Zhang Xuansheng's move touched people's hearts, and some people felt puzzled.

Didn't you say you didn't understand much just now, but now you say that you're here to offer paintings, what does it mean?

Meng Tianxiang also didn't understand what the situation was, and the other party didn't answer her question, but also admitted that she wasn't very good at painting.

Zhan Liantian exchanged glances with Meng Tianxiang, and the two shook their heads invisibly.

Jiang Xunshui looked at Zhang Xuansheng with interest, she had seen the literature of the Xuanyue Fairy before, and at this time, she was even more interested in her handsome brother, wanting to see what the other party wanted to paint.

"Brother Zhang, use my pen."

Shu Tianyang diligently handed over a pen, which was made by the best fairy wolf king, a priceless magic pen, and he only got it through his family relationship.

What the? You say that the wolf demon fairy king sells his hair to make pens for people at a very low price?

That's because you don't know what huge cultivation resources that Immortal King has gathered by relying on this......

Zhang Xuansheng shook his head with a smile, his fingers moved slightly, and a Hongmeng Dao pen appeared in his hand.

"Hiss-it's Hongmeng purple gas again, how wasteful are these brothers and sisters?"

"I heard that Xuanyue Fairy used Hongmeng purple qi as a pen before, and I thought it was a rumor, but now when I see it, what I said is true."

"I'm afraid it's not the same pen, it's just two people using each other."

"Don't be sour, this is obviously condensed with Dao power, and it may not be the appearance of a pen before, which can only show that people carry Hongmeng purple gas, and brothers and sisters are estimated to have it."

"It's really a tyrannical thing, there is such a divine object that does not absorb and refine, but is actually used to make a pen."

"Just the painting with this one has a good value in itself, maybe there will be remnants of Hongmeng purple qi."

“……”

The people in the exhibition hall expressed their shock, and they were very sour at Zhang Xuansheng's behavior of using Hongmeng purple gas as a Taoist pen.

Shu Tianyang also took his pen back in embarrassment, regardless of the preciousness, Hongmeng purple qi made a pen, and the forced style was obviously much higher than his.

Zhang Xuansheng is also a little strange, Hongmeng purple qi is such a thing, because he has a lot of it, so he doesn't think it's precious.

Before he came to the True Spirit Realm, he thought that the Great Realm was everywhere.

Just woke up and saw Lan Wan, the light veil on the other party's body was also made of Hongmeng purple qi, and he thought it was indeed very common.

As everyone knows, Lan Wan's behavior is already a great waste.

However, he is an immortal emperor, and no one can say anything if he talks about a little pomp, and when he reaches that realm, the effect of Hongmeng purple qi on him is indeed not big.

Zhang Xuansheng is a full man who doesn't know that he is hungry, and Hongmeng purple gas is a snack for feeding Qiuqiu, so he can use purple gas as ink, and he doesn't feel anything at will.

But if you want to paint, you still have to have color rules, and you can't have all purple.

He swept his eyes over the ink pool, the colored ink used here is all made of grinding special immortal materials, with the monk's mana and comprehension of the Great Dao, he can make spiritual paintings.

"Why hasn't Zhang Gongzi put pen to paper, has he not thought about what to paint?"

Jiang Xunshui asked, this is not an urging, just pure curiosity, she thinks that since Fairy Xuanyue has that kind of cultivation, then her brother will never be bad, and he is so handsome, he is definitely a good match!

"It's just the first time I've painted so formally, and I'm a little uncomfortable."

Zhang Xuansheng shook his head, where was his first formal painting, it was the first time he painted.

In his previous life, he was in the Foundation, and things like pens were absolutely dangerous items for him, so how could he have nothing to do with drawing and playing?

When everyone heard Zhang Xuansheng's words, they were even more curious about what amazing things this son of the Holy Spirit Kingdom, who is so eye-catching today, would do.

I saw Zhang Xuansheng tap the desktop with his left hand, and the fine rice paper flew up, and was forced to the wall behind by his spiritual power, and stuck tightly.

"Is he going to do it in the form of a mural?"

"Before, he said that he and Xuanyue Fairy scribbled when they were children, so is it customary to paint vertically?"

"This ...... He can't make any graffiti, right? ”

“……”

The people around whispered, some curious and worried, some looking forward to the painting.

Zhang Xuansheng searched in his mind for any good painting themes, but halfway through thinking, he shook his head.

What is there for him to think, he can't draw anyway, he just needs to think about one thing.

He wanted to create a masterpiece that reflected his own style.

Thinking like this, he waved the Hongmeng Dao pen in his right hand casually, and he didn't look at what kind of color was stained in the ink pool, and directly spilled the immortal ink.

During the whole process, he used the Dao Xuan Sutra to combine the unique spiritual power of his chaotic body, and fused the Hongmeng Dao rhyme, and finally added his own understanding of the way of the sword.

"Uhh

A few cracks sounded, and countless ink dots fell on the rice paper pasted on the wall.

Zhang Xuansheng felt that it was okay, so he stopped his hand and put away the Hongmeng Dao pen.

"This ...... What does that mean? ”

"A few flicks of ink and it's over?"

"Could it be that it's really just graffiti?"

“……”

Those who are looking forward to the performance of superb painting skills are obviously a little unacceptable, Shu Tianyang is also talking on the side, thinking about how to remedy it in order to save the face of the "eldest brother".

There are only white, red, and black main colors on the paper, which are mixed together, and it looks like a mess, and it is nothing.

However, at this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Ah, look, the fairy ink is slipping and fainting!"

"Oh my God, things are changing on paper."

"Shhh

"It's unbelievable that there is such a miracle."

"Fart, where is the miracle, it is clear that Xuansheng Gongzi's painting skills are at the peak, and he is superb!"

"I didn't expect that in that short moment, three strokes of the pen could create such a scene."

“……”

Everyone present stared closely at the rice paper on the wall, and the immortal ink on it should slide and fall, blur and open, and freeze frame.

Zhang Xuansheng chose a pair of dark propaganda, that is, the color of the paper is not snow-white and bright, almost yellowish, and has a sense of age.

At this time, the white ink on the paper slipped and faded, as if a drifting snow was slowly falling.

Below is a proud snow cold plum, the red and pink fairy ink is faintly blooming, like a flower gradually blooming.

That straight posture is like a proud sword, and the sharp energy seems to rush out of the paper, making people dare not look at it directly.

In the process of gradually shaping the picture, everyone seems to have discovered a new mystery, that is, the snowflakes falling and the traces of the cold plum, as if faintly telling the avenue.

It is not a circular circle, but it gives people the meaning of roundness, and it is the existence of this roundness that allows this painting to be preserved, otherwise the sharp sword qi may destroy this painting.