a real person, it turned out to be Teacher Ying Fenfen, wearing a pink dress, her long hair was blown in the air by the wind, standing on the grass on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance with a smile like a flower, and the delicate cherry mouth seemed to be muttering something, everyone couldn't help but prickly pricked up their ears and listened carefully, as if they heard, she was saying: "It's so beautiful!" ”

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, what kind of painting technique is this, it is so magical? Can a portrait not only get bigger, but also convey a voice?

However, Zhang Dong was very dissatisfied and shook his head gloomily.

Since listening to the monitor said that the most bullish painter painted the deeds of Wushuang, since he saw the beauty fan of Princess Piaoxiang, he has a strong interest in painting beauty, and has been carefully studying the painting skills of painting Wushuang, because of the surveillance video, he is very convenient to study.

However, the painting skills of the painting are too superb, he can't even appreciate the essence of it, such as today's painting, if the painting is drawn out, the person who appreciates it can hear the sound of tigers, leopards and birds, and the beauty of the painting can also be rapidly enlarged, like a real person singing and dancing on the top of the mountain, showing all her beauty, and even, you can hear her beautiful singing, as well as her words.

Alas, if you don't comprehend the way of beauty, it is really impossible to reach the realm of painting Wushuang, and in the future, when you have time, you must transplant the memory of painting Wushuang, comprehend the way of beauty, draw a peerless beauty image, and turn the beauty fan into a real treasure.

In his mind, although the beauty fan does not belong to him at the moment, he has already regarded it as his treasure, Princess Piaoxiang provoked him last time, he must catch Princess Piaoxiang and let her be his slave girl, the treasure of the slave girl is the master's, this is natural, isn't it?

Since he was not satisfied with his paintings, Zhang Dong lifted the painting and tore it to pieces.

However, he found that his hands could not move, because Ying Fenfen and Ying Xiang were quick to move, each hugged one of his hands, and shouted angrily: "What are you going to do? What the hell are you going to do? ”