Sun Haozhi let out a loud shout, and a long sword Heavenly Fu immediately floated up from the drawing paper, sending out a buzzing sword sound in mid-air, and the surging heaven and earth aura converged on his five martial artists.

The long sword heavenly talisman shrouded the sky, and a golden light lit up on the bodies of the five martial artists, and in an instant, a sharp momentum suddenly burst out from the five people.

The Nine-Rank Heavenly Rune Vajra Sword, which can increase the power of the target, is a very powerful Heavenly Rune with a very powerful attack.

Lin Tianyang's mind quickly flashed the effect of the Vajra Sword, and he smiled slightly, Sun Haozhi's choice was the same as his, he wanted to improve the attack power of the five innate martial artists.

After the momentum of the five martial artists on the opposite side skyrocketed, they had already launched an attack at a rapid pace, and Lin Tianyang was not in a hurry, because his Heavenly Rune had also been completed!

"Nine Rank Heavenly Fu, Meteorite Heavenly Formation!"

When the pen fell, a strange boulder engraved with complicated runes rose up in the air, fluttering for a moment, gathering the aura of heaven and earth and turning into five yellow lights, falling into the bodies of the five innate martial artists like meteors, and an indestructible majestic momentum rose again in the field.

"Fight!"

Lin Tianyang shouted, his heart was very excited, this was the first time he had used the heavenly rune drawn by his own hands to fight, although it was a little ugly, but it still made his blood boil!

The ten innate martial artists blessed by the heavenly runes were imposing, fighting together with the momentum of thunder, because it was a martial arts competition, the ten innate martial artists did not use weapons, and fought with their bare hands, but the strength of the tiger and the roaring and raging qi still made the people in the audience feel the pleasure of fist to the flesh, and cheered excitedly.

"Hmph, what those people said is really right, Lin Tianyang is just an empty realm, you look at the heavenly runes he draws, it's a mess!" In the viewing area, Cao Ruohai remembered the evaluation of Lin Tianyang by the people in other art galleries this morning, and said to Ye Qiu with great satisfaction: "With this bit of strength, you also take him too seriously." ”

Ye Qiu was silent, he was very confused, Lin Tianyang was already in the realm of enlightenment, and he was even a master in the first assessment, his painting skills and realm were extraordinary, but why was the level of drawing heavenly runes so bad?

After the other artists saw the heavenly talisman drawn by Lin Tianyang, they were even more complacent.

"Look, I'll just say he's an embroidered pillow and a straw bale!"

"Yesterday, we were all deceived by his realm, his level of drawing the Heavenly Rune is simply rotten, how powerful can this Heavenly Rune be?"

They talked loudly, sneering and mocking, and Lu Huanyu looked at Lin Tianyang, and gradually frowned.

"It seems that it is still too reluctant, the time for Tianyang to cultivate the Heavenly Rune is still too short, he can't do the perfect copying of the Heavenly Rune, and he can't exert the true power of the Heavenly Rune, and his five martial artists have already begun to show their defeat. Lu Huanyu looked at the battle on the field and was worried.

Lin Tianyang also felt the subtle changes on the battlefield, and his brows tightened.

Although the quality of the heavenly runes he drew by himself was not good, his mental power far surpassed that of Sun Haozhi, and he had the bonus of three points of the heaven-given painting skills, the aura of heaven and earth that could be triggered was by no means comparable to Sun Haozhi, and the power of the meteorite Tiancheng should also be far above the Vajra Sword, but in the battlefield at this time, his five warriors were gradually falling below, and it seemed that their strength was overwhelming.

"No, the effectiveness of the meteorite Tiancheng hasn't dissipated yet, they shouldn't have exhausted their true qi so quickly, right, what's wrong?"

Lin Tianyang felt the changes in the aura of heaven and earth in the field, and he was very sure that his heavenly talisman was still working, but why was the situation so unfavorable?

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of the reason, he simply abandoned his distracting thoughts, took out a piece of drawing paper, and prepared to draw the heavenly rune again to change the situation.

"Lin Tianyang, don't waste your strength, you've already lost!" Sun Haozhi on the opposite side saw his movements and laughed loudly: "You've come to this point, look at my eight-rank scroll talisman, the fire becomes a forest!"

Sun Haozhi took out a golden painting scroll sealed with a fire seal from his arms, the painting scroll was plain, but it contained a powerful aura.

