"Alright. ”

Zhang Bin put the paintbrush on the table next to him, and his mind was difficult to calm down for a while.

He had now stopped running his True Qi, but the paintings he had made were still suspended in the air, which shocked the others and made them wonder what kind of paintings Zhang Bin had made.

The moment he looked at the void picture, the whole person seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, his body trembled, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Bang!

This time, Zhang Lao really fell into the canal!

Everyone was shocked, what kind of painting actually made Zhang Lao behave like this? Their eyes moved away from Zhang Bin's body and subconsciously looked into the void.

In sight, I finally saw the whole content of this painting.

It was an abandoned old town, with two floors, a mixture of steel and concrete, and a world of difference from otherworldly buildings.

There are some cracks in the walls of the small building, which is due to a strong earthquake. Most of the people here have moved out, and the surrounding houses are already in disarray, with plastic bags, garbage, and dust...... And only this one, it seems to be very clean, and there are a few pots of flowers on the balcony, although they look a little weak, but the stems and leaves are still growing tenaciously towards the sun.

And at the balcony door, there is a particularly hazy figure painting, the face is not clear, but it is the appearance of a middle-aged woman, she is drying clothes, because the balcony is a little high, she has to put a small bench under her feet, to be able to get it, and the pole that supports the clothes, if you look carefully, you find that it happened to fall under the balcony.

If you look closely, you will find that there is also a person standing behind the balcony glass, the smoke is swirling, reflecting his figure flickering, but only a pair of vicissitudes of life are extraordinarily bright, as if a little tired, but still looking out gently......

And on the road below the house, there are excavators, bulldozers, construction teams are busy, and there are also some naughty children playing, and the workers seem to blame them......

The painting is not very detailed, but if you look closely at each small part, you will find that there are many pictures worth pondering.

Of course, people from the other world don't understand.

As soon as they saw the houses and buildings in this painting, they were completely confused, not to mention excavators, bulldozers and so on, they were all strange things that they had never seen and heard of.

Someone just wanted to ask questions, but found that Zhang Bin's figure was a little lonely, and he was quietly walking towards the outside of the courtyard.

The crowd did not understand.

This doesn't seem to be Zhang Bin's character, in their opinion, Zhang Bin is definitely the kind of high-profile person, especially when painting a painting that can't find shortcomings, doesn't need to be controlled by true qi, and can still be suspended in mid-air.

But at this moment, he is very different from the high-spirited appearance just now, a little lonely, a little lonely, as if he has lost his soul, just quietly leaving......

"This ......"

The person who wanted to talk about it didn't know how to speak at the moment.

Looking at Zhang Bin's figure gradually moving away, these people felt a kind of sadness inexplicably......

Long.

Zhang Bin had already left, and the people at the scene were still in an inexplicable state of affection.

Until the painting in the void began to rise gradually, as if it were soaring, and gradually, in their eyes, it became smaller and smaller, blurred, and imprinted into the void......

"Famous paintings, this is a three-grade painting!"

At this time, Zhang Lao hurriedly climbed out of the canal, ignoring the embarrassment of the image, and shouted: "Sanpin paintings, even if they are Sanpin calligraphers and painters, need specific scenes, as well as in-depth understanding, and they can only be made by coincidence, Zhang Bin actually made a three-pin painting, which ...... This...... The old man can't believe it!"

After Zhang Lao said this, the whole person's breath was depressed.

He was still thinking about finding out the shortcomings in Zhang Bin's paintings, and even planned to find at least fifty places and slap Zhang Bin in the face to save his dignity.

But now looking at such a three-grade painting that flew into the void, a painting that a third-grade calligrapher and painter needs all kinds of coincidences and can only be made under atmospheric luck, and let him just a second-grade calligrapher and painter find shortcomings, isn't it funny?

Zhang Lao understands that the achievements of his life are already here, and if he wants to go further, it is simply a fantasy, or if he wants to make a three-grade famous painting, he can only think about it.

Seeing the birth of a three-pin painting with his own eyes today is of indescribable importance to him, and perhaps because of this, he will go further in his painting.

"Genius, true genius!"

Zhang Lao sighed, he lost today!

He was even very grateful to Zhang Bin for what he said at the beginning: "A second-class calligrapher and painter, but there are so many illogical errors in the work presented to everyone, what is the value of this painting? The true air circulation contained in the painting? Or the truth of martial arts in it? If this is what is pursued...... You can become a martial artist, painting is not for you!"

It was like a warning that woke him up after he had gone astray.

......

And after the onlookers heard Zhang Lao say that this was a "three-grade famous painting", they were also shocked one by one.

Although I don't know how precious the "three-grade famous paintings" are, it is definitely not simple to call them "three-grade". And when they saw the famous paintings imprinted into the sky and disappeared, this shocking picture was enough for them to stay awake all night and be amazed.

At this moment, whether it was Chang Wuchang and Chang Family Masters who were competing with Zhang Bin before, or Huang Xing and Chen Tao who had been complaining behind their backs, or even the City Lord of Tianxuan City who secretly shook their heads, and the three young men beside Ji Ningsi who were disdainful, they were all speechless, and there was only horror left in their eyes, unbelievable!

The scene fell silent again.

Until someone shouted in pain: "My mother, this is a three-grade famous painting, if you find a piece of rice paper to print it just now and don't let it fly, wouldn't it be able to sell for a sky-high price?"

This sentence directly woke everyone up!

That's right, this is a three-grade famous painting!

Think about it, if the reserve price of a second-grade painting can be called 1 million gold coins, what about the third-grade famous paintings? Wouldn't it start with 5 or 6 million gold coins?

Seeing the massive amount of gold dangling gold coins disappearing, do you say that the heart hurts or not?

Even Zhang Lao slapped his thigh: "What was the stunned just now! This is a three-grade painting, a famous painting, if it is not printed on rice paper in time, it will definitely fly away!"

The intestines in my heart are about to regret at this moment!

However, Zhang Bin, the owner of this painting, did not know this, if he calmed down and thought about it, he would have immediately cried angrily if he had let five or six million gold coins fly away just now.......