Zhang Lie began to recite the long and elaborate memorial to the ancestor wedge, and like the previous Huicai empowerment, at the beginning of the Shentai ceremony, the same divine light descended and hit Zhuo Wen directly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Obviously, the light of the empowerment is a textureless thing, but Zhuo Wen felt that his entire body was shaken, and as the light was gradually absorbed by him, he felt more and more light and energetic.

Clenched his fists, feeling the explosive power in it, the corners of Zhuo Wen's lips lifted, believing that if he encountered those killers last time at this moment, he would have the strength to fight. It's a pity, my natal spirit...

Zhuo Wen originally thought that it was a mosquito that flew by accident, but he didn't expect that in the light of the empowerment, Zhuo Wen still saw the figure of the mosquito again, there is no doubt that his natal painting spirit is indeed a mosquito...

Mosquito... That's enough, why is this thing going on? Do you bite the enemy and make the enemy itch and lose the heart to paint?

Zhuo Wen's everything is smooth sailing, it's this natal painting spirit... It's really powerless to complain......

This time, Zhang Lie and Chen Deke's eyes widened, last time they couldn't see the natal painting spirit from Zhuo Wen because of physical strength, this time they finally turned on the magic power of "seeing the subtle knowledge", and planned to take a peek at it, it's okay not to look at it, when they saw it, they almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

Zhang Lie's face was full of astonishment, and he looked at Chen De, both of them had an unbelievable look, no wonder they couldn't see it before, this kind of painting spirit is inevitably too small, too brittle, and too nonexistent, right?

Chen De suddenly cried and laughed, this is really a jealous talent, looking at him, it must be Zhuo Wen's talent is too good, even the sky is jealous, which caused his natal painting spirit to become garbage... Forget it, it's much better than not having a natal painting spirit, give Zhang Lie a look, and the latter hurriedly came back to his senses and announced the end of the baptism ceremony.

After Zhuo Wen stepped down, there was a lot of discussion in the audience, these candidates did not have the supernatural powers of subtle knowledge, so in their opinion, there was no existence of natal painting spirit in Zhuo Wen's empowerment light.

These candidates didn't know what this meant, as if they thought that their realm was too low to see the truth, because from the shocked eyes of the two examiners, they thought that Zhuo Wen had made another move against the sky, and they couldn't help but be jealous again.

The rest of the candidates came to the stage one by one to receive the empowerment of painting talents, obviously it is easy to see, the light that descends is even weaker than that of Zhuo Wenshi, they all became painters without surprise, and there are also natal painting spirits, which are nothing more than kittens and dogs that are small animals that look like scum.

Zhuo Wen couldn't help but smile bitterly, even kittens and dogs are much better than his mosquitoes, and now he has begun to pray to heaven that his mosquitoes are female mosquitoes, because male mosquitoes are vegetarians, and they can't even bite people, and they are even more rubbish.

It was Liang Si's turn to take the stage, and at this time, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but concentrate a little.

Liang Silian stepped onto the stage and looked down, but her eyes inadvertently touched everything with Zhuo Wen, the latter scratched his head with an embarrassed smile, and the former snorted coquettishly, and turned his face aside with a slightly red face.

"Ice Spirit Altar, open. Zhang Lie fell, and began to use the painting to activate and contact the Shentai, but after a short time, the light of empowerment appeared, shining on Liang Si's body.

Liang Si originally had bright eyes, bright teeth, red lips and white teeth, bathed in the light of dazzling painting talents, at this moment he was the icing on the cake, looking even more handsome and elegant, even if he was dressed as a teenager, it was also extremely moving, even those young candidates who didn't know her authenticity couldn't help but look a little stunned, and couldn't help but be jealous in their hearts How could there be such a handsome man in this world.

Male candidates are like this, and female candidates are even more stunned. With excellent talent and proud face, such a beautiful man, isn't he a real man?

Only Zhuo Wen, a person who knows the truth, will not make such a fuss, but when he saw Liang Si's dazzling appearance as if he had descended from the world, he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart, oops, what a beautiful girl, if she wears women's clothes, she is definitely not inferior to Zhuo Ya and Liang Yan, but why does she just not learn well and has to be "Zhu Yingtai"?

Liang Si's natal painting spirit appeared, and Zhuo Wen saw it so clearly, it turned out to be a little sparrow... My God, how can these candidates' paintings be more wonderful than the other?

Liang Si doesn't seem to be very satisfied with her painting spirits, but there is no way, the natal painting spirits are all predestined, and she can only accept this result.

The next step to the stage is to destroy the sky for a hundred miles.

Zhuo Wen was very curious about the origin of the Hundred Miles of Heaven Annihilation, and concluded that he was not an ordinary person, so he felt that his natal painting spirit should be relatively more combative, but he didn't expect what happened in reality, but he stabbed Zhuo Wen's dog eyes fiercely.

Crab! The natal spirit of this thing turned out to be a crab!

When he saw the aquatic products that appeared in the light of the empowerment of the Hundred Miles of Destroying Heavens, Zhuo Wen only felt that his eggs hurt, what is this, the solemn and sacred Ice Spirit Terrace, is it a platform for the production of food and small animals?

"It's me." Wu Shan laughed, and immediately after the hundred miles of annihilation, he also came to the stage.

"Forget it, it must be some kind of hairy dog's painting spirit, maybe it may be a shrimp. He shook his head with a wry smile, under the influence of the Hundred Miles of Heaven Annihilation, Zhuo Wen's expectations for Wu Shan were gone. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Wen was slapped in the face again.

"Roar!" As if he could roar out, he saw that Wu Shan's natal spirit turned out to be a majestic tiger!

"It turned out to be a tiger beast natal painting spirit, not bad. At this time, Chen and Zhang, the two examiners couldn't help but praise Wu Shan, because seeing that now, only Wu Shan's natal painting spirit can be regarded as a painter, and others such as mosquitoes, sparrows, and crabs are all combat effectiveness and there is no scum even 5.

A high-level natal spirit symbolizes high-level combat power, which is enough to make up for the lack of talent in this candidate. It seems that Wu Shan is this kind of person, his talent is not very good, and his grades are also at the bottom, but his natal painting spirit is the most combat effective among all the candidates in the audience, which makes many people who despised him before can't help but tremble.

As far as Wu Shan's gaze is concerned, he is definitely a boss-like existence in the same level of painters, and it will be even more difficult to grow up in the future! But fortunately, his talent is poor, and I am afraid that he will not be so easy to upgrade.

The baptism of the Shentai is over, and the next time is to award the top three medals of honor to the candidates.

According to the rules of the painting competition, in addition to getting the corresponding four treasures of the study, the top three painters can also choose to settle in the Zhuo family to become honorary painters and enjoy the treatment of the guest, but the second place Liang Si is obviously impossible to accept this condition because he is the Liang family, and after receiving the Wenbao reward, he left with the clansmen, but before leaving, when passing by Zhuo Wen's side, she still coldly threw out a far-reaching sentence: "Zhuo Wen is right, I will remember your ......"

Looking at the departing figure of this tomboy, Zhuo Wen only smiled bitterly.