"I agree with the first half of your sentence, as for the second half of the sentence......"

"Whew!" Chen Yifan laughed.

"I've never seen anyone so brazen! Today is a day of knowledge! Chen Yifan clapped his hands and said.

"You said you painted this painting? Good! Do you dare to make another one with me? ”

"You're vexatious! These paintings are all made when inspiration is rushing, where can we say that we can paint just paint? Fan Kongming frowned and argued.

The rest of the crowd also nodded one after another, it made sense, it made sense!

Where is a good painting that is said to be painted?

The loud dispute here attracted reporters who reported on the exhibition and other visitors in the exhibition hall to gather around to watch the excitement.

"You can't?" Chen Yifan raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

Fan Kongming frowned, he didn't understand what he meant, and he didn't dare to answer rashly.

Chen Yifan put his hand into the wide pocket of his clothes, and took out a pen and paper from the storage ring through the cover of his pocket.

Because some time ago, he often had to communicate the exercises from various factions in Qingcheng Mountain, so he brought a lot of paper and pen with him.

In front of everyone's eyes, Chen Yifan sat down cross-legged with a 4A paper and a gel pen, put the paper on the floor in front of him, and leaned over to make it.

His painting skills are not high, and if he wants to learn, he can only barely say that he has learned it in a primary school interest class.

That kind of after-school interest class is organized by the school and is free, but unfortunately it was later canceled.

When it comes to painting skills, it's no different from never learning it.

But he is not a handicap, especially after getting the system, the various attributes of the body soar, and the coordination is also improved accordingly.

Because of his cultivation, he crossed the stage of "technique" and directly integrated the artistic conception into it, if it weren't for the fact that the technique was too bad, the painting would not be too bad.

Seeing Chen Yifan's actions, Fan Kongming panicked, but he quickly comforted himself, just a student, it is impossible to be the real author of this painting, and he can't be overwhelmed in momentum.

The other onlookers couldn't help but be in an uproar when they saw this, and their hearts couldn't help but be a little shaken.

The scene was eerily quiet, and only Chen Yifan's brushing was left with the sound of his pen dropping.

At first, they just wanted to see how far Chen Yifan could go, and when would he give up?

So I chose to watch Chen Yifan paint it.

But no one believes that Chen Yifan is really proving this.

At most, it is just imitation, how can a middle school student understand the artistic conception in this painting, and when the painting is painted in vain, it has added a laughing stock to this exhibition.

But gradually, they discovered that the content of Chen Yifan's paintings was not the same as the paintings in the exhibition.

Some people want to remind Chen Yifan that there is no need to let him paint anymore, but he is just a prodigal who wants to be "famous" in an alternative way at an art exhibition.

But he was shocked to find that he couldn't open his mouth or move.

It was as if a heavy pressure had fallen on the body, looking at the painting that was gradually taking shape under Chen Yifan's pen, everyone had a feeling of suffocation being choked by the throat.

However, they couldn't take their eyes off it.

As half of the painting took shape, the picture of hell came to life, and the people who looked at the painting only felt that the evil spirit had pounced in front of them and plunged themselves into the painting...... Pull it to hell.

They wanted to scream, but their throats seemed to be choked by something, and they couldn't make a sound.

Others have visions of their descent into hell, and there are people babbling in their ears about their crimes.

They wanted to get rid of the annoying voice, they wanted to scold the man and stop talking!

But no, the voice seemed to come from hell as well as from my own head.

Whether it was the businessmen, rich people, and dignitaries who despised Chen Yifan with the public, or the painters and scholars who came to watch from the perspective of art, they had all forgotten their original intentions at this time and were completely brought into Chen Yifan's paintings.

There is only Ao Ling, who has not looked at any paintings from the beginning, but at the people who painted them.

At this time, Chen Yifan is very focused, maybe he is always like this, since he is determined to do something, no matter whether it is simple or difficult for him, he will go all out to do it.

Ao Ling Kite was a little distracted, and a ridiculous feeling rose in his heart.

Sitting on the ground, it is not the emperor who is the lord of the world, not his fiancé, but just a crazy painter who is obsessed with his craft.

The sudden throbbing in his heart made Ao Ling Kite suddenly retract his gaze in a hurry.

The mood is complicated, she can't fall in love with other people, otherwise it will be even more painful, right?

This kind of thought made her shake her head even more, feeling ridiculous.

There is no one else, the emperor is him, and the painter is also him.

It's just that, as far as the Three Realms are concerned, there can only be one real role for him, and that's a ...... She couldn't fall in love with the character even more.

Ao Lingkite couldn't sort out the thoughts in his mind for a while, looked around, only to feel confused, and subconsciously withdrew from the crowd, wanting to find a place to be quiet first.

Chen Yifan quickly finished painting and signed at the bottom of the painting: Chen Yifan!

After thinking about it, he inscribed it directly above the painting: Daoshan Diagram.

Compared to painting, he is still good at calligraphy.

With Chen Yifan's painting, everyone woke up from all kinds of illusions.

The artistic conception of this is stronger, and it has surpassed many ancient masters!

That's not nonsense? They are just ordinary people, Chen Yifan is the Emperor of Xudu!

Fan Kongming's first reaction when he came back to his senses was to rush towards the painting in Chen Yifan's hand.

He had only one thought in his mind, he couldn't let the organizers compare this painting with his own "Hundred Ghosts of Hell", otherwise...... He's going to be ruined!

He must tear this painting, tear this painting!

"Oh, there's one last stroke!" Chen Yifan smiled: "Since you like this painting so much, I'll give it to you!" ”

Chen Yifan threw the painting up, Fan Kongming's eyes were overjoyed, and he jumped up and grabbed the painting.

Just when his fingertips were only 001 inches away from the drawing paper, his body slammed to the ground.

He's dead!

His soul is sucked into the paintings, and he can be accompanied by the paintings he envies day by day.

But everyone didn't realize it at this time, and their eyes were on the painting.

As the painting fell to the ground and flattened, everyone seemed to fall into a suffocating illusion again.

Chen Yifan raised his foot to block most of the painting, and everyone came to their senses, and a half-hundred-year-old man in the crowd took off his brand-new suit as quickly as possible and covered the painting.

"God paints! It's a painting of God! The old man said excitedly.

There is no one left to figure out the poor craftsmanship of this painting.

"Huh? What about my wife? Chen Yifan also found a problem at this time, a big problem!

Why is my wife gone?

"Little kite!" Chen Yifan pushed everyone away, squeezed out of the crowd, and turned his head around in a bit of a panic.

In just one second, tens of thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.

Why is the kite gone?

It's impossible, she's a dragon girl, and she can't be tied up quietly.

Could it be that she left on her own?

Is it because of the same bad date today that is angry?

I shouldn't have done this, it's too time-consuming to paint, how good is it to just beat the guy who stole the painting?