Hearing Huang Ming say that he wanted to paint a phoenix, the painters present were all shocked.

Every painter has his own good at what he paints, and Huang Minggui is a painter of the Five Realms, and the phoenix in his pen is also his best work!

Now that Huang Ming is going to draw a phoenix, it seems that he is really going to do his best! This young man ...... It's dangerous!

After all, the phoenix is a divine beast, and its bloodline is much higher than that of the nine-headed Jiaohuang, and it is also drawn by a painter of the Five Realms, so this phoenix may be even more difficult to find!

It is no exaggeration to say that even the nine-headed Jiaohuang that Liu Ling drew just now has little chance of winning.

No wonder this old guy is so confident and calm to fight and paint, it turns out that he actually wants to paint a phoenix.

"The elder and the young are respectful and orderly, and the old man will start writing first!"

Huang Ming glanced at Liu Ling lightly, and then slowly lifted the pen.

Huang Ming is now a little fearless, he just painted the emperor crocodile but used seven successes, and now he is doing his best, it is not difficult to defeat this kid!

Thinking of this, Huang Ming suddenly calmed down, and worked hard to write, the pen was hooked and painted, showing the strength and elegance, strange and magnificent.

On the painting paper, the ink is suddenly faint and deep, and the ink is dripping!

This Huang Ming is arrogant, but his painting skills are indeed very exquisite, and he lives up to the name of the painter of the Five Realms!

Finally, at a certain moment, as Huang Ming's big hand held the pen and slammed it on the paper, this phoenix picture was finally completed!

Huang Ming suddenly pursed the corners of his mouth, put the pen down, stroked his beard with great conceit, and squinted at Liu Ling to light up the painting.

Many painters stretched their necks one after another, wanting to see the charm of the phoenix painted by Huang Ming!

Everyone fixed their eyes and saw that Huang Ming was painting a fire phoenix.

The phoenix perches on the sycamore, the fire of nirvana burns the sky and the earth, burning the universe. This fire phoenix is as red as Dan fire, the sound can split the clouds, the fire wings soar, the thunder does not do, the wind and rain do not prosper, the river valley does not flow, and the grass and trees do not break!

This phoenix looks like a divine beast looking down on the common people!

Just when everyone was secretly amazed, the fire phoenix suddenly roared with its neck, and then fluttered its fire wings, soared out of the painting, and circled three times in the pavilion.

The flame of nirvana made the whole cabinet like a furnace, and finally returned to the painting with wings of fire.

"Transform ...... Transfiguration!"

Seeing this spectacle, everyone exclaimed in surprise, and their eyes widened instantly.

This fire phoenix is magnificent, the respect of all beasts, and has reached the level of the five realms of ghostly workmanship, which can be called a masterpiece!

Although the people present are all master-level painters, the paintings of the Five Realms are still the existence of high mountains and mountains for them!

Seeing that this phoenix nirvana diagram had reached the transformation level, the crowd suddenly exploded.

Huang Ming put down the pen, put his hands behind his back, a smile appeared on his vicissitudes of life, and said lightly to Liu Ling: "Please!"

Although many painters saw the nine-headed Jiaohuang painted by Liu Ling just now, they still sweated deeply for it.

Not to mention that it is a bit ridiculous to reach the Five Realms Painter at such an age, even if he is really a Five Realms Painter, if he wants to defeat Huang Ming, it will be even more difficult now!

After all, even if the two are both Five Realms, then they can only compete to see who draws the bloodline of the beast of the Five Realms stronger.

And the stronger the spirit beast's bloodline, the deeper the Dao pattern contains, the more difficult it is to copy.

And this fire phoenix is already the honor of all beasts, and its bloodline is against the sky, how can the bloodline of any spirit beast be better than it?

There are very few spirit beasts that can compare with it on the entire continent!

If Liu Ling wanted to fight against it, he would probably only be able to draw a few supreme-level spirit beasts.

But those spirit beasts are extremely obscure and difficult to paint, and the patterns are profound, and it is even more difficult to obtain their charm and spirituality, and the painters of the Five Realms may not be able to do it! I wonder what kind of divine beasts he plans to draw to rival the phoenix?

