"Can you really draw?"

Although Yuan Xiaofeng said this, some people did not dare to act for the sake of face.

See this.

Yuan Xiaofeng couldn't help but be a little moved.

These people are a little too awe-inspiring for me.

Just ask you to paint, you can paint, and I can't do without a piece of meat if I paint me.

It's not a good thing to be in awe.

Looks like they need to be encouraged.

Taking a deep breath of slightly warm air, Yuan Xiaofeng's heart expanded with emotion, and he pressed his throat, and his eyebrows, like distant mountains, trembled gently.

"Monks and immortals are walking the thorny road of seizing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and all things in the world are used by me, perhaps, among them, many of them were born in the family of the rich princes, enjoying better conditions and resources than others.

But among this group of people, there are more ordinary people, ordinary people like us. Ordinary people cultivate, without the guidance of their predecessors, and without the abundant elixir spirit stones to rely on, so if they want to walk out of a bright and smooth path and make a name for themselves, they must work hard to create conditions that they do not have!

Today, since there is such a good opportunity to obtain spirit stone resources, and it is easy to get it just by painting my portrait, then why does Yuan stop you?

Yuan is not talented, as a fellow disciple, because of the humble cultivation, can not bring you any substantial benefits, today, this painting, you brothers let go of their hands and go to paint, it can be regarded as a gift I give to everyone.

Yuan doesn't ask for anything else, only for any of you, if anyone benefits from this painting, and when someone who also needs help faces difficulties in the future, you can also lend a helping hand and let him feel the warmth of life......"

Rumble!

The crowd is boiling again!

A pair of eyeballs that were originally full of interests suddenly appeared with a trace of shame and enlightenment.

Listen up!

This is what the peerless Tianjiao should say!

This is the demeanor and spirit of the real Tianjiao!

No wonder his group of people has always been able to stay in Kutuo Peak and be nameless, it turns out that this is the gap between Tianjiao and ordinary people!

It turned out that everyone just heard rumors about how outstanding Yuan Xiaofeng was, how amazing he was, and in their impressions, this person was nothing more than being too handsome and cultivating to defy the sky.

But when I saw it today, I realized what it means to be a leopard in a tube, and my cognition is one-sided.

With this selfless dedication and the precious quality of not asking for anything in return, Yuan Xiaofeng does not have that bullshit cultivation and appearance, and in his life, he must be radiant and admired by thousands of people!

There was no impassioned speech, and there was no example of sensational tear-jerking, in this short period of time, even Yuan Xiaofeng himself didn't know that the one or two thousand people present had a good impression of him in private.

Senior Brother Yuan is really affinity!

People who didn't dare to draw are now full of confidence.

The person who was ready to paint to make money was filled with a faint touch in his heart.

"Senior Brother Yuan, thank you, I will keep your words in my heart......"

"Senior Brother Yuan, I promise you......"

Looking at the faces that sincerely accepted his kindness, Yuan Xiaofeng was no longer verbose, waved his big hand, and simply showed a warm and happy smile that was rarely seen on weekdays.

"Okay, you don't have to hesitate any longer, you can start drawing.

This is a fixed stone, an object that Master gave me to temporarily store a momentary image, but the energy of this object is limited, and the storage time is too short, at most it is a stick of incense time, if you want to paint, please hurry up......"

A yellow-brown irregular triangular stone emitting a ghostly light was grasped by him in his hand, and he began to pose a shape at random, with a loud sound, a cloud of green mist flashed on the sharp corner of the stone, and then, an incomparably clear and real image began to be born, as if projected out of thin air!

Sure enough, it is exactly the same posture as Yuan Xiaofeng just made!

Be reminded of this.

Soon after speaking, the senior brother who was already holding the ink pen and rice paper in his hand smiled at Yuan Xiaofeng gratefully, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, summoned a smooth wooden plate from the storage bag, put it on his knees, and began to create.

I saw someone take the lead.

Next.

This bustling crowd is no longer psychologically embarrassed, and they are embarrassed to paint for Yuan Xiaofeng.

Those who have a talent for painting immediately look for paper and pens from the storage bag, and those who do not have a talent for painting also start to depict stuffy heads in line with the principle of not letting go of graffiti.

Whew!

Neatly crossed knees and legs!

The same sound of duster paper staining ink!

