"Huh?" Watching Han Feng draw the sword, Ling Yueshu raised his eyebrows.

"He can actually draw sword intent?" Ling Yueshu was surprised by this in his heart, although there was only a trace of it, but after all, his cultivation was high enough to be able to feel it.

He didn't speak, but watched silently.

Han Feng drew the sword very slowly, but the lines of the vitality were very straight. When the whole sword was drawn, Lingyue Shu was stunned again.

The appearance of the sword is delicate, the blade is slightly narrower, and the tip of the sword seems to be relatively blunt.

But this is no longer the sword in Jiangyun's hand, to be exact, not exactly, only the appearance is roughly similar, but Lingyueshu feels that it seems that Jiangyun dances with the sword in this painting, which seems to be more charming.

After dancing a song, Jiangyun bent slightly, bowed towards Lingyue Shu, and then walked in their direction. To be precise, it was towards Han Feng.

Han Feng painted her just now, how could Jiang Yun not see it.

Ling Yueshu stretched out his hand, wanting to destroy Han Feng's painting again, but when he saw the sword in the hand of the deformed woman in the painting, he hesitated again.

With this hesitation, Jiang Yun had already come to Han Feng's face, and his eyes looked at the painting on his paper.

When Jiang Yun raised his head again, Han Feng said that he couldn't interpret that expression. But he felt a killing intent, which made his back flutter.

"Haha, haha, Sister Jiangyun, don't care, my brother has just learned to draw at the beginning of the road, and it's normal to be bad at drawing. Lingyueshu hurriedly played a round, and then took out a bag of yuan stones and stuffed them into Jiangyun's hand: "Please sister, don't blame." ”

After receiving the Yuan Shi, Jiang Yun's face improved a little, and her eyes couldn't help but glance at Han Feng's painting again, to be exact, at the sword in the painting.

Sword intent or something, with her cultivation rookie strength, she naturally can't feel it, she just feels that the sword is very good-looking, although it looks quite similar to the sword in his sword box, but the sword in Han Feng's painting looks like it makes her more comfortable.

"Why don't you find a refiner to build another one for me?" thought to Jiang Yun. Anyway, it's just a sword for performance, not for fighting, just use the most ordinary materials to build, and decorate it with something flashy, it should feel a little better than the one in her sword box.

"Han Gongzi, can you give this painting to my sister?" Jiang Yun gave Han Feng a wink.

Han Feng shuddered, the woman was still looking at him with seemingly murderous eyes before, and now she gave him a flattering look......

Women in this kind of place are really fickle. Han Feng couldn't help but sigh.

"Sister Jiangyun, if you like it, I'll give it to you. Han Feng said with a smile.

"Hehe, Sister Jiangyun, you go down first. ”

Yunyun put away the scroll and retreated.

Ling Yueshu began to talk and laugh with Yun Sheng pushing the glass, while Han Feng was mechanically raising the wine glass, occasionally saying a few words.

The sword intent that outsiders could see, how could Han Feng, as a painter, not feel it, most of his mind at this moment was the sword he had drawn.

The brushwork that depicted the shape of the sword was given to her by Lingyueshu, but the method of drawing that artistic conception was indeed realized by him after reading the booklet given to him by Shang Rongruo.

I have to say that the combined methods of these two people are indeed very helpful to Han Feng.

Seeing that Han Feng had no intention of having fun, Lingyue Shu also knew Han Feng's character, and after taking out some yuan stones, the two of them went out of the Desire Immortal Building.

"Brother Han, do you have any understanding?" Back at the Ling family, Ling Yueshu immediately asked.

"Yes. Han Feng nodded, "Senior Ling, I'm afraid I'll have to close a small pass." ”

"Simple, I'll ask someone to prepare a quiet room for you, put some food at the door every day, do you need anything else?"

"Blank scrolls, lots of blank scrolls. Han Feng said.

"Understood. ”

Han Feng retreated, but it was not the subordinate who delivered food every day, but Han Xiaohuan.

"Brother Han hasn't been out of the customs yet?"

"The husband hasn't come out yet. ”

"Oh, Mrs. Han, you deliver food every day, have you noticed what Brother Han is drawing?" Ling Yueshu asked curiously.

"Painting guns, the same gun, no, all kinds of guns, not ......" Han Xiaohuan couldn't say clearly.

"I understand. Ling Yueshu interrupted Han Xiaohuan's words, and he remembered the sword in the painting that was very similar to the sword in Jiang Yun's hand.

"Different marksmanship requires different guns, this is a detail that few people notice, but I didn't expect Brother Han to notice this. Ling Yueshu nodded and said: "Before the swordsmanship or sword technique has not reached a certain realm, what kind of weapon is used is indeed very important, and even to that realm, it may be even more important." ”

"Senior Ling, what do you mean?" Han Xiaohuan was a little puzzled.

"Hehe, in short, Brother Han has gained a lot from this retreat. Ling Yueshu said, "I'm here to tell you that the day after tomorrow is the day when the National Academy opens, and it's time to invite Brother Han out of the customs." ”

"Is school about to start?" Han Xiaohuan was stunned, he didn't expect Han Feng to close for so long.

It was time to deliver food again, Han Xiaohuan walked into Han Feng's retreat room with lunch, there was no one in the room, only a small dragon horned tiger. The little dragon horned tiger snorted, a light door opened, and Han Xiaohuan walked in.

Han Feng has always been in retreat in the Dragon Space.

When Han Xiaohuan saw Han Feng, Han Feng was staring at a painting in a daze.

"Husband. ”

"Xiaohuan, let's put the rice first. Han Feng turned his head to look at Han Xiaohuan, then turned his head back and continued to stare at the painting.

The picture is a gun, a very ordinary gun.

"How can this be?" Han Feng looked at the shot in the painting, and his heart was very depressed.

During these days of retreat, he did three main things.

First, it took a lot of dragon points to let the Mulong system empower a variety of basic marksmanship into Han Feng's mind and body memory, there are those from the Tianhai Kingdom, there are six major factions, and some are created by the Emperor of the People himself, because it is a basic marksmanship, so the empowerment is also very simple, the cost is not high, but the amount is very large.

Second, with the dark keel gun as the prototype, a variety of spear patterns are drawn with various basic marksmanship to express different artistic conceptions. For example, Long Dan's seventy-two guns are domineering, Luo's seventy-two guns are good at assault, and the basic marksmanship of the Nine Layers Heaven has one hundred and eight moves, which is characterized by regularity and so on......

Thirdly, integrate these pictured guns, concentrate all the advantages, remove unnecessary places, and draw a comprehensive gun.

But after Han Feng drew the gun he wanted, he found that he ...... This gun also looks too ordinary!

"I think it's good. "The wind is floating in the air, and he is also staring at the gun in the painting.

Teenagers, don't raise dragons