Thinking of this, everyone opened their eyes, wanting to see what kind of strange beast Liu Ling wanted to draw?

Jin Ni also knows that the key to winning or losing this time is probably what kind of bloodline of the Five Realms Divine Beast Liu Ling can draw!

Thinking of this, Jin Ni suddenly said to Liu Ling in a deep voice: "This little friend, what kind of divine beast are you going to draw this time?"

Liu Ling spread his hands lightly and said lightly: "Uh...... I'll draw a grass **!"

“......”

Everyone snorted and fell to the ground, and their faces were blue and purple.

"What......? Draw a grass chicken?!"

The faces of many painters twitched, and three black lines flew over their faces.

Big brother, which one are you playing?

Are you here to be funny?

The phoenix is a legendary beast, and the grass chicken may not even be a spirit animal!

It's a kind of poultry that is braised and steamed and served on the table, and you can just wipe your neck with a knife and slaughter it.

Do you want to draw a grass chicken fighting a phoenix? Big brother, which string are you missing in your brain?

Jin Ni also squirted out a mouthful of tea and almost fell off the chair.

"You...... You repeat, what are you going to draw?"

Liu Ling said innocently: "I want to draw grass - chicken!"

The corners of Jin Ni's mouth twitched, and her old face was full of messiness.

This phoenix is a Five Realms Divine Beast, even if you also draw the supreme among other Five Realms level beasts, you may not necessarily win the Phoenix.

But you're going to use a grass chicken to fight the phoenix......

Big brother, you're not sick, are you?

When Huang Ming heard that Liu Ling wanted to draw a grass chicken to fight with him, he almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

This Phoenix Nirvana is his pinnacle, even if it is the other Five Realms Divine Beasts, Huang Ming will not have much fear.

But this kid actually wants to draw a grass chicken to fight himself......

Nima: Is it because you're too floating, or can't I lift a knife, old man?

"Foolish!"

Huang Ming shook his sleeves and said coldly to Liu Ling.

Jin Ni's face was also complicated at this time, "This little friend, do you want to think about it again?" Drawing a grass chicken is really a bit ......."

Liu Ling arched his hand to Jin Ni and said, "Jin Ni Fang Master rest assured, he has his own measure!"

Liu Ling is like this, Jin Ni can't say anything even if he has a stomach.

Who gives you your own sense of proportion?

He was originally very optimistic about Liu Ling, thinking that Liu Ling was not without hope of winning this fight.

But this guy is making such a show now, jumping directly into the fire pit, and he can't stop it!

Use the grass chicken to fight the phoenix of the five realms...... Even he wasn't sure!

Sighing helplessly, Jin Ni threw a self-begging look at Liu Ling, and he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that the audience was quiet, Liu Ling suddenly paced to the front of a few cases, dipped his pen in ink and began to draw his grass chicken.

At this time, everyone was speechless.

"Damn! Are you really going to fight a phoenix with a grass chicken? This is too fucked up!"

"I guess I know that I am invincible, and I will fight ...... Kind of give up, find yourself a staircase. ”

Jin Ni and the three elders also looked at each other.

Is it really ...... Gave up?

Liu Ling ignored the many noisy voices and began to paint.

For a while, the swaying is like splashing, the clouds are flowing smoothly, the pen is elegant, and the thinness is indescribable.

That grass chicken is also being sketched out little by little!

Liu Ling's pen power this time flowed through, and he responded casually. Or like a hanging needle, or as a jade tendon, sometimes like falling dew, sometimes like a curved hook.

Liu Ling seems to have never had such a solemn and solemn look, and this time it took half an hour to paint!

Half an hour later, with Liu Ling's brushstroke, the grass chicken was finally painted, and this painting can be called Liu Ling's longest time!

Putting down the pen, Liu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Liu Ling had finished drawing, everyone stretched their necks one after another, wanting to see what Liu Ling did this thunderous thing, and what kind of grass chicken did he draw in the end?