Yu Xi arched his hand at Qi Yin and said, "I make my own opinion, and I hope my brother will not blame." ”

Seeing that Qi Yin had dispersed the condensed thoughts, he stretched out his hand to take away the white armor left by Yan Yanzhi, turned to Yu Xi and said:

"Where, I just want to teach him a lesson, I don't want to fight, if there is no brother Yu, he will not take the opportunity to retreat. ”

Yu Xi nodded, watching Qi Yin retreat in the direction of Fu Ye, so he said lightly to Wei Shu, who was already impatient: "Boss Wei has been waiting for a long time, so we will win or lose." ”

Wei Shu, who was on the other side, waved his sleeves lightly and snorted coldly.

was disturbed by this hairy boy, and wasted most of his day in vain, and Yuxi seemed to have a chance to win, and he simply didn't take his little painting saint in his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense, the painting method is changeable, how do you want to compare?"

Yu Xi took out a gold pen from the recording array and spread out a scroll of paintings.

This painting shaft spreads out three feet, there are still several zhang are tightly rolled, the two shaft heads are carved from red jade, the jade body is hollowed, and dozens of pieces of sandalwood are inlaid inside, all of which are carved into round hooks and checkered shapes.

Wei Shu looked at it lightly, his face lengthened, and a trace of envy flashed in his old eyes.

He has been immersed in this way for many years, and at a glance, he knows that this shaft head has a great origin, that is, the pale cyan paper that faintly floats with mental power, and it is not an ordinary color xuan, but the legendary "point of mountain porcelain" of an inch of gold.

And the scroll in front of him, cutting a piece of gold that far exceeded the promise of Yu Xi, is a priceless treasure for performing the magic of praise.

The rare laymen who watched, and some strong people who were proficient in painting also saw the extraordinary, all of them showed a greedy and ruthless color, this kind of treasure can not be found, and he is a young man in the rebirth realm naturally became a fortune boy and a fat sheep to be slaughtered in the eyes of everyone.

Yu Xi was unconscious, and joked at Wei Shuqing, who gradually became solemn: "There is nothing particular about painting, it is nothing more than painting shapes, shadows, and gods." My strength only has the Rebirth Realm, so why don't I just compete in the shape of a painting, what do you think?"

Wei Shu was stunned when he heard this, this young man was so loud, he didn't compete with himself in the painting technique, but in the painting technique, he didn't make an appointment to face off with the realm before, but now he took advantage of himself.

He snorted coldly as if disdainful, "Boy, be careful that the wind flashes your tongue." Compete with me in the art of chanting, you really don't know what to do. ”

Yu Xi turned the golden pen, licked the pale wolf, and said casually with the tip of the pen in his mouth: "I'm not a poor scholar who sells paintings for a living, and if I don't compare the praise of divine arts, wouldn't it be an insult to my family." ”

Qi Yin pulled Fu Ye to squat next to the sloppy man who was watching the excitement, this uncle had just put out the second treasure at this time, and he happened to be attracted by Yu Xi and the two of them, so he had nothing to do, so he watched with Qi Yin.

The gambling game was closed, and the crowd of onlookers suddenly increased because of the small turmoil just now, and most of them exited the corridor at this time, and the two of them squatted here with just the right scenery.

"The aroma of the open volume is very good, and it is also a treasure to think of, this kid surnamed Yu should be not small. ”

The sloppy man pointed, but like Qi Yin, he was not good at drawing, so naturally he couldn't see anything peculiar about his painting scroll.

Fu Ye asked on the side, "You all say that he is extremely rich, why do you want to bet on that water qilin?"

Qi Yin scratched his head and thought about it, and said, "Maybe I was angry when I heard the name of the little painting saint, so I found an excuse to challenge him." ”

He paused and said with a smile: "I think this little painting saint is in vain, although the art of chanting gods is related to cultivation, but it is more talented. He relied on himself to be several realms higher than Yuxi, but he may not be able to defeat him easily. ”

Fu Ye sighed, waiting for Qi Yin to analyze the battle situation for him.

At this time, Yuxi squatted in front of the scroll with a golden pen in his mouth and meditated, as if he was conceiving the painting frame.

