After a moment of silence, Ming Yueya said even more angrily: "Qingfeng Zhenren actually humiliated me so much?"

"To insult my painting with a vertical painting, do you look down on me as a painter in the world?"

"Or do you look down on me for painting saints?"

The lid of the two pots was covered by Qingfeng Zhenren, on the other hand, Ming Yueya's face was dark, and it seemed that he was really angry.

"Giggles, it turns out that the divine painting in Qingfeng Zhen's mouth was painted by your junior brother?"

Ming Yueya bowed his sleeves, no wind automatically, and said intently: "Okay, today I want to see how strong the divine painting in your mouth is, if it is not as good as the Qilin Yukong Diagram, don't blame me for turning my face!"

Come on, what can you do with your face?

If it weren't for the fact that you were a guest of the Infinite Holy Land, I wouldn't have bothered to talk to you so much, and a small broken mirror would rise three times.

At the same time, Qingfeng Zhenren recalled Fang Yu's words in his mind.

"Sometimes I really want to keep a low profile, but he doesn't allow it, and I'm helpless!"

"Hey, I really want to keep a low profile sometimes, but you're really a bit of a strongman, so I won't pretend!"

"Mingcang, take out that dragon and phoenix lingering picture!"

Ye Mingcang stared dryly beside him, staring at this moment, and hurriedly took out a scrolled ink painting from a Baoyu Lin box next to him.

This degree of caution made the two of them even more disdainful.

"Pretending... You two just pretend!"

Ye Mingcang looked at the ink painting, carefully placed it on the black gold ink jade table, and then wrapped it with a burst of aura, slowly unfolding.

That cautious look made Ye Mingcang's sweat drip.

It seems that what he is holding in his hand is not an ink painting, but his life, which is important!

Qingfeng Zhenren personally took the ink painting with both hands, raised his hands and unfolded the painting, and a dragon roared and the wind was displayed.

The moment the painting was unfolded, two streams of yin and yang qi rose into the sky, the entire mountain peak shook for a moment, and even the stars in the night sky seemed to tremble.

After unfolding the painting, Qingfeng Zhenren and Ye Mingcang saw it clearly for the first time, and they were shocked again in the next second.

No matter how you look at this painting and how many times you look at it, you will be shocked from the depths of your soul, and in just half a moment, Qingfeng Zhenren will feel a sense of dizziness in her head.

This seemed to be a tremor from the soul, and this endless void sky made him can't help but sketch a picture.

Dressed in white, he stood in the endless dark sky with a brush in his hand, and the ink pen in his hand filled the whole world into a three-foot-long scroll.

Such a scene, such a character can only exist in the sky!

"Whew!" exhaled lightly, and the two Qingfeng real people who retreated were already sweating profusely and their faces were shocked.

"Hmph, pretending to be true!" Ming Yueya snorted, stood forward, and looked at the scroll with her eyes.

Then the whole person instantly froze in place and remained motionless, and even his breath was so calm, as if there was silence.

"What's going on?" Seeing him like this, the fox stepped forward strangely: "Is it really so powerful?"

Then his eyes followed Ming Yueya's line of sight.

There is no doubt that Leng is in place, and even his body is trembling, as if he can't withstand such infinite soul power!

Looking at it, a dragon and a phoenix are entangled with each other in the painting, their bodies are intertwined, and their expressions are enjoyable.

Surrounded by a field of stars, the sun and the moon accompanied the starry sky to paint, and bursts of mighty aura rushed to the sky, as if to shoot down the endless stars.

The golden-scaled red-haired dragon bearded phoenix's beak is lifelike, and even the posture and expression of the dragon and the phoenix are supernatural in seconds, as if this dragon and a phoenix are hovering in front of him.

After a while, Ming Yueya gradually came back to her senses, and her eyes were demented;

"There is no Danqing hand in the world, only this painting determines the future. ”

"Qingfeng Zhenren, I apologize to you for the arrogance just now, it's my short-sightedness, and I hope that the real person won't blame you!"

At this moment, the fox also came back from the shock, and looked at Qingfeng Zhenren in a daze, he really had such a divine painting?

But the unyielding spirit in her heart didn't let her bow her head, and said bluntly: "This painting is indeed perfect, but it doesn't necessarily mean that he surpasses the painting saint's ink treasure, right?"

"You must know that painting is holy, and not all paintings can surpass his works!"

Suddenly, an aura rushed out of the painting, forming a golden dragon and an auspicious phoenix in front of everyone's eyes, and then a black ink unicorn rushed out of the ink painting on the other side.

The three sons play against each other, which is a confrontation from the ink painting, a battle between their disobedience and visions.

A dragon and a phoenix hovered in the air, their eyes were godless and the aura was overflowing, and the qilin on the other side also did not show weakness, and the rolling aura swarmed in.

The battle between a dragon, a phoenix and a unicorn unfolded in an instant, and the unicorn rushed first, with bursts of golden gas rippling on his body, and even the aura could not break through his defense.

The dragon and phoenix and the song, one gold and one red, two shock waves rushed into the sky, making the sound of the dragon chanting and the phoenix roaring in the air, instantly shattering the unicorn.

As soon as the Qilin was extinguished, the original Qilin Sky Diagram instantly caught fire out of thin air, and then turned into a pile of ashes under the gaze of several people.

A dragon and a phoenix lingered with each other for a moment, and returned to the dragon and phoenix lingering diagram again.

If it weren't for the flame in front of them, everyone wouldn't have believed that there was such a fierce battle between painting skills!

Because of this scene, the fox couldn't speak anymore, and slapped her hard like a slap.

Qingfeng Zhenren was shocked and said, "Hey, it's a pity that this ink treasure of the painting saint!"

If it weren't for the sneer at the corner of his mouth, others would really have to take it seriously.

And Ye Mingcang next to him was also stunned, he knew that Fang Yu's paintings were awesome, but he didn't know that Fang Yu's paintings were so awesome, and even the painting saints were not as good as him!

Painting is holy, painting is not as good as my junior brother, I am my junior brother's senior brother, then am I not the senior brother of the saint?

Hahahaha~

If Fang Yu knew, he would definitely praise him fiercely, it was really good logic!

"Qingfeng Zhenren, please tell me, what is this painting made by someone?" Ming Yueya's eyes were full of admiration.

Qingfeng Zhenren was about to open his mouth to tell Fang Yu's name, and slapped their faces fiercely, but he remembered Fang Yu's identity and the purpose of their coming here.

couldn't help but change the conversation and said: "This person.... This person ....."

Then he saw Ye Mingcang, who was smiling next to him, and his eyebrows turned: "This person is far away in the sky, close in front of him!"

Well?

Xiahu and Mingyueya's colleagues were stunned, and after going around for a while, they found that there were only four of them.

And Qingfeng Zhenren said before that this painting was made by his junior brother, is it... Ye Mingcang?