"Go farther, that guy is too sensitive!"

Lu Shuangyang pulled Qin Yunfei away from the Sword Altar Master quickly, although he was not discovered by the Sword Altar Master this time, he could not ensure that he would not be discovered next time.

"Just leave him alone?" Qin Yunfei asked.

Lu Shuangyang said: "Don't worry about him for now, because there are still some thieves around here......"

Lu Shuangyang once again felt the Xuan Qi fluctuations of the five familiar heavenly thieves, and they were also hidden in this sea of people. But Lu Shuangyang can be sure that there must be more than so few people sent by the heavenly thieves this time, but Lu Shuangyang has never seen others.

"Let's wait and see what happens, after all, now that the conference is underway, these guys don't dare to act rashly. ”

Since Lu Shuangyang said so, Qin Yunfei naturally had no opinion.

......

On the judges' seat, Huazhu glanced around, but he didn't pay attention to the contestants on the stage, but the audience under the stage, because Huazhu also knew that the thieves would definitely be hidden in the audience.

"Found it!"

Soon, Huazhu found the figure he was looking for in the audience...... Although Huazhu has not seen the master of the sword altar before, but Huazhu is sent by the official anyway, and there is naturally no problem in mobilizing the official intelligence network...... At this time, the person Huazhu saw was exactly the same as the person in the portrait.

The master of the knife altar also noticed that the painting bamboo on the judges' seat was looking at him, and he also looked at the painting bamboo, revealing a sneer.

The master of the knife altar is not stupid, it is clear that the painting immortal competition has always been officially funded and supported, and no one has been deliberately asked to be a judge, but this time the painting bamboo prince suddenly came, and he didn't have to think about it to know that he must have come to investigate their heavenly thief.

But what if the official sends someone here? Because the official doesn't want to make a big deal and can't send a first-class strong man, so he can only find a reason to send a prince to deal with it. is just a prince, and with his strength, he is not afraid of a prince.

After seeing the master of the sword altar, Hua Zhu also stirred up a wave in his heart, just by looking at each other, the master of the sword altar had already given him such a high oppressive force, you can imagine how terrible the strength of this sword altar master is.

Although Huazhu wanted to rush down immediately to deal with the Sword Altar Master, now that he was one of the judges of the competition, many people looked at him. As explained above, don't make too much of a public deal this time, and try to solve it in a low-key manner if it can be solved in a low-key manner.

"I'm just here to see what tricks you can play!"

......

On the stage, Chen Feifei picked up a paintbrush and worked hard to write straight, and quickly completed a painting, but after looking at the painting for a while, he grabbed the painting, and then crumpled it and threw it aside.

Although he has no intention of winning or losing, he still has certain requirements for his paintings, and the painting just now, although it is still good on the whole, still has great shortcomings, so Chen Feifei decided to paint another one.

On Ren Qiu's side, although he had already picked up the paintbrush early, it had been a long time, and there were only a few strokes of Liao Liao on his drawing paper.

Ren Qiu's painting skills are absolutely no problem, after all, he is the champion of the last Painting Immortal Competition, and his strength has been officially certified.

But Ren Qiu is also very strict with his paintings.

Unlike Chen Feifei who decided to repaint after seeing that something was wrong, Ren Qiu was very strict with every stroke of his paintings, so it would take him a certain amount of time to paint each stroke, but this was also a relatively long time when the painting first started, and as the painting gradually took shape, his painting speed would become faster and faster.

"What should I draw?" Ren Qiu was very entangled in this point. At the beginning, he painted as he pleased, and he could paint whatever he wanted, but now that the title of painting immortal is pressed on him, he will be valued by people for whatever he paints, so he can no longer paint whatever he wants like before.

"Done!"

Just when Ren Qiu and Chen Feifei didn't make much progress because of their own self-requirements, the first contestant had already completed the painting and sent it to the judges.

When the man picked up the painting and was about to send it up, Lu Shuangyang saw his painting from a distance, which was a picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix, with very good colors and textures. Although it was the first to be completed, the painting was very good.

"It's worthy of the Painting Immortal Competition, and all the contestants are not just talking about it. Lu Shuangyang couldn't help but sigh.

Since there was the first one to hand in the painting, there was soon a second, and a third ...... More and more contestants are turning in their works. When the judges saw the paintings they handed in, they also had different expressions, some surprised, some surprised......