"Eight Rank Scroll Talisman!" Lin Tianyang's eyes widened, and his heart jumped suddenly.

The scroll rune is a heavenly rune that has been drawn, and it only needs to be triggered by telekinesis to stimulate the heavenly runes on the scroll to achieve the effect of instantaneously attracting the heavenly runes.

The biggest weakness of the painter is that the speed of drawing the heavenly rune is too slow, and the birth of the scroll rune is to improve the painter's ability to save his life in a critical moment, but the production of the heavenly rune requires a great deal of mental power, and the non-Gathering Spirit Realm painter can not draw, even if it is a Gathering Spirit Realm painter, he can only draw the scroll rune below the eight-grade heavenly rune, which is extremely precious to the scroll rune, just like the eight-grade scroll rune in Sun Haozhi's hand, its price is definitely more than 30,000 taels of silver.

The martial arts competition is forbidden to borrow all the power except for its own strength, but the scroll symbol is not something that can be used if you want to, only the painter's mental power can be used to the extent that it can stimulate the scroll symbol, which is also tacitly regarded as a manifestation of its own strength, and it is not a violation for Sun Haozhi to use the eight-grade scroll symbol, and no one will step forward to stop it.

"In order to defeat me, the Mosong Painting Gallery is actually willing to use the eight-grade scroll talisman?" Lin Tianyang's face became solemn.

Sun Haozhi didn't give him time to react, he tore off the fire mark on the scroll talisman, and his mental power surged out, and a monstrous flame phantom immediately burst out on the painting scroll, and the majestic momentum enveloped the audience.

Although there was a protective shield around the ring, the people in the audience still felt a wave of hot air rushing towards them, and they all took a few steps back, exclaiming continuously.

"Lin Tianyang, you lost!" Sun Haozhi laughed fiercely, shook his hand and threw out the painting scroll.

The scroll stayed in mid-air, and the infinite flames roared out, enveloping the entire ring, and under the control of Sun Haozhi's telekinesis, it turned into a thick pillar of fire and drilled into the underground of the ring.

"Not good!"

Lin Tianyang's face changed drastically, and a palpitating aura surged from under the ring, and an ominous premonition arose.

Almost instantly, the ring shook, and the five pillars of fire suddenly rose to the ground, rushing all the five martial artists of Lin Tianyang into the air, as powerful as the innate martial artists still had no resistance in front of the Eight Rank Heavenly Fu, and there was a pungent smell of burnt smell in the field.

The power of the Eight Rank Heavenly Fu was strong, and the pillar of fire rose into the sky, but in the blink of an eye, it rushed the five martial artists into the sky that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

After a long time, the figures of the five warriors fell from the sky, fell heavily to the ground, and thick smoke rose from all over their bodies, and the smell of burning was scorching, and they couldn't get up for half a day, and they looked like they had no strength to fight again.

Sun Haozhi's mental power consumption was huge, sweat was like rain, but his face was laughing wildly: "Haha, Lin Tianyang, you didn't expect to lose so quickly!"

Lin Tianyang really didn't expect that he would use the scroll talisman, let alone that his five martial artists would be so vulnerable.

The eight-rank heavenly rune is indeed strong, but the innate martial artist is by no means a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others, and the strength of the flesh is enough to resist the eight-rank heavenly rune, not to mention that Sun Haozhi's mental power is insufficient, which is not enough to completely trigger the power of the eight-rank heavenly rune, not to mention that this fire forest is divided into five, and the power of a pillar of fire cannot reach the standard of the eight-rank heavenly rune at all, why did he beat his own martial artist so embarrassed?

Lin Tianyang was puzzled, and looked at the five martial artists who fell to the ground and screamed very seriously, and suddenly, he saw one of them sneaking a glance at the top of the main hall.

He followed this person's gaze, and saw that on the seat in front of the main hall, Zhang Wencheng nodded at this person unconsciously, his eyes were full of joy.

Such a strange scene made Lin Tianyang stunned for a moment, and a thought immediately appeared in his heart: "Could it be ...... Is he Zhang Wencheng's man?"

Lin Tianyang's thoughts were flying, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, Zhang Wencheng's gambling house had been gambling on the Meiyuan Painting Club for many years, how could he not have the ability to control the assessment results, thinking of the help he had provided to other art galleries before, as well as the 40,000 taels of silver that he and Wang Ziyan had bet on his handicap, combined with the strange performance of the five innate martial artists in front of him, Lin Tianyang was already sure that these five people must have received Zhang Wencheng's control!

