"Painting hall Nie Shuanghua, he actually led a team of painting hall students to challenge the students of the qin hall. ”

"Nie Shuanghua is the hundredth strongest man on the Holy Register, and only Zhao Yi can suppress him. Now it's in trouble. ”

When the students of the Qintang saw that it was Nie Shuanghua who led the team in the painting hall, their faces immediately became gloomy.

The Holy List is the ranking of the Seven Holy Academy's grandmaster-level powerhouses, and there are only a hundred people on the list, and everyone on it is an amazing person, especially the top twenty powerhouses are all grandmasters with more than a hundred veins, and they may become cultivators at any time.

Qianwang Tang Qian was ranked eighty-third on the Holy Register, he was a Hundred Veins Grandmaster, and he was also the only person on the list in this class of freshmen.

Nie Shuanghua is ranked last, and he has always been known as "Nie Shuanghua, the old man of the Holy Register", but his strength should not be underestimated.

The demons that Su Daoxing has seen have entered the top twenty, Tang Can and Yang Honggang are all ranked below fifty, and only Zhao Yi in Qintang is on the holy list, ranking ninety-seventh, and her strength is stronger than Nie Shuanghua.

Lei Biao of the Qin Hall could not enter the Holy Register, and his strength was not enough, even if Kong Yue, Weigh, and Yue Tianwu, who were outstanding among the new students, could not enter the Holy Register.

Su Daoxing has recently gained fame, but since he is only a forty-vein grandmaster, the Holy List does not include Grandmasters below the rank of fifty veins in the Holy Register.

Nie Shuanghua, the elder of the Holy Register, said to Lei Biao of the Qin Hall: "Brother Lei, since Zhao Yi is not here, then you and I will have a showdown. ”

"Okay!" Lei Biao responded.

Both sides began to prepare.

Lei Biao sat down on a piano platform and stroked the piano with both hands.

Nie Shuanghua asked the accompanying grandmaster to set up the easel, spread the paper, and prepare the brushes and paints.

"Please!"

"Please!"

Lei Biao played "The General's Line", and with the sound of the piano, generals holding long swords appeared in the air.

Su Daoxing was watching the battle in the crowd at this moment, and when he saw Lei Biao playing "General Xing", he realized that Lei Biao did not use a killer weapon in the competition with him.

The killer is a King Wen when he wants to turn the tables against the wind, Lei Biao as a representative of the qin killing art, he has his own pride, when he was in a battle with Su Daoxing, he was at a disadvantage, he held back, did not show the killer move, but today is the reputation of the qin hall and the painting hall, he did not hesitate to play the killer move.

Su Daoxing's impression of Lei Biao has improved, and he has a good impression of Lei Biao.

Lei Biao threw himself into playing the piano, and the generals who appeared out of thin air came alive, like an army of undead from the world of the undead, holding a long sword and pointing at Nie Shuanghua.

Nie Shuanghua was calm and relaxed, and casually drew a painting, the drawing was very simple, a line wandered back and forth on the drawing paper.

"It's done!" Nie Shuanghua drew his brush and drew out the line in the painting.

"Upside-down silk!"

"Painting the inverted hanging silk of the saint who once fought against a strong enemy, this is a big killer. ”

"Nie Shuanghua has cultivated an upside-down hanging silk, and it is not suitable for him to be ranked at the bottom of the Holy Register, at least he can be ranked in the top seventy, and maybe he can enter the top fifty. ”

The students in the Qin Hall were shocked, but Lei Biao's eyes were indifferent, he stared at the inverted hanging silk, and began to manipulate the generals to attack.

The scene of hundreds of generals raising their swords to attack was very shocking.

Nie Shuanghua manipulated the upside-down silk and cut off the heads of hundreds of generals was simply a cruel scene.

"Don't think that a general has no combat power without a head. Lei Biao continued to manipulate the headless generals to attack.

Nie Shuanghua manipulated the inverted hanging wire to cut off the generals' bodies.