Look at this scene.

Yuan Xiaofeng could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Flickering back and forth, finally someone dares to draw!

Well, as long as you dare to draw, you won't worry about annoying them, and you will be an obstacle to your promotion to a disciple of the inner door!

"Well, you are very serious about painting, for a while, when you create, you must respect the facts, and you must not exaggerate or distort Yuan's image, if it violates the facts, I will be very angry......"

Spit out a sentence to everyone with a little playfulness, Yuan Xiaofeng simply chose to take out a futon from the storage bag and sit on the steps, at the same time, out of nowhere, he got a small stove with a faded copper skin and inserted a red sandalwood in it to time.

With his hands clasped around his chest, he looked at the blood-red sky in the distance that was hung by the setting sun and the tired birds.

A stick of incense time.

It's long to say.

But when these immortal cultivators really painted, time seemed to have shrunk by more than half.

Not much.

One by one, cold sweat hung on their faces due to anxiety and restlessness.

Among the more than 1,000 people, only a few thirty or fifty people held the ink pen firmly and wantonly dyed it on the white rice paper.

Look out of sight.

Yes, that's good.

Someone has finished contouring the upper body and is starting to fill in the eyebrows, eyes, and the slightly sassy hairstyle.

A slightly cunning divine light appeared in Yuan Xiaofeng's eyes.

A section of burned incense sticks smoked and fell silently.

There is only less than 100 breaths left in the reserved time for painting.

Looking at the sky where twilight was about to fall, Yuan Xiaofeng no longer sat still, but got up and began to walk towards the brothers who had the best paintings.

Whew......

Stepping on cloth boots, he shuttled through the area of painters who had already planned it.

One by one, it fell on the paper, and the picture scroll of his handsome face was brought into view.

"Whew...... Finally finished. ”

The monk who started to draw was the first to finish it.

Seeing Yuan Xiaofeng walking around him, he had the intention to show off his skills, so he deliberately snorted softly, and then lifted the drawing paper. At this time, the sky was a little dark, and in order to let Yuan Xiaofeng see clearly, he deliberately held the moonstone issued by the sect every month for night lighting in the palm of his hand.

"Senior Brother Yuan, I don't know, how is Qian's painting done? In the shallow brushwork, Senior Brother Yuan is too out of the ordinary, it is a blessing to be able to paint one percent of the grace, and there is something that is not enough, please forgive ......"

Heard that someone had finished drawing.

Those who had poor painting skills and had already retreated in their hearts hurriedly handed over their eyes.

This swept away.

A graceful and suave young man who looks like Yuan Xiaofeng is silently presented on the paper.

Immediately, they knew that their paintings were simply rotten, and it would definitely be useless to earn spirit stones to spend.

The sound of clumps of waste paper thrown on the ground is endless.

"It's so handsome! Well drawn! ”

"This benevolent brother is superbly painted, the characters painted are lifelike, look at this temperament, look at this look, look at this dress, look at this ornament, it is even more senior brother than Yuan Senior Brother Yuan......"

It wasn't until he praised this miraculous painting skill that he focused his attention on Yuan Xiaofeng.

The painting brother who claimed to be Qian was praised by everyone in front of the first day of the sect at this time, and his mood was not too good. Because of the brain picture, even he had imagined what Yuan Xiaofeng would say to him next.

"Brother Tian, your painting is really exquisite......

But when everyone was waiting, not knowing what kind of beautiful words Yuan Xiaofeng would use to praise this person, they saw Yuan Xiaofeng's Adam's apple squirm gently, and at the same time, the waterfall-like ink hair waved a faint shaking head arc at this twilight.

"Alas...... Brother Qian, this painting doesn't look like me...... I'm sorry, but I can't let you take it to Senior Sister Lingyun to exchange for spirit stones......"

"For ...... Why......"

Qian's jaw was about to fall off.

The mouth is even trembling!

In the interweaving of surprised eyes and shocked looks, only to hear Yuan Xiaofeng's mouth, he gently spit out a few words.

"You painted me so handsome, Yuan can't afford it......"

As soon as I heard this.

People have a great feeling of being scorched by thunder!

Depend on! It's the first time I've lived so big, and it's the first time I've heard someone say that someone else thinks they're too handsome.

Senior Brother Yuan, you're going to do something!