The eight-grade scroll talisman that suddenly appeared in Sun Haozhi's hand is afraid that it is also Zhang Wencheng's masterpiece!

"Okay, it's really a good trick! No wonder Sun Haozhi is suddenly full of confidence, it turns out that you are all making trouble behind your back!" Lin Tianyang's eyes were cold, and he glared at Zhang Wencheng in front of the hall fiercely: "Do you think this will make me lose?"

"Okay!Haozhi, well done!" Steward Liu of the Mosong Painting Gallery shouted excitedly, although it was very strange for Sun Haozhi to suddenly have an eight-rank scroll talisman in his hand, but at this time he couldn't care so much, as long as he could defeat Lin Tianyang, the rest could not be cared about!

Lu Huanyu and the people of Qingjiang Art Gallery were like ashes, and Lin Tianyang suddenly became a painter in the opening of the mind, which made them very excited, thinking that they could create more brilliance for Qingjiang Art Gallery in the martial arts competition, but they didn't expect that it was only the first game, and he had already been defeated.

Lin Tianwan and the three of them stood in the banquet, looking at Lin Tianyang, who was silent in the ring, and felt even more distressed.

"Haha, Lin Tianyang, you can only use it to see the realm of the middle grade!" Cao Ruohai laughed uncontrollably, the big stone in his heart finally landed, and shouted: "What about winning the first place in two assessments in a row, as soon as you get to the ring, the essence of your waste will be exposed, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and admit defeat and step down!"

Cao Ruohai's voice was loud, and the rest of the people in the gallery could hear it clearly, and they also burst into laughter, and all kinds of cynicism instantly resounded throughout the audience.

Among the 30,000 people, many people were also driven by them, and they laughed at Lin Tianyang repeatedly, just to join in the fun.

Ye Qiu sighed silently, he thought that the martial arts competition would only be a battle between him and Lin Tianyang in the end, but he didn't expect that Lin Tianyang couldn't even win the first competition.

"Tianyang, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, don't worry too much, now quickly admit defeat, don't delay the competition of other candidates. ”

Zhang Wencheng in the main hall got up and spoke, pretending to regret and persuade him, and his heart was already happy.

Last night, he tried his best to finally get the list of martial artists who would be assigned to Lin Tianyang today, and risked the serious consequences of being questioned by the three elders of Meiyuan, and bribed them heavily overnight, just to make them deliberately lose in the ring, so as to prevent Lin Tianyang from advancing.

As long as Lin Tianyang is defeated, then he will not be selected as one of the top ten heroes of Meiyuan, and the Zhang family will not have to pay a huge amount of silver of 1.2 million taels.

In order to be more sure, he also reluctantly gave Sun Haozhi an eight-grade scroll talisman, a two-pronged approach, and vowed not to give up if Lin Tianyang was eliminated from the game!

"Even if you are a painter in the realm of waste achievement, you will still be toyed with by me after all, and your sister will definitely be in my pocket!" Zhang Wencheng was very proud in his heart, and almost wanted to look up to the sky and laugh wildly.

"In the first competition, Sun Haozhi of Mosong Art Museum won!" Mo Qingmei announced the results in a loud voice, very regretful.

Lin Tianyang's previous strong performance made the three of them shine, and they had expectations for him in their hearts, but they didn't expect that his level of drawing heavenly runes was so unsightly, and they were indeed disappointed by this defeat.

"What a genius, this is a piece of rubbish!"

"Bastard, how much money did you lose!"

"Get down!"

The people in the audience suddenly booed, many people originally heard that the first Grand Slam leader in history might appear in this painting meeting, and some people put a heavy bet on Lin Tianyang, but now seeing that he lost the first game, he immediately scolded with hatred.

"Senior, I have something to say. Lin Tianyang bowed slightly and said.

Cao Ruohai sneered: "If you lose, you lose, what else do you have to say, can't the people of Qingjiang Art Museum afford to lose like this?"

Lin Tianyang ignored him, pointed to the five martial artists who fell to the ground, and looked directly at Mo Qingmei seriously: "Senior, I think these five people were bought by someone and deliberately let me lose this competition, I ask to compete again!"

