The two men scolded each other, and they couldn't say who was wrong.

Song Yu was arrogant, but Yuan Hu was not used to him.

Although Tang Le was inclined to Yuan Hu, he didn't want to offend Song Yu too much. She can only say: "Everyone has their own opinion on such a thing as art, and there is no real standard......

Tang Le made it clear that he was relieving Yuan Hu, and Song Yu was not very happy. He turned around and raised his voice and said, "Everyone, I have a painting here, some people say that it is a fraud and garbage, please help me taste it......"

Yuan Hu, Tang Ge, and Tang Le are too dazzling, and they have always been the center of everyone's attention.

The conflict between Song Yu and Yuan Hu is also seen by many people. This sparked everyone's interest even more.

Looking at this kind of thing, no one in ancient and modern China and abroad is exempt from vulgarity. The eyes of the surroundings have been widened and their ears are pricked up, but they are embarrassed to get too close.

Hearing Song Yu's greeting, Hulala gathered a group of people.

Song Yu's female assistant was also sensible, and held up the painting and showed it to everyone around.

Everyone who can stand here is either rich or expensive, and there can be no poor.

These people pay attention to being different, independent and special, and paying attention to style.

If nothing else, the novelty of this painting is commendable.

Besides, Song Yu's background is there. Even if it doesn't like him, it is impossible to demolish him in public at this time.

Everyone expressed their appreciation and admiration.

"A knife breaks through the barrier, and this knife has a zen meaning. Wonderful. ”

"It's really simple and complex, intense and calm. The painting shows all the contradictory imagery. It's amazing......"

"Super avant-garde works, conveying direct imagery and complexity, really have a master's atmosphere!"

Such a painting is simply a classic of the avant-garde, and it is destined to be passed on forever. ”

These people really appreciate this painting, but for the sake of Song Yu's face, the praise is a bit exaggerated.

Most people are like that, they don't have an independent view of themselves. It is especially susceptible to being influenced by other people.

The more people there are, the easier it is to be emotionally resonated by other people.

The most direct example is a concert, when some people sing a song, almost everyone will sing along with it.

If a few people in a large group are the first to express the same opinion loudest, then it will be easy to set the rhythm.

Once the rhythm is activated, everyone will be swept up in the rhythm and will not be able to make autonomous, calm, and rational judgments.

There is no unified standard for such a thing as art.

Like the Mona Lisa, this painting didn't have much fame before. Until it was stolen, which sparked a national discussion.

Then, the Mona Lisa became an immortal masterpiece. After continuous fermentation over time, it has finally become a common cultural treasure of all mankind.

Therefore, even if it is a piece of plaid paper or a bicycle wheel, as long as there are more people who believe it, it is a top-level work of art.

Of course, being able to attract the attention of others and convey ideas is a cultural value in itself.

Under the praise of everyone, some people think that this painting is just grandstanding, and it is not good to say much.

With the support of everyone present, Song Yu was even more proud, and he asked Yuan Hu again: "Pei Xuan, what do you think now?"

Yuan Hu glanced at Song Yu: "My opinion has already been expressed." ”

"Hehehe......"

Song Yu showed a mocking smile: "You mean that we are all stupid?"

"This is the garbage that cheats money, and as for how you understand it, that's your business. ”

Yuan Hu persuaded Song Yu: "If you are not at ease with your intelligence, you can go to the hospital." ”

Song Yu couldn't help it, this guy's mouth was too poisonous, and every word could make his face hurt.

He said disdainfully: "We are all right, only you are wrong, then you can only be wrong!"

Yuan Hu didn't speak, and he didn't even look at Song Yu. His eyes fell on Tang Ge's face, this girl's breath fluctuated, and she actually understood it from the painting.

In fact, this painting was prepared for Tang Ge.

Yuan Hu had already known that Tang Ge was stuck at the top of the master, and he was almost unable to break through.

But this subtle change in divine will cannot be helped by others. is as strong as Tang Shen, and he can't help Tang Ge break through.

If Tang Ge is not in a hurry, if he waits for another two years, the savings are extremely deep, and it will naturally come to fruition.

Most of the legendary powerhouses of wealthy families use this method. Constantly accumulating resources and pushing people to the top.

As long as you have some qualifications, you can always break through to the legendary realm.

is like Song Yu, who is obviously a legendary powerhouse that has been hard stacked. The resources he personally consumed were probably hundreds of times that of normal legendary powerhouses.

It is difficult for a legendary powerhouse who has grown up like this to have strong combat effectiveness.

In comparison, Song Yiming is much stronger than Song Yu.

Yuan Hu copied an idea from his previous life, that is, he felt that the breakthrough imagery of the painting itself could stimulate Tang Ge.

He knows Tang Ge's character very well, although this girl is very strong and independent, she is a bit square and innocent, and lacks flexibility. Compared with Tang Lelai, he has a little less talent and spirituality.

So Tang Le broke through to the legendary realm, but Tang Ge still stood still.

This painting is aimed at Tang Ge's predicament, and Tang Ge's lack of flexibility in character to break the shackles.

Of course, Yuan Hu is also trying. There's no such thing as sword intent or anything like that in this painting.

It is just an image, an expression of a thinking angle that breaks through the limitations.

can look at Tang Ge's appearance, but it is a little worse.

Yuan Hu sighed a little in his heart, Tang Ge looked very energetic, who would have thought that her brain was a piece of wood.

Once you get acquainted, my brother will push you again.

