The small seal art shocked the audience, and even the attitude of the other dozen or so young people who participated in the competition towards Xiang Yu has changed dramatically.

"I seem to remember, my brother mentioned you, you are Xiang Yu, the master of the Eight Clans who defeated the ghost hand!" Long Yuan looked at Xiang Yu with some shock and sighed: "I didn't expect you to have such superb talent in addition to martial arts!"

Xiang Yu smiled: "Your younger brother should be called Long Kong, right?"

"That's right, it's Long Kong, if he offends you in any way, he's embarrassed, he's a child." Long Yuan said.

"It doesn't matter." Xiang Yu smiled and nodded to Long Yuan.

If people want to make friends, he will naturally not turn them away.

"Brother Xiang Yu is versatile, and the younger brother admires it. I'm the third away from home, away from the fire. Another young man smiled heartily at Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu was stunned, this name is only one word different from Tianyin, what is the connection?

"Leaving the sky is your ......"

"That's a housemate!" Li Tianhuo was a little curious: "Does Brother Xiang Yu know her sister?"

"Oh, she's a big star......" Xiang Yu's expression was a little strange.

"Tianyin likes to sing, and the family is up to her." Li Tianhuo said with a smile, obviously the brother and sister have a good relationship.

This often happens in large families, where the relationship between brother and sister is always good, but the brothers are often separated from each other. In the final analysis, it is still some future resource allocation and interest entanglement.

On the other side, Ye Futu's hand under his sleeve was slightly clenched, and his bones were white.

In those narrow peach blossom eyes, gloom flashed.

"That kid was lucky. What is there to be angry about the prince. How does that guy deserve to be compared to the prince? Liu Qing said beside Ye Futu.

"Prince. Don't be angry, the villain is just ambitious. The other young man also said softly, as if Ye Futu had lost very unjustly.

In Tiandu, Ye Futu's energy was indeed terrifying.

Most of these dozen or so competitors are faintly moving closer to Ye Futu, except for Xiang Yu, who has befriended the two of them from Tianhuo Longyuan, the others are clearly more optimistic about Ye Futu.

In the crowd, there was always someone silently observing Xiang Yu.

He's the Roy Maniac.

He is also one of fifteen contenders, but so far. His results were mediocre. He didn't have too many thoughts in his heart, he knew that he couldn't fight with Ye Futu.

However, when Xiang Yu suddenly emerged, Luo Yifang obviously found that His Royal Highness the Prince, who had always been unpredictable, was in a state of mind.

At the corner of his mouth, there was a wry smile.

Luo Yifang shook his head slightly, sister, you still let me find a way to help him, where does such a demon need my help? It seems that the man you choose can really be as long as Ye Futu......

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Not to mention everyone's different thoughts, the final round of the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting test has finally arrived.

A middle-aged woman walked into the room. He said to everyone: "I am the teacher who tested your painting skills, Li Juan. ”

The waiter quickly set up the easel. A sketchpad sits on a stand.

Li Juan said: "The rules are very simple, brush or gouache, draw what you are best at, and ask it to be completed within 20 minutes." ”

"First of all, Ye Futu will come first, tell me what you want to paint?"

"Tiger." Ye Futu said a word expressionlessly, and there seemed to be an extra coldness in the air, and everyone couldn't help but shiver.

Xiang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ye Futu was really angry, and this game was going to really exert his strength.

Li Juan was a little surprised: "Tiger? …… That, Ye Futu, I want to remind you, the time is only twenty minutes......"

"That's enough." Ye Futu said lightly, directly stepped forward and grabbed the brush that had been prepared next to him, and quickly sketched and sprinkled ink on the white paper.

Soon, the huge skeleton spreads out!

Even Li Juan, a professional painter, opened her mouth slightly, looking at the lifelike posture of the painting with only a shadow outlined. The heart is shocked.

They have fangs and claws, and their sideburns are flying. The word 'king' on the forehead is majestic, and the bones and flesh are stretched to the fullest.

The posture is calm and chic, with a little bit of arrogance and uninhibited flavor. It is like the indulgent landscape of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, and it is like a hermit immortal who lives in seclusion in the fairy mountain to pursue the way of calligraphy and painting.

Anyone who sees it has to praise: what a young man.

Ye Futu's expression became more and more serious, his feelings became more and more passionate, and his pen became faster and faster.

The brush in his hand is like a flying knife, like a fast sword, spotted, and impermeable.