And a little mountain porcelain in front, Wei Shuqing was reluctant to take his own painting shaft out to offer ugliness, and glanced coldly at Yu Xi in the groaning, and poured ink from the volley, using his fingers as a pen.

Yu Xi raised his eyebrows and sighed lightly, "Finger painting?"

But as long as it involves painting, he has no one in his eyes, and he still disdains, so he continues to look down at the celadon-like moist and smooth porcelain, and gradually has a plan.

Qi Yin looked at the corner of his mouth with a smile on the corner of his handsome and handsome Yuxi, and only felt that he was in his chest, so he put his heart at ease with his five hundred taels of silver.

Looking at Wei Shuqing again, I saw an inky black figure gradually appear in mid-air, his right finger was like flying, and his five fingers and the back of his palm were used together, or pointed, hooked, pushed or pulled, shaping the large piece of ink floating in front of him, but the ink touched by his palm shrouded in blue telekinesis was like ink immersed in paper and solidified in the air.

Qi Yin watched Wei Shuqing splash thick ink from the bowl held in his left hand from time to time, and suddenly his mind moved, and a wave of mental power entered his left eye, which made it carry a trace of soul breath, and then urged his left eye.

There was a glimmer of light in the depths of his left eye, and he only felt that the world in front of him had changed dramatically, and all kinds of mental power in the air were mixed, like various pigments dissolved in water, regardless of each other.

He narrowed his right eye and looked around at the crowd, stunned for a moment.

In his eyes, in addition to the body, the souls in the depths of the Heavenly Court Star Gate appeared in front of him, but they were not very clear, as if they were covered with mist and glowing with ghostly light, but they were very conspicuous in the various mental powers.

Even through the corridor of the road, you can see a little bit of light, light or dark, different colors, but you can't see those masterless minds.

He deliberately glanced at Fu Ye, and the two of them were very close at this time, which allowed him to see more clearly.

I saw that the smoke-like soul on her forehead was disfigureless, only the light kept on, like a bright light.

Qi Yin was a little surprised, this was the first time he had urged his left eye in front of someone.

When Hongyan hid in his eyes, in addition to his eyesight, his eyes were not more special than ordinary people.

The last time he urged his eyes, he saw all the walking spirits, so this scene in front of him was the first time he had seen it.

"This is the talent I got by sensing Taiyin?"

He was overjoyed, and immediately refocused his attention on Wei Shuqing's bowl to verify his thoughts.

He looked beyond the wall of the bowl and the thick ink, and could vaguely see a blue array drawing at the bottom of the bowl, so that the ink also showed a hint of blue in Qi Yin's eyes, as if there was a hazy light floating on the surface of the water.

And Wei Shuqing's palm also had a small array, but occasionally when it was blocked by his figure and clothes, he couldn't see it.

Only then did he realize that he could not only discern his mind and soul, but also that he could not escape the perception of anything with soul breath as far as he could see, even behind the wall, he could see a light or two.

"It's good that it's not a perspective perspective. ”

He let out a light breath, dissipated the mental power in his eyes, and instead looked at Fu Ye, who was waiting for his explanation.

"The little old man who gambled with Yuxi drew a human figure in the air at this time. ”

He groaned, trying to make Fu Ye imagine the picture at this time, "It's not flat like paper, but like you can see and touch." ”

Qi Yin stretched out his hand and put it in Fu Ye's palm, still touched it by her, and said: "Just like this, you can feel the shape and size, just like a real person, but it is black." ”

Fu Ye smiled when he heard this: "My father said that what I see is black, and everything is also black." ”

Qi Yin didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to scratch his head, and was about to change the topic, but he felt a slight fluctuation from the direction of Wei Shuqing, and the ground trembled twice, and then the blue light flashed, and everyone quickly squinted their eyes slightly.

When the light dissipated, Qi Yin happened to see Wei Shuqing's "pinched" figure in front of him take a step forward, the ink on his body gradually faded, and his green shirt and flesh and blood face were no different from real people.

Everyone shouted softly, some in amazement at his superb chanting skills.

The man in the green shirt who had faded from the ink color was impressively Yuxi's appearance.