"Next, Zhuo Wen!"

As Zhuo Wei's words fell, the eyes of the audience suddenly shifted, looking at the young man who was sitting in the middle of the left side and had been silent, not far away, Zhuo Feng also felt his heartbeat speed and his fists clenched. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although Zhuo Feng was confident that he could definitely surpass Zhuo Wen, for some reason, after being hit by Zhuo Ya just now, he suddenly became a little bottomless, and always felt that he seemed to think that everything was too beautiful and ideal.

Is his own bloodline really the best in the audience except for Zhuoya? If so, then the gap between his second place and Zhuoya's first place is inevitably too big, right?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Feng couldn't help but start to wonder what level of bloodline light that these peers around him had attracted at that time, forgive him for not coming back to his senses until now to pay attention to these things, some people he wouldn't grow without being hit.

Zhuo Wen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard that he was finally named, and wanted to step forward, but he was afraid that Ahri next to him would have an accident.

"Leave her to me, you don't have to worry. At this time, Zhuo Ya next to her also saw Zhuo Wen's concerns, and leaned over slightly, wanting to take Ahri over.

For this beautiful girl who often follows Zhuo Wen, in fact, Zhuo Ya still has an impression, I remember that when Zhuo Wen returned the day before yesterday, this girl who suddenly appeared has been inseparable from him, and even moved into Zhuo Wen's courtyard, sometimes the two get along, even more crooked than Liang Si.

Zhuo Ya saw it in her eyes, although she was a little jealous, but she didn't say anything, because according to Zhuo Wen's explanation, this girl named Ahri was his savior, with a relatively small mind and a childlike personality.

Zhuoya originally thought it was an excuse, but after these days of observation, she could see that this Ahri's mind was at most about ten years old, and this kind of childish girl did not necessarily have any difference between men and women, so Zhuoya was relieved, and sure enough, her biological enemy was still Liang Si.

Zhuo Wen hesitated, but still handed Ahri to Zhuoya, but when he left, he still didn't forget to whisper in her ear: "Her identity is special, you pay attention, don't let her identity be discovered, otherwise I'm afraid it won't end well." ”

So far, Zhuo Wen can be regarded as seeing that Ahri seems to be born with the instinct to conceal all her breath, whether she is transformed or not, as long as her combat ability is not released, she is a mortal woman in anyone's eyes.

This kind of concealment method must be said to be wonderful, and it is also similar to Wu Shan's disguise, but the former is obviously more advanced, Zhuo Wen estimates, let alone reach the artistic conception, I am afraid that even if it is a Fengwang painter who has entered the soul realm, it will be difficult to see through Ahri without the help of secret methods.

This is not accidental, it should be related to the noble bloodline of Ahri, after all, she is also the biological daughter of the painting saint, and her mother is the famous nine-tailed fox, the two bloodlines are combined, if any cat and dog can see through her, then the Ran Sheng couple can be regarded as a fool.

At this time, Zhuo Wen handed Ahri to Zhuoya, as long as she was calm enough, she should not expose Ahri.

"Special?" Zhuo Ya was puzzled by Zhuo Wen's inexplicable words, but seeing his cautious look, she expected that this matter must not be as simple as it seemed, so she didn't dare to be too slack, and she nodded seriously: "I know, I'll pay attention, you go up quickly." ”

Zhuo Wen nodded, just wanted to leave, hesitated and smiled awkwardly, and instructed again: "Pay attention to her skirt... Uh, don't let something come out. ”

Zhuo Ya's face turned red, Zhuo Wen's words made her a little mistaken, some things originally referred to the tail, but Zhuo Wen was not easy to say, under the ambiguity of the language, it was some shameful things in Zhuo Ya's ears, and Zhuo Wen was not serious, and couldn't help scolding: "It's a stinky rascal, you hurry up and die, I will take care of your little wife, are you relieved?"

"Uh-uh, then please. Zhuo Wen smiled awkwardly, then took a deep breath and walked onto the stage.

"The predecessors have tested. As soon as he came on stage, Zhuo Wen smiled at Zhuo Ran, and arched his hands slightly, which was regarded as a salute.

"Sit down. Zhuo Ran smiled back, and with a guide of his hand, Zhuo Wen immediately knelt down in front of Zhuo Ran.

At this time, the surroundings couldn't help but be quiet, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhuo Wen, and only whispers could be heard.

During this period of time, Zhuo Wen's reputation in Xuancheng is really thunderous, but in all the streets and alleys, there is no one who does not know this name, even if he disappears for three months, for his deeds, Xuancheng is still spreading, after all, Zhuo Wen's series of achievements are too dazzling, many people even spend their lives to achieve one, this is not a joke.

