On the second floor of Lingmo Xuan, the undercurrent is rolling. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Before Zhuo Liang and the two daughters started to fight, the "Huiwei" between the two sides alone shocked everyone around them, and almost everyone including Zhuo Wen didn't dare to gasp, especially the moment when the two of them began to take out the spirit pen, this kind of "Huiwei" that seemed to be like a boulder pressing on their hearts almost rose another level!

Zhuo Wen, who is closest to this whirlpool, is undoubtedly the most profound, he didn't feel anything before, but now when he feels it carefully, he really understands the horror of the painter!

It's terrifying, under this kind of aura, let alone attacking the painter with a knife, I'm afraid that even looking at each other face-to-face will involuntarily tremble, right? Zhuo Wen couldn't help but sigh, seeing the strength of the painter, he was even more eager to become one of them.

At this time, even the worldly painters who bought ink ingots on the first floor felt the subtlety of the upstairs, and some scheming people vaguely guessed something based on the two daughters of Zhuo Liang who went up one after another.

There is absolutely no mistake, this is only a "Huiwei" that can only be produced when powerful painters fight each other! In the face of this kind of deterrent power of painters and students, mortals only deserve to look up!

All of a sudden, those who are afraid of things go timidly, those who are afraid of sticking to trouble, and those who are bold and careful stay, all want to witness the battle between painters!

Holding the pen in her right hand slightly, her left hand has quietly touched the small rice paper tied around her waist, Zhuo Ya's expression is sharper and sharper, although she has the advantage of equipment, but the opponent is a painter of a small level higher than herself, she still dare not be careless!

Like Zhuo Ya, Liang Yan also put away her bone fan, one stroke in front, one hand in the back, on her slender waist like a snake, she also tied a small roll of rice paper, she also did not dare to slack off.

Seeing such a scene, Zhuo Wen was actually more excited than anyone else, because he would soon be able to peek into the mystery of the painter, but now this appetite is enough, you guys are going to fight quickly, if you continue to brew, I can't help but pick my feet! Damn, the original owner of this body has such heavy athlete's foot, itching to death!

"Edelweiss white jade goose!" Zhuo Ya finally screamed at this time, but when she saw the small rice paper on her waist faint away, a picture scroll suddenly flew in front of her.

Seeing this painting, Zhuo Wen was stunned, he was no stranger to it, because when she tried Zhuo Ya by herself, she used this picture!

Seeing that Zhuo Ya was one step ahead, Liang Yan was not far behind, and when she slapped a small rice paper, an object suddenly flew out, and it turned out to be a finishing painting!

"Eye-catching!" The two girls drank at the same time, and at the same time pointed to their own paintings, this stroke, there is almost no decoration at all, Zhuo Wen's previous guess is really good, this pen is a psychic stroke, and it is important to contact the painting spirit!

Speaking of which, Zhuo Wen also noticed a detail just now, when Zhuo Ya used the finishing touch, there was no link to dip in ink, and similarly, Liang Yan did not have this link when using the finishing touch.

In fact, it is not difficult to come up with an answer to this point as long as you think about it carefully. After all, in a battle where every second counts, the enemy will not give you time to ink, and it is very likely that the painter has dipped the ink with a pen before the battle and put it in his storage space for storage, so that he can use the finishing touch at any time.

This is the same as the need to prepare bullets before using a pistol. In this way, it can be seen that painting is not only a technical job, but also a mental job!

Seeing this, Zhuo Wen understood a truth, that is, a painter with a bad IQ, even if his talent is greatly reduced, correspondingly, if he is a person with poor talent but IQ, then his intelligence is enough to make up for his lack of talent.

When two painters are fighting, unless the realm is too different, the well-prepared artist will always be the easiest person to take advantage of the tailwind, which is the same as being a human being.

Although having said that, if the situation is not urgent, Zhuo Wen believes that the quality of the painting spirit summoned by the on-site inkstone painting will definitely far exceed this short-key summoning method. In fact, Zhuo Wen was right, but in most cases, this is not possible to happen in the first round.

Because your opponent often won't give you that opportunity, and you, too, won't give your opponent that opportunity......