Some contestants have completed several paintings so far, but are struggling with which one to hand in.

And some people haven't even touched a single pen until now......

Chen Feifei picked up a finished painting again, crumpled it and threw it away.

"What the hell should I draw?"

Chen Feifei destroyed three more paintings in a row, each of which he thought was good, but still almost something.

"What is missing, what should I draw?" Chen Feifei raised his head and looked around.

"Hehe, why don't you draw a picture of the scene?" Chen Feifei instantly thought of what his painting was missing...... Realism.

The paintings that he had just destroyed were all double dragons playing with pearls, birds and phoenixes, etc., all of which he had not seen with his own eyes, but he had only learned from the stories and storytellers. Because he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he felt that he was missing a sense of realism when he drew it.

So the reason why I drew a picture of the scene is because I am in such a scene, and I am witnessing it all now, so how can there be a lack of realism?

Now that he had figured it out, Chen Feifei picked up the paintbrush, then glanced around, fixing this moment in his mind.

"That's it!" Chen Feifei smiled slightly, and then began to write straight.

When Lu Shuangyang saw Chen Feifenfen's straight book, he knew that he was already making the final sprint.

On the other hand, on Ren Qiu's side, he was expressionless, and he still thought for a while before he drew a stroke, and on his drawing paper, he barely saw a sketch.

It's just a sketch, but you can already see what he's drawing. If Lu Shuangyang saw this painting at this time, he would be able to understand it immediately, because what he painted in this painting was the room he used to practice painting after he came to the vernal equinox city.

Ren Qiu was forced by his mother to practice painting in that room every day, and Ren Qiu had already deeply imprinted the appearance of that room in his mind.

"More than halfway through the time

Finish. ”

Chunyan's loud voice sounded.

Maybe for the audience, time flies slowly, but for the contestants, time seems to pass a little fast.

"Isn't it! so fast? Not even half of it has been drawn!"

"We have to speed up! or we won't be able to catch up!"

Those who haven't finished painting yet, are nervous. Those who had already handed in their paintings were not at ease, they went back to the table where they had painted, and looked at the people nearby who had not finished their paintings, wanting to see how their paintings were doing, and whether they had any chances of winning compared to their own.

Time passed minute by minute, and the long incense pillar was about to burn to the end.

On the stage, there are only two people left who have not finished the painting, one is Chen Feifei and the other is Ren Qiu. But people focused their eyes on Ren Qiu.

But this is also normal, after all, Chen Feifei is a fresh face, and everyone doesn't know him, so even if he can't finish the painting in the end, it doesn't matter to everyone.

But Ren Qiu is different, he is a famous painting immortal, he has a lot of fans, if he can't finish it in the end, I'm afraid that nearly half of the people present here will be unhappy!

"Smack!"

The two of them put down the paintbrush in their hands at the same time, and in the next moment, the incense on the incense burner was also burned out.

"When the time comes, please hand over your drawings to the judges. ”

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately caught up at the last minute. The two presented their drawings to the judges and retreated to their tables.

"Please be patient with the contestants and the audience, and the judges will now put away the paintings and go backstage to score them. ”

So the paintings were all packed in several space bracelets and taken to the backstage.

"This should be a good opportunity to get started!"

Lu Shuangyang stared closely at the five familiar thieves, because on the way to the backstage, it was a good opportunity for them to make a move.

However, what made Lu Shuangyang strange was that these thieves were obediently staying where they were, and they had no intention of making a move. And the master of the knife altar also watched those paintings being sent backstage.

"What's going on? How can I have a sense of foreboding. "Nothing happening should be a good thing, but nothing happening is strange, which makes Lu Shuangyang feel that he has neglected something!

......

"Oh no!"

In the background, the judges were also panicked, because there was an unexpected situation.

Originally, those paintings were fine when they were put into the space bracelet, but after taking all the paintings to the backstage and then taking them out, there were nearly a quarter of the paintings, and the painting juice actually dispersed.

"What the hell is going on?" one of the judges was shocked, whether it was the third time he had been a judge in the Drawing Immortal Contest and the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Huazhu looked solemn: "It seems that someone has done something on the ink, when did you get the ink for today's competition?"

"It was last night," Chunyan also walked in, "The paints and inks used in each painting immortal contest are outsourced, and after being inspected, they are delivered the night before the contest." ”

"In other words, after the inspection, and then to the place where it was delivered, the ink was tampered with......"