For a time, the mutilated corpses were piled up in the courtyard.

"After all, we are not defeated by the inverted hanging silk. "Lei Biao's limit is to control hundreds of generals with the sound of the piano, seeing the generals die one by one, he sighed, the sound of the piano changed, and a corpse turned into true qi and dissipated in the air.

The song "General Xing" shook the sky with murderous spirit. Not bad. Nie Shuanghua praised it, thinking that if he hadn't cultivated the inverted hanging silk, it was estimated that he would not be able to defeat Lei Biao so easily today.

Worthy of being a figure on the Holy List, Lei Biao was convinced. Lei Biao got up, his face was gloomy, he first lost to Su Daoxing, and then to Nie Shuanghua, and his self-confidence was greatly hit.

"Su Daoxing, don't hide, come out and fight. You should understand that I came to the Qintang today mainly to fight with you. Nie Shuanghua's aggressive eyes stared at Su Daoxing in the crowd, "Don't be a turtle with a shrunken head." ”

"Nie Shuanghua, in order to fight me, you even used the fierce battle method. Su Daoxing walked out of the crowd and immediately used his consciousness to trigger the painting talisman in the sea of consciousness, and the demon saint's experience of painting rushed to his mind like a tide.

After a moment of effort, Su Daoxing had inherited all the holy methods of the demon saint regarding painting.

Su Daoxing and Nie Shuanghua are not the first time to meet, the relationship between Nie Shuanghua and Peng Shanting is irreversible, once when Nie Shuanghua and Su Daoxing passed by by mistake, Nie Shuanghua made a statement to hit Su Daoxing, since then, Su Daoxing knew that sooner or later he would have a battle with Nie Shuanghua, but he didn't expect this battle to be carried out here in Qintang.

"We are fighting?" Su Daoxing's inquiring gaze looked at Nie Shuanghua.

The faces of all the students of the Qin Academy sank, and Su Daoxing was wishful thinking, if it was a martial fight, Nie Shuanghua would not have an advantage.

Nie Shuanghua was upright and said: "I paint, you play the piano, and have a battle of piano painting." ”

"The piano painting war, I'll forget it. Su Daoxing looked disinterested and yawned.

Nie Shuanghua's face was as gloomy as ink, and he said coldly: "As a disciple of the Qin Hall, you actually avoided the war, and you don't even want the reputation of the Qin Hall for hundreds of years?"

Su Daoxing laughed and said, "Since the Qin Hall is a courtyard of the Art Saint Academy, it is not a problem to beat you in the art of the piano." Even if I outperform you with my piano skills, you may not be convinced. Well, I'll have a competition with you in the art of painting. ”

"What?"

The students thought they had misheard.

Su Daoxing is just a student of the Qintang, and he wants to compete with Nie Shuanghua, a genius student in the painting hall, in terms of painting art, which is simply an axe in the class.

"Did Su Daoxing have a cerebral convulsion, and he actually said wildly that he wanted to win over Nie Shuanghua, a student of the Painting Hall, in painting. ”

"Nie Shuanghua is a figure in the Holy Register, and he is dedicated to painting, even the freshman genius does not dare to compete with him in painting, Su Daoxing dares. ”

The students feel like the world is messy.

"Please help me prepare easels, brushes, paints, etc. Su Daoxing bowed his hand to the students of the painting hall.

The students were once again thundered by Su Daoxing, Su Daoxing didn't even have the tools of the painter, so he was ashamed to challenge the painter Nie Shuanghua.

The students in the painting hall held back a smile and prepared the painting equipment for Su Daoxing.

Nie Shuanghua changed a piece of drawing paper and said to Su Daoxing: "Please!"

"Please!" Su Daoxing picked up a paintbrush casually.

The brush is a thin brush, one end is thin, the other is thick, the thin end is the painting, and the thick end is used for coloring.

Su Dao woke up, picked up the thick head and began to paint.