Although Zhou Zhenzhuo personally feels good, he alone cannot represent all the audience. The audience on the stage, who was tired of listening, would have coaxed him to get out of the same clan if it weren't for the sake of the same clan.

It is no surprise that the 'musical instrument master' sent by the human race was crushed by the original ecological players of the human barbarians.

Looking at the master with his face full of loss, incomprehension and complaints, leaving the audience with a gloomy background, Zhou Zhensheng shook his head helplessly. In his opinion, this guy has definitely lived in his own world for too long and doesn't want to understand other people's feelings. Not to mention self-reflection, what I did not do well. He had no idea that true art was for others to see, and that only what was universally recognized and endured was good art.

The successive defeats of his own side inevitably caused a little irritability in the hearts of the Terran representatives led by him. As the leader of the team, he is not a pure artist, let alone a pure official. He is one of those speculators who chooses to find a new path in order to climb up.

Speaking of which, this person still has some opportunities and some talent. Although he is weaker than others in both aspects, he is also a good person who can see the good and the low. Because there is some pressure in my heart, it is inevitable that there will be a lot of pressure on the next 'singer'. After all, he was the one the most unable to afford to lose in the delegation. You must know that this exchange competition is not only related to whether his official career is smooth or not, but also closely related to his reputation in the art world.

There is a game where the loser plays first, and it is no surprise that the Terran side is the first to appear.

"Ah~ahhh~ My sun! ...”

Zhou was injured in the audience, and after seeing this guy with a different hairstyle on stage, he opened the show in a self-absorbed manner, and his eyes were wide open. Although here he sings the sun and does not indicate that he really wants the day, Zhou Xuanxuan guessed that the representative of the human race wanted to turn him over the day.

Big brother, is this a game? The third game is combined to see if the first two games match. Hello, the previous 'Master of Instruments' played a crisp, melodious, soft piece on the harp, and then you came a majestic song. Do you always want to pick two or the other, or what?

However, compared to the previous instrumental masters, this is a veritable singer. Just because people don't look at the game, just for the sake of the unemotional performance, it is a few floors higher than the goods. Moreover, this guy's skills are quite powerful, if it weren't for the two wins of three games in the vocal competition, it would have been possible for him to pull back a game.

Unlike the Terran leader, the Barbarian leader knows very well. He knew that the guy he sent out was really inferior to others in singing. However, he is not worried about losing this first game. As long as you play normally, I believe that in the comprehensive evaluation, you can still win the third item. After all, this is a comprehensive consideration of whether the song of the first item and the song of the second item are in tune and whether they complement each other.

After whispering encouragement to the young man to be on the stage, the barbarian leader patted him on the shoulder, signaling that after the fat man finished singing, let the Terran audience see their demeanor in the wasteland.

The barbarian guy sang a song like "All Things" that describes the cycle of life and death, although he finished singing this song, but in terms of singing, it is still a few points inferior to the singers sent by the human race. Not surprisingly, the second event in this first vocal competition was the victory of the Terrans.

It's a pity that what awaits the fat man is not the praise of the leader of the Terran delegation, but the eyes of hatred.

When the results of the third comprehensive evaluation were announced, the fat singer, who was slow to react, knew what kind of disaster he had caused with a pale face.

Actually, he is not to blame for this. He is an artist, not an official. He was already nervous in his heart, but after the pressure of the Terran leader, his mind was blank except for singing. At that time, he didn't expect that there would be a third thing, and it was only by singing his best song that he directly sang this result.

"Poor fat man! It's a pity, it's a pity! ”

Hearing Allen's sigh in his ears, Zhou Zhisheng felt very funny. In an instant, Zhou Xuan, who was ridiculing Allen's thoughts, appeared in his mind, and asked teasingly: "Since you think it's a pity, why don't you save him at that time?" I believe that with your life-saving grace to him, you can let him do whatever he wants! ”

"Yes! As long as I save him... Wait, my lord, why are you fooling me again! ”

Turning his head and seeing Zhou Xuan's smiling face, how could Alan not know that he was being tricked by unscrupulous adults again. With such a boss and life-saver, Alan felt that he was also quite desperate.

While the two were communicating and playing in private, the venue entered the second exchange session, and the theme was defined as painting and relief early on.

As a game world set in the background of real Western civilization, the paintings of the human race do not have the slightest shadow of ink paintings of the Celestial Empire, except for oil paintings, which are sketches. To be honest, compared to the ink paintings of the Celestial Empire, Western oil paintings can not be appreciated very much. For no other reason, he always felt that those old oil paintings were very dirty. Maybe it was the problem of pigment at that time, but in short, compared to ink painting, oil painting was very bad.

Moreover, foreign painters seem to be born delusional and persecuted, and most of the pictures are sad. Unlike the ancient Chinese, who painted the chic and wanton nature of the world. This is probably related to the original social status, in ancient China, those who could paint and had the leisure to paint were all social elites. Most of the Western painters became famous after their deaths, and they were forced to work hard during their lifetimes. It was only at the beginning of the Industrial Revolution that the style of Western painters began to change.

This painting session can be said to be unilaterally crushed by the human race. Although the 'painting master' on the field was very frivolous, he finally defeated the barbarians who chose sand painting in a different way.

However, this game saw many problems in Zhou's eyes. At the very least, this way of painting by barbarians is just beginning. Compared with the oil paintings of the human race, it looks very immature. However, with such paintings, there are also signs of threatening the Terran painters, and it has to be said that the Terrans are going downhill in painting.

As for the subsequent competition of sketch realistic paintings, the barbarians directly chose to give up, and frankly let the entourage spread their hands. After revealing their calloused hands, the audience once again had a good impression of the barbarian delegation in their hearts. It is indeed difficult for the barbarians to participate in such a detailed painting competition.

"It's a lot of routines!"

Looking at the Terran delegation on the stage who was sold and was still in silly music, Zhou Zhenshu sighed secretly.

After that, Zhou Zhen's injuries were fixed. He is very much looking forward to the next relief carving and chiseling competition, but he has long heard of the barbarian totem and carving skills.