First of all, let's talk about Zhuo Wen's first achievement, he is the first congenital leapfrog painter in Mozhou in a hundred years, that is, the Holy Ancestor, although in fact Zhuo Wen is a higher level of the Holy Ancestor's protégé, but obviously no one dares to think about this aspect, or no one can distinguish between the outgoing and the protégé, because Mozhou is too scarce, and there is really a lack of knowledgeable people.

You must know that even if the protégé of the Holy Ancestor is in Shuzhou, it is a rare existence, not to mention the inferior state like Mozhou, which lacks painting skills, it is normal to be ignored, after all, not everyone is as sharp-eyed as Ran Sheng.

Legend has it that all the innate painters in the world studied under the painting ancestor Wu Daozi, and according to the grace of the Holy Ancestor, from low to high, there are disciples, protégés, and disciples.

The disciple can be said to be the registered disciple of the painting ancestor, and in any empire in the landscape world, he has an identity that is at least comparable to the earl level, and he can be said to be a natural painting noble.

Protégé, you can claim to be the inner disciple of the ancestor, the status of the disciple is greater, the protégé in any empire in the landscape world, have the right to see the emperor not kneel, what's more, the emperor sees the most senior disciple but also takes off the crown to salute, and so on, the leopard in the tube, it can be seen!

Men, protégé, disciple, although these names are all titles, but they are also a symbol of status! Because the innate painter has the imprint of the Holy Ancestor Painting Dao, this kind of identity cannot be impersonated in theory, so it seems that these people are noble.

After talking about the congenital painter, I have to talk about Zhuo Wen's second achievement, that is, he is the dark horse with a full score in this painting assessment!

Although the second achievement is much inferior to the first achievement, a perfect score is still a very unprecedented thing in Mozhou.

Being able to get a full score in the painting test, from another point of view, is enough to show that Zhuo Wen's wisdom is extraordinary, which can be learned from the Taifu Tang Shi of the East Palace of Mozhou, that is, the legendary first day of Mozhou, and he was also the champion of the painting who won the full score!

Later, Zhuo Wen was also the champion of the Three Clans Elite Doutu Conference, and he was also the only teenager in Xuancheng who had three up-and-coming reputations for hundreds of years. There are so many columns, and every column is amazing... Recently, it has been rumored that yesterday he induced two successive grants, and it was rumored that it was called a look, just like the real thing.

Although many people have not seen it with their own eyes, judging from the fact that Zhuo Wen has suddenly risen by two levels, the rumors should be true!

Such a young man with all kinds of light in one body naturally has an extraordinary impact, even if many people have suppressed and slandered Zhuo Wen, it still can't stop the spread of the population. Gradually, some ignorant children even played it as an idol.

For Zhuo Wen, a new star who has risen in the Zhuo family since half a year ago, his attention is obviously undoubted, in fact, some guests in the hall came to the Zhuo family precisely to see whether this Zhuo family genius who has been rumored by the outside world will create miracles and new achievements, and they all want to become witnesses of this history.

It's a pity that Zhuo Feng is not from Xuancheng, otherwise I am afraid that when facing Zhuo Wen, he would not have such a blind sense of confidence.

......

The pressure is still there, but it is not the pressure from the sight around him, Zhuo Wen was also a social figure who attracted much attention in his previous life, so he naturally would not be at a loss because of being noticed, the source of his pressure is something else!

Looking at the bloodline book on the low table, a sense of dizziness came to him, and at this moment, Zhuo Wen felt that there seemed to be an invisible ripple in the bloodline book, constantly winding around him, giving him a heavy feeling as if he had been filled with lead.

Zhuo Wen couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, looked up at Zhuo Ran, and felt that although Zhuo Ran was still smiling as before, Zhuo Wen seemed to be able to see a trace of profound charm in the corners of her eyes.

I don't know if it's my own delusion, Zhuo Wen always feels that Zhuo Ran's test of himself doesn't seem to be as simple as just a bloodline test?

"Let's start dripping blood?" As she spoke, Zhuo Ran covered her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed gently, only she could see a lump of coughed blood in the handkerchief, but she clenched the handkerchief tightly to hide this detail.

"Maybe it's really me thinking too much, right?" muttered in his heart, Zhuo Wen took a breath again, quickly discarded the distracting thoughts, and agreed, before taking out the knife and slashing it quickly in his index finger.

The blood, boiling hot, flowed out and slowly dripped into the blood book in the eyes of the dry and intent... (To be continued.) )