Mo Qingmei was stunned when she heard this, and looked at the five martial artists who fell to the ground.

"Tianyang, you have to make a fool of yourself! I know you are unwilling, but you must not wronged the people in the plum garden, hurry down!" Zhang Wencheng pretended to be angry and accused, even if Lin Tianyang sensed that something was wrong, he couldn't prove it at all.

Martial artists are different from painters, martial arts cultivation emphasizes the self-formation of the world in their own body, and their qi does not leak out, even if they are strong in the Cave Void Realm, they can only roughly sense the true realm of the martial artists, but they cannot feel what their inner world is like.

As long as these five martial artists insisted that they did not deliberately defeat the battle, then the three elders of Meiyuan had no way to prove that they were lying!

"I don't have the ability, I have to blame others if I lose, the people in Qingjiang Art Gallery are really thick-skinned!" Cao Ruohai didn't let go of a chance and ridiculed wantonly.

"If you lose, come down, and dare to ask for another competition, do you think you opened the plum garden?"

"It's really unfair that this kind of virtue can also be promoted to the middle grade of enlightenment!"

The rest of the people in the gallery also began to fall into the ground, and they counted Lin Tianyang one after another, as if they wanted to get back all the faces they lost yesterday.

"Lin Tianyang, we are fighting hard for you, but if you lose, you still have to blame and slander! My brothers have served for the plum garden for many years, how can they ever be bribed?" A warrior stood up on the ground, his face full of grief and indignation, as if he had been greatly wronged: "Today, you are talking such nonsense, you are slandering the personality of my brothers!"

The other warriors also stood up and protested angrily.

The people in the audience also boiled, accusing Lin Tianyang of not being able to afford to lose, and if he lost, he would shift the responsibility to others.

Mo Qingmei's face was solemn, and she seemed to be very embarrassed.

"If this happens, I'm afraid that the plum garden painting will be innocent. Mo Qingzhu quietly spread the word, and no fourth person knew.

Mo Qinghai seconded: "Even if there is something wrong, it should be resolved later." ”

When the two said this, Mo Qingmei immediately made a decision and said in a deep voice: "The first winner, Sun Haozhi of Mosong Painting Gallery!"

"Good!"

A burst of cheers immediately erupted in the field, and Cao Ruohai, the rest of the art gallery and many people applauded one after another, greatly happy.

Lin Tianwan, Wang Ziyan and others were all silent, looking at Lin Tianyang, who looked down on the stage and didn't know what his expression was, his eyes couldn't help but show worry.

Mo Qingmei once again emphasized the outcome of the competition, which made Lin Tianyang's heart gradually sink to the bottom, and a strong unwillingness began to spread.

Even if he saw that martial artist and Zhang Wencheng eyebrows, what could he prove?

Now that he is a loser, who will believe his words to suspect the son of the richest man in Mobei City?

Losers never have a voice!

The faces of Zhang Wencheng, Cao Ruohai, and the rest of the people in the gallery flashed in front of their eyes, and the expressions of wanton laughter and the gloating eyes made his teeth gradually clench, almost crushing his mouthful of teeth!

"Well, since you all want to see me lose, I'm going to show you how to win!"

"I want everyone who looks down on me to see who the hell is the waste!"

"Zhang Wencheng, if you succeed in your treacherous plan today, I, Lin Tianyang, will not be a man!"

Full of unwillingness to brew in the bottom of his heart, it actually evolved into a few traces of anger, Lin Tianyang raised his head and looked at Mo Qingmei, his eyes were like ice: "Senior, I haven't lost yet!"

Sun Haozhi was going around the field to celebrate his victory, and when he heard his icy voice, he sneered: "Your warrior has no strength to fight again, and you are not considered to have lost?"

Mo Qingmei was silent, seeing Lin Tianyang like this, he began to regret whether his previous approach was too hasty.

All the people who cared about him became nervous, thinking that he was overly sad and unwilling to say this.

"Lin Tianyang, don't be stubborn, your martial artists have already been injured like this, do you still plan to deal with Sun Haozhi's five innate martial artists by yourself?" Cao Ruohai looked disdainful, his eyes full of disgust.

"Yes, I haven't fallen yet, I haven't lost yet!" Lin Tianyang slowly turned around and looked at Sun Haozhi and the others: "I'm alone, single out all of you!"

"Crazy...... Lin Tianyang is absolutely insane!"

The audience was shocked!