The fourth robot on the field is the robot of the Divine Insect Pie, the robot of the Divine Insect Pie, the appearance is almost the same as a real person, the skin of a real person, the spirit of a real person and the eyes of a real person, a beige casual clothes, but also makes his delicate and toned figure, flawless, and the facial features like a knife carving, so exquisite that anyone who sees him is attracted by his handsomeness.

The robot looked around and said to everyone, "I'll draw a few pictures, write a few words, and show them to everyone." What to write and what to draw is up to everyone. ”

The robot's voice is magnetic and very pleasant, so that everyone who hears his voice is very comfortable in their hearts and can't help but like him.

Several disciples of the Divine Insect Sect, put a large bundle of rice paper on the side of the robot, the time is up, the left hand of the robot flies, the rice paper on the ground, one end of the paper floats into the air, stretched out in mid-air, the robot suddenly has two brushes on the hand, the brush on the left hand draws everyone on the rice paper, the brush on the right hand is written quickly on the rice paper, the speed is so fast that everyone has no time to see every detail drawn by the robot, but they can see that the paper is painted by each of them, they think, The painting is so vivid, its expression is not their expression at the moment, and then look at the words written, it is a cursive hand, dashing and sprinkled into writing, but what is written is the name of everyone present, when the robot draws a certain person, it will write down the name of a certain person.

The drawings of the beings drawn by the robot and the names written in it are constantly displayed in the air, and the masters of all walks of life have their eyes wide open, stretching their necks, looking for themselves in the drawings, and have long forgotten to attack the robot. Li Deng and the three investors on the rostrum couldn't hold back their surprise and watched the robot draw and write.

An hour passed quickly, the robot finished painting, the words were also written, on the drawing paper, the six masters, all came to the scene, all painted on the drawing paper, looking at those people, or surprised or happy, or sitting or standing, or shouting or shouting, all vivid, as if under the camera in general, but more than the photo, a little more charm, a little more dynamic. When everyone looked at the word again, there was a sentence written under all the names: "Sigh I sigh, I can paint all things in the world, but not myself." ”

It is not uncommon for robots to be able to draw, and there is nothing new about calligraphy, but in just one hour, they can draw more than 1,000 people present, and draw everyone's expressions vividly.

Someone shouted, "How does he know our names, how does he know?" ”

But the people of the Loose Sect laughed and said nothing.

But it is not difficult to say that the robot can draw the crowd, the two eyes of the robot can be photographed, the robot is looking at the crowd, has taken pictures of the crowd, passed to his pen, and the pen is drawn, but in such a short time, in such a messy sound, in the space where the crowd is constantly moving around, the crowd is linked together, painted into a picture, but in a very short time, the picture has a super ability to finish. Looking at the rice paper again, the ink is fresh, and it is clearly the handwriting left by the pen just now. Someone in the crowd cheered, someone shouted: "Good, good".

People of all factions have long forgotten that they are competing in martial arts, and that the masters of calligraphy, painting and literature in front of them are robots, and they need to attack. ”

The robot paints with a pen, and the picture of the Qingming Riverside Picture, like flowing water, flows out from the tip of the brush, and someone is shouting: ""Song of Long Hatred", write "Song of Long Hatred". ”

The pen of the robot's hand waved on the rice paper, and wrote Li Bai's long hatred song on the rice paper in cursive script, the font was elegant and handsome, like flowing water, and people were constantly calling: Eight Horses, Manjianghong, the Great Wall.

The sound of shouting, one after another, the rice paper in front of the robot, floating quickly, the pen in the hand of the robot is so fast that people's eyes can not see clearly, only feel that the pen is flying, like countless painting marks, flying in front of the eyes, the rice paper that has been painted and written, falling on the other side of the robot, automatically folded down, the five factions, immediately came up a few good deeds, I hope to see the work of the robot speed pen again, the rice paper painted by the robot spreads out, the rice paper, all the paintings, all the poems, If it is not the most beautiful masterpiece, it can be confused with the real, and everyone is cheering.

Such a painter, such a calligraphy master, human beings do not, Dongmenzi sat on the hillside and looked at the liveliness under the mountain, as a calligraphy and painting suspended in mid-air, Dongmenzi couldn't laugh, in front of the intelligent robot, he felt a great crisis, human art, in the hands of human beings, or in the hands of robots, he felt that human beings in front of intelligent robots, is so small and mentally retarded, and felt that he faced intelligent robots, there was a kind of fear and uneasiness.

At the foot of the mountain, Gongsun Shengyi, the head of the Divine Insect Sect, walked towards the robot, held the robot's hand, and raised their hand into the air in the attitude of a victor. Gongsun Ying is wearing a flowing long dress today, silver clothes, and silver hair, which makes him look more like a robot.

In the cheerful crowd, someone was eager to see the next robot perform, shouting, "Come down, come down, the next robot is going to play." ”