The moment Li Xuan's brush landed on the drawing paper, Old Man Fang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Because he found that the brush in Li Xuan's hand was surprisingly stable, although he didn't even hold the pen in the right posture, but in his hand, the brush was stable like a veteran who had been immersed in painting for decades.

Song Yu and Fang Xin couldn't help but be stunned at this moment-

Although they had already seen Li Xuan's hands, they still had a sense of amazement when they saw them again.

These hands are so beautiful and perfect.

Its perfection was so perfect that Song Yu and Fang Xin couldn't even have the slightest jealousy.

Fang Xin looked at Li Xuan's hands blankly, and her eyes were already full of brilliance.

The last time I saw Li Xuan "make a move" was in the dim light of the Tianlong Club, and, at that time, he was holding a wine glass instead of a paintbrush.

But this time was different, under the sun, Li Xuan's hands holding the brush seemed to be exuding a faint light, just looking at it, Fang Xin couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth.

When the paintbrush in Li Xuan's hand moved, Fang Xin felt even more like his heart was about to be crisp.

Li Xuan's posture of holding the brush was obviously not accurate at all, but Fang Xin just felt that it had a sense of naturalness.

Song Yu and Old Man Fang also felt the same way, although they were not as strong as Fang Xin, but they also seemed to melt into the movements of Li Xuan's hands.

In the studio, there was silence, only the rustle of the brush in Li Xuan's hand on the paper.

And just when the three of them were a little drunk, Li Xuan's slightly dissatisfied voice sounded out of place, "This brush, this ink, this paper, it's really bad enough." ”

As soon as he said this, he immediately blew his beard angrily and glared at him.

Are you still picky?

You, someone who has never painted before, what qualifies you to be picky here?

And it's already the best brush, the best ink, and the best paper you can buy in the world.

Can you be dissatisfied with this, can you find fault?

"Hmph!" Old Man Fang snorted lightly and said: "Only people who are not good at painting will blame the brush for not being good, the ink is not good, and the paper is not good, and those who are really proficient in painting can have amazing works even if they take a stone and paint on the sand!"

Rarely, the other party's old man's words, Li Xuan actually nodded in agreement.

However, he said: "This ink and drawing paper are really not as good as stone and sand." ”

"You-" Old Man Fang was stunned by Li Xuan's words.

What do you mean kid, it's obviously the most expensive set of pen, ink and drawing paper on the market, is it such a non-literary in your mouth?

Li Xuan didn't lie, he really felt that this ink and paper were not as good as stone and sand.

Stone and sand are natural things, and they can withstand the aura overflowing from his ghost hands a little, but the pen, ink and drawing paper at the moment, they make Li Xuan dare not use them with any strength-

He was afraid that if he exerted a little force, they would all turn into powder!

In order to be able to make his painting recognized by Old Man Fang, Li Xuan originally planned to add a little aura to this painting, but this ink and paper could not withstand the spiritual power in his body at all.

Li Xuan, who was helpless, could only withdraw the aura in his hands and honestly use pen and ink to paint.

Song Yu and Fang Xin were faintly dissatisfied when they heard Li Xuan's complaints, and Fang Xin wanted to directly say the price of this ink and drawing paper to shock Li Xuan.

It can be seen that Li Xuan frowned slightly, and his complaints about the ink and painting paper did not seem to be fake, so he could only swallow the words back.

They continued to watch intently as Li Xuan's painting.

Li Xuan's painting is very serious, unprecedented serious, his spirit, his whole person, seems to be immersed in the painting in front of him.

What he painted was nothing else, it was the phoenix that was missing from Fang Xin's painting.

It's just that the phoenix he painted made Song Yu and the three of them a little confused.

It's not that Li Xuan doesn't like it, but it's awkward.

Somehow, looking at the phoenix drawn by Li Xuan, they just had a very awkward feeling.

Old Man Fang's brows were already furrowed tightly, he rummaged through his memories, and he couldn't find any painting methods similar to Li Xuan.

Turning into an important totem of the Chinese nation, in the history of China, I don't know how many people have painted the phoenix, and they have also developed a variety of different styles and painting methods for the phoenix.

And what Li Xuan is painting at the moment does not conform to any of Old Man Fang's cognitions of phoenix painting.

Li Xuan's phoenix is more like a fierce beast than a bird, and it is not standing on a tree branch, but floating in mid-air out of thin air.

Birds can fly, Old Man Fang can understand, but why didn't the wings of the phoenix painted by Li Xuan even open?

Without spreading its wings, how did this phoenix fly?

Just when Old Man Fang was puzzled, Li Xuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he slowly put the paintbrush under the drawing paper.

"This-this is the end of the painting?" Old Man Fang couldn't help but ask out loud.

"Li Xuan, what are you painting, aren't the four like?"

"Birds are not like birds, and beasts are not like beasts, is this the picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix in your mouth?"

Fang Xin and Song Yu were also puzzled.

It was really painted by Li Xuan, so they couldn't understand it, they saw that in this painting paper, there was a "bird and beast" floating in the air out of thin air, the bird and beast did not have many feathers on its body, but it seemed to be burning with flames of various colors, her eyes were a little cold and arrogant, some domineering, but her posture was extremely lazy.

"The phoenix - this is the real phoenix, what you draw is just an imaginary bird, not the original appearance of the phoenix. Li Xuan smiled evilly and replied.

Unlike Song Yu and the others, Li Xuan has seen a real phoenix in the world of cultivating immortals.

That phoenix is one of the supremes of the demon clan, ruling over all birds in the world!

"Could this be a phoenix? I think it's a monster. Fang Xin asked out loud, she had been thinking about how the phoenix should be drawn, the phoenix drawn by Li Xuan was completely different from what she imagined.

"The phoenix is a monster. Li Xuan nodded and said, as the supreme of the demon clan, the phoenix is not a monster, what else can it be?

"What are you talking about, the phoenix is a monster?" Li Xuan's words made Song Yu feel a little speechless, how could the legendary phoenix be a monster?

Li Xuan turned his head and did not speak, but only gave Song Yu a "rare and strange" look.

"Heh, Li Xuan, are you making fun of the old man? Even if what you are painting is a phoenix, what about a hundred birds?

Before, he thought that Li Xuan's painting skills seemed to be good, but it was a material that could be made, but he only painted such a thing?