Zhang Bin looked around, and then came to the drawing board, looking at the appearance, he was really going to paint.

Zhang Lao suddenly raised his eyebrows, he was afraid that this kid would slip away under an excuse, but now it seems that he really wants to paint, and he is suddenly much more relieved.

Hurriedly ordered someone to bring a paintbrush and rice paper: "What else do you need, although the old man doesn't have much else here, but if you want to talk about painting tools, it is absolutely everything!"

"No, that's enough. ”

Zhang Bin picked up the brush, but instead of painting immediately, he fell into deep thought.

And the onlookers began to whisper.

"You think this kid can't paint?"

"It's just a matter of being able to paint, I don't even believe it!"

"I feel the same way! I've never heard that Zhang Bin can paint!"

"If you look at him not moving his pen now, in a daze there, it's obvious that he's stalling for time. ”

......

None of these people are optimistic about Zhang Bin, and they all think that Zhang Bin is difficult to ride a tiger and is just capable.

......

Zhang Bin didn't pay too much attention to the remarks of the outside world, his heart is now like a mirror, and like a deep pool, the powerful spiritual power of the four layers of his mood is dissipated, making the space area around him very quiet, just like the early morning, which makes people feel comfortable.

The closest to Zhang Bin were Zhang Lao and Zhang Qing'er, and when they felt this powerful mood fluctuation, both of them were shocked.

They came from the capital, and their knowledge and insights on cultivation were much clearer than ordinary people, and they knew how easy it was to cultivate in the physical body, but how difficult it was to cultivate in the state of mind!

At Zhang Bin's age, reaching the quadruple state of mind, even if he is put in the capital, he is an absolute young man!

"I didn't expect that in Tianxuan City, I could actually see a genius with a fourfold mood...... "Zhang Lao sighed, but even if Zhang Bin's mood is fourfold, and the mood is also very helpful for painting, but Zhang Lao still doesn't think that Zhang Bin can make a high-grade painting.

No matter what kind of sub-profession, it has a grade division, and Zhang Lao is a second-grade calligrapher and painter, which means that the paintings he makes have reached the second-grade level!

In the whole of Kyoto, the number of people who can make them can be counted on one hand, which shows how difficult it is to enter the profession of calligrapher and painter.

Not only does he need to have a strong understanding of painting, but he also has very strict requirements in terms of mood.

If you want to become a first-class calligrapher and painter, you must reach three levels of mentality!

Zhang Lao has been practicing for many years, and his state of mind has only reached the fourth layer, how old is Zhang Bin, and he actually has a fourth-layer state of mind, and people are more angry than people!

But then again, as long as Zhang Bin doesn't die halfway, his future is absolutely limitless.

"However, even if you become an immortal and a saint in the future, and offend me Zhang Liyao today, you don't want to leave the scene easily!" Zhang Lao snorted coldly in his heart.

He's just this stubborn temper!

......

Whew~

Everyone was still talking in a low voice, why did Zhang Bin delay in making a move, but at this moment, Zhang Bin suddenly grabbed the drawing paper on the drawing board, tore the two directly, crumpled them into a ball and threw them on the ground, and also kicked the drawing board into the ditch, and everyone was suddenly dumbfounded!

"What is this for?"

"Can't draw it and lose your temper?"

Everyone didn't understand what Zhang Bin meant, even Zhang Lao next to him instantly widened his eyes, and Zhang Qing'er was a little incomprehensible.

But seeing Zhang Bin at this time, the brush in his hand was mentioned, which was quite chivalrous.

Bang~

I saw that the inkstone next to him suddenly flew up, Zhang Bin was really angry, and the ink inside splashed out one after another and fell into the air. But the ink did not fall, but stopped in mid-air, as if encountering some invisible obstacle.

The people with low cultivation couldn't close their mouths in surprise when they saw this scene, while the people with high cultivation were amazed, they could see that Zhang Bin was using his true qi to control the ink in the void to prevent it from falling, and the means were exactly the cocooning and threading that Zhang Lao had used before!

Although Zhang Bin's use is not as exaggerated as Zhang Lao, it should not be underestimated.

Zhang Lao on the side was obviously taken aback, but in an instant, he snorted: "Grandstanding!"

......

Brush Brush Brush!

Just when everyone's thoughts were still stuck and Zhang Bin used True Qi Control to suspend the ink in mid-air, Zhang Bin had already begun to wave the brush in his hand.

I saw him engrossed, holding his breath, the brush in his hand opened and closed, and he wandered left and right in the void. Gradually, Zhang Bin seems to have fallen into a state of self-forgetfulness, everything in the outside world has nothing to do with him at this moment, and he is immersed in this painting with all his heart.

Suddenly, a general outline appeared in everyone's eyes.

However, these people still didn't react, and they were still at the stage of Zhang Bin's void painting!

It's incredible!

If I hadn't seen it today, I would never have thought that someone would paint in the void, and it can even be said that this is an unseen and unheard means!

"It's so exciting!"

Some people seem to have forgotten that they were still mocking Zhang Bin before, but at this time, they were shocked by this scene.

"Painting in the Void? What kind of means is this? This is not painting at all, it is performing art!"

Even Liu Shi couldn't help but exclaim: "Compared with Zhang Bin's void painting, although Zhang Lao's previous painting techniques are wonderful, they are also much inferior. ”

After saying this, Liu Shicai felt inappropriate and hurriedly covered his mouth.

And Zhang Lao's cultivation at the peak of the sevenfold qi realm, his hearing is so sensitive that he can hear insects and ants crawling a hundred meters away, even if Liu Shi's voice is very low, he can hear it clearly.

Seeing that his face was the same as black charcoal, he flicked his sleeves: "Although painting pays attention to skills, it is not child's play, painting in the void?" Hehe, even the three-grade calligraphers and painters do not have the guts, once there is a mistake in the process of true qi, the painting will be completely ruined, and there is no room for salvation at all!"

There was a pause: "I see what the hell you can draw in the end!"

Although Zhang Lao was very angry in his voice, he was actually shocked by Zhang Bin's hand in his heart, and now he felt a little trance.

Brush Brush Brush!

No matter what the outside world thinks of his means of painting in the void, Zhang Bin can't hear it at all, he is now thinking about this painting, and the brush in his hand is back and forth, little by little, or wide opening and closing, or fine embellishment, very devoted.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The true qi that Zhang Lao was expecting was misfunctioning, and the scene of destroying the painting did not appear. Zhang Bin's true qi is simply a strong mess, and after a long time of "peeling off the cocoon and pulling the threads", the true qi consumed is countless, but it can't be reflected in Zhang Bin, it seems that his true qi is the same as inexhaustible!

When you think about it, it's scary.

However, all eyes were fixed on the painting, and they did not notice these details.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Bin finally withdrew his brush, and stood in front of this painting with undried handwriting, his eyes were a little moist for some reason.......