When the two tigers that were biting all the way caught up with the poor antelope, with one bite on the head and the other on the tail, both of them forcefully split it into two and drenched in flesh, the painting reached its climax.

Soon, the two majestic tigers fighting were presented on this snow-white rice paper.

He made the last stroke, as if a boulder had landed on his body. With a long sigh, his whole body went limp.

Draw with your wrists, only fur.

Draw with spirit and spirit, and become everyone.

"Prince, it's really good." Luo Yifang walked over at this moment, looked at the freehand tiger on the stone table and praised it. He was not an expert, but he still felt a shocking sense of violence when he saw the demeanor of the two tigers and the fierce appearance they showed when they grabbed food.

"It's not the first time you've said that." Ye Futu said, then suddenly turned around and stared at Xiang Yu: "What do you think?" ”

"Two tigers are fighting, and the painting is very good." Xiang Yu praised with a smile.

Everyone looked at Xiang Yu.

In this round, is he going to admit defeat? Praise the opponent's painting like this?

"Full marks!" Li Juan said loudly: "Must be full marks!" It's not the first time I've seen someone draw a tiger in so many years, but it's the first time I've seen someone finish a painting of two tigers in 20 minutes! Shocking, it's incredible, this round, I have to give you full marks! Li Juan was very excited.

There's no way, Ye Futu is really perfect this time, and he can't say anything if he doesn't give a full score.

Long Yuan patted Xiang Yu on the shoulder and said, "Ye Futu's painting of a tiger has been auctioned for a full 50 million in high society, this is what he is best at, and it doesn't hurt if he loses." ”

"However, this tiger is really amazing." Litianhuo is full of admiration at this moment.

Not only them, but everyone knows that Ye Futu's round of watch xiàn is simply perfect, this picture of two tigers competing with each other, even the most discerning artists can't say that there are any big shortcomings.

Ye Futu no longer looked at Xiang Yu, but the momentum of arrogance became stronger and stronger.

Xiang Yu smiled.

Of course, he knew that Ye Futu painted tigers, and it was the implication of the two tigers competing with each other. But seriously, when it comes to painting, he is indeed inferior to him.

However, he has his own methods, and this round, he does not intend to admit defeat.

The next few people painted with a little graffiti, and the best one only scored nineteen points, and with Ye Futu Zhuyu in front, they were very embarrassed.

Finally it was Xiang Yu's turn.

Although they knew that most of Xiang Yu would lose in this round, many people still looked at Xiang Yu with curiosity.

Don't know what he'll draw?

Ye Futu also looked at Xiang Yu.

"You just asked me how your painting is, and after thinking about it, I still think there are some shortcomings." Xiang Yu didn't paint first, but said to Ye Futu.

Ye Futu stared at him, squinted slightly, and sneered: "You say." ”

"Artistic conception, your artistic conception is not enough, don't you know that painting needs artistic conception the most? This is the soul of a painting, you just imitate the appearance perfectly, but that's it. Xiang Yu smiled faintly.

"You're wrong, his painting, from form to meaning, is not lacking." Li Juan frowned, a little dissatisfied with Xiang Yu's criticism of Ye Futu.

Ye Futu suddenly laughed: "I'm really afraid that you have no opinion, artistic conception, since you said artistic conception, then can you draw a picture with artistic conception?" ”

"You're so confident, I feel sorry for you if I don't slap you in the face." Xiang Yu's face was cold.

Ye Futu's tone suddenly became incomparable: "Please slap your face!" ”

Compete against each other!

The painting of two tigers fighting each other has not been put away and set aside. The torn antelope in the tiger's mouth is also painted in ink, but there is a feeling of blood, reflecting the proud figures of the two at this moment, and it seems to have a taste that complements each other.

"As you wish!"

Xiang Yu picked up the pen suddenly, but the posture of holding the pen was not formal at all, and even, there was some indecent feeling.

Li Juan's brows furrowed even deeper, and she was a little annoyed in her heart. This person is obviously messing around, and he doesn't even hold the pen in the right posture, and he even keeps drawing the real artistic conception.

Xiang Yu's face was indifferent, the wolf howl was dipped in countless ink, and he waved his big hand, and suddenly sketched a long trace on the paper!

The force penetrates the back of the paper, as if the moat.

(Forget about drawing beauties or something...... cough, people are two tigers fighting~ can't be compared. (To be continued......)