Yuan Hu suddenly stretched out his hand, and Song Yiming, who had been standing quietly and solemnly, became alert, and hurriedly moved backwards while drawing his sword.

Before Song Yiming's hand touched the sword, Yuan Hu had already pulled his sword away.

Just listen to Zheng's clear sword sound, the bright sword light flashed, like a lightning bolt across the sky, abrupt and sharp and deeply imprinted into the eyes of the surrounding people.

Song Yu was chattering at Yuan Hu, and when the sword light flashed, he felt that his soul had been cut off by the sword light.

He stayed there, dumbfounded, unable to say a word.

Everyone else, like Song Yu, was frightened by the soul-destroying sword light, and their brains went blank.

Only legendary powerhouses like Tang Le and Song Yiming were not intimidated by the sword light.

Tang Le also instinctively showed a vigilant posture, but the sword was bright but not fierce, and there was no killing intent. It's just a simple display of the sharpness and sharpness of the sword.

Tang Ge, the true target of this sword light, also had a bright sword mark deeply imprinted in his bright eyes.

Just when he was about to break through, Tang Ge was like a pedestrian who couldn't find his way, and he was turning around.

The sudden flash of sword light, like lightning tearing through the darkness, made her see the direction of progress at once.

The invisible barrier that blocked Tang Ge shattered silently.

She knew that the source seal of the two instruments in the sea was contracted and condensed, and it was further combined with the divine will. The source star, which had been condensed for a long time, was also stimulated together.

The complex and mysterious changes made the source seal complete a breakthrough in an instant, transforming into a faint golden state.

In just a few seconds, Tang Ge has become a legend.

She absorbed the source power of the source, and she had already accumulated enough strength. It's just a little bit away from a legend.

When I saw the paintings, I realized that there was always a trace of them. Yuan Hu's sword was like a guide, allowing Tang Ge to achieve a self-breakthrough.

The obvious and powerful source force aura on Tang Ge's body fluctuated, and the people around him continued to spread outward.

This kind of external source power also shows Tang Ge's legendary powerhouse identity in the most direct way.

Tang Shen stood beside Tang Ge and protected the Dharma for this precious granddaughter.

Although it is unlikely that anyone will dare to cause trouble, it is always necessary to prevent just in case.

Tang Shen is a great grandmaster, and everything in the hall cannot be hidden from him.

What's more, it's two precious granddaughters, and he's been paying attention. Also saw the whole process, including various details.

To be honest, Tang Shen didn't agree with Yuan Hu's taste either. But Song Yu is indeed greasy and boring, and he is an authentic idiot.

Tang Shenzhi felt that this was very good, and the Song family would not be able to hold such a person in charge for a few years.

As for Yuan Hu, except for his artistic taste, he is impeccable in all other aspects.

Especially the last sword, which is really the finishing touch.

As soon as the sword goes down, a legendary powerhouse will be slashed. This favor is very large.

As for the paintings sent by Song Yu, they were completely out of the intention of showing off their novelty, and they had no intention of helping Tang Ge, so there was nothing to say. Tang Shen won't get much affection from him.

What is more interesting is that Yuan Hu did not bring a sword, and suddenly reached out and pulled out Song Yiming's sword.

This is known as the Sword Saint of Slashing, but even the sword was snatched away, and it became a joke.

Although Yuan Hu suddenly made a move, he was five and a half meters away from Song Yiming. Song Yiming drew his sword with his backhand, only thirty centimeters.

At this distance, Song Yiming was a beat slower than Yuan Hu, and it was really useless to say anything.

Before he made a move, although Tang Shen was optimistic about Yuan Hu, he felt that he would be a little stronger than Song Yiming.

But he didn't expect that Yuan Hu was not a few points stronger than Song Yiming, but several times stronger.

Yuan Hu didn't hold the sword, and after he slashed a sword, he returned the sword to the sheath.

Song Yiming also wanted to dodge this time, but he still couldn't dodge.

From Yuan Hu snatching the sword to returning the sword into the sheath, the whole process was less than a fraction of a second.

The vast majority of people didn't notice that Yuan Hu had moved, and they didn't know where the sword light came from. I didn't know that in this short moment, Song Yiming had already knelt twice in a row.

Of course, there were many masters present. Like Chu Yuan, who had been engrossed in observing, he saw this process.

Chu Yuan didn't see the details clearly, but he knew that Yuan Hu snatched Song Yiming's sword hard, and then forced it back.

The horror in his heart was incomparable, this Pei Xuan was already so strong that Song Yiming, who was known as the Sword Saint of Slashing Light, had no power to fight back, and he was simply abused unilaterally.

This huge disparity in strength is so painful and desperate for a warrior.

Even if Chu Yuan is just a spectator watching the excitement, this will make Song Yiming sad.

Sure enough, Song Yiming's face was as red as blood. He trembled with his sword for a few seconds, then suddenly showed a look of determination, turned and left.

actually avoided fighting and retreated directly.

Although the battle lost its meaning, it also proved that Song Yiming lost the courage to draw his sword.

This legendary swordsman who is famous in Tianjing, the sharp sword intent was forcibly broken, and I am afraid that from now on, there will be no possibility of progress.

It was in this brief moment that Pei Xuan lost all the fighting spirit of a legendary swordsman, and his heart was like ashes.

This handsome man has a higher talent in martial arts than his appearance. It's also more terrifying.

Many masters looked at Yuan Hu again, and the previous condescending scrutiny turned into strong awe.

"This man...... It's scary and dangerous!"

(The third update, and ~)

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