As the brushes of the two girls fell, but seeing that their respective scrolls trembled slightly, they spontaneously combusted out of thin air in an instant, and before the painting spirit came, a more powerful "Huiwei" first attacked the scene!

Under the pressure of this unprecedented deterrent, Liu Dahai first slammed his butt with a "oops, mom", followed by Liang Yan's two followers, almost all of them were half-kneeling, and their faces were full of embarrassment!

"I see.,I've been wanting to complain just now.,I didn't expect this little rice paper to be a thing that stores Wenbao.,Call it 'Storage Picture Scroll' for the time being.,Anyway, it's a systematic thing with what storage ring... Holding on to his legs, Zhuo Wen gritted his teeth, but his eyes lit up, no wonder Zhuo Liang's two daughters moved so consistently. Speaking of which, when she fought with Zhuo Ya before, she also used the same technique, but Zhuo Wen didn't notice it at that time.

"First draw the work and seal it, and then sacrifice it during the battle to put the finishing touch on it and summon it quickly, is the battle of the painter in the landscape world like this?" Zhuo Wen muttered to himself, although he felt that his conjecture was already eight or nine ten, but to be honest, he always had a weird feeling, and always felt that the battle between painters should not be as monotonous as summoning Pokemon...

Bang!

Bang!

The two painting spirits, who were almost the same size, suddenly jumped out of the half-burned picture scroll!

In an instant, I felt that the entire Lingmo Xuan was trembling, and the people on the first floor were even sprinkled with the powder spilled from the ceiling, and suddenly there was a whine and scolding of the father, but fortunately, Liu Dahai did not skimp on building materials when decorating Lingmo Xuan, otherwise this alone would be enough to shake the ceiling out of cracks!

The power of painting spirits can be seen in this way!

Because Liang Yan's painting is in a state with his back to Zhuo Wen, so Zhuo Wen doesn't know what she painted, originally thought that Liang Yan's such a charming woman summoned should be a painting spirit not far from her image, Zhuo Wen had guessed that it was a cat and a fox, but he never expected that what Liang Yan summoned turned out to be a chicken!

Yes, a chicken that stands up no shorter than Zhuoya's giant goose! And even has the habit of crowing, in terms of chicken specifications, this is undoubtedly the king of the legendary chickens: the battle chicken!

"Damn! It's a chicken, right, this thing is a chicken, right?" Zhuo Wen couldn't help but scream suddenly, and his face couldn't help crying! Originally, Zhuo Ya summoned a goose to complain about a pot by himself, but he didn't expect this Liang Yan to be even more ruthless, and he actually summoned a chicken to come out, hey, is this the rhythm of opening a breeding farm? Where is your noble style as a painter?

It seemed to be a particularly sensitive word, but seeing that Liang Yanqiao's face was hot, she glanced at Zhuo Wen coldly: "Little guy, pay attention to your rhetoric, what kind of chicken, don't you have eyes? I am a noble and elegant 'black chicken'! I am a nobleman among chickens!"

The giant chicken next to Liang Yan also flapped its wings very dissatisfiedly at this time, as if in protest, but unfortunately its low level did not arrive and it couldn't make a sound.

"The nobility of chickens... Isn't it still a chicken... Zhuo Wen's voice gradually weakened, and when he came back to his senses, he really wanted to slap himself, and sure enough, even though there was a considerable difference, he still saw a face that was originally extremely beautiful gradually turning hideous...

"I said... You beep (sensitive word), I think you think this world is too impetuous, right?

In an instant, Zhuo Wen felt as if he had seen the emoji of the rampaging comics, and suddenly his cold hair exploded, and his intestines were green with regret. One Zhuoya is enough to kill herself half, and now I even mess with a Liang Yan who is not much inferior to her?

Zhuo Wen was already remorseful enough, but he didn't expect Zhuo Ya to come to a insinuating divine mending knife at this time!

"Hahahaha! Well said, I really deserve to be a member of my Zhuo family! What kind of aristocracy among chickens, after all, it's still chickens? Hahaha, I've decided, I'll call you Liang Ji in the future!"

Girl... I don't know you... Don't talk to me...

At this moment, Zhuo Wen just wanted to make a sad expression.