"What is the theme of painting?" Fan Li asked.

"This ......"

Mr. Ikawa would like to make his own proposition, so that he can have a greater advantage.

But the crowd around him was excited, no matter how thick-skinned he was, there was a limit, and he didn't dare to compete for the right to the proposition.

If Fan is allowed to leave the proposition, Mr. Yi Chuan is afraid of suffering.

He suddenly looked at the Cold Moon Holy Lord.

This woman seems to be carrying a strange treasure, and even he can't see through the cultivation?

But Yi Chuan at least saw that Hanyue was a sword cultivator, and he was obviously not very proficient in Confucianism and Taoism.

He smiled and said, "Why don't you ask this girl to propose, you and I will paint?" ”

Seeing that the Cold Moon Holy Lord was following Fan Li, the Confucian scholars thought that this suggestion was fair.

Fan Li doesn't care.

He nodded and said to Han Yue, "I'm sorry for you, let's come up with a topic." ”

"Me?"

Cold Moon frowned.

She didn't know anything about Confucianism, and she didn't know what subjects Fan Li was good at.

Although he had the intention to help Fan Li, it was difficult to ask directly.

"Just ask the question." Fan Li saw her hesitation, so he said with a smile.

The Cold Moon Holy Lord nodded.

She pondered for a moment, and finally said one word to her liking: "Sword!" ”

Painting Title: Sword?!

Mr. Ikawa smiled.

The sword is the soldier of the gentleman and the soldier of the king.

There are almost no Confucian cultivators in the world who can't use swords.

In other words, the higher the level of Confucianism, the more thorough the understanding of the sword.

Mr. Yichuan is a product of the Dao realm, while Fan Li is building a foundation of three products, and the two realms are very different.

Isn't painting with a sword as a theme a winner already divided?

"Come on!"

"Molai!"

"Here comes the paper!"

Mr. Yi Chuan was in high spirits, but he choked Zhu Ziyang.

After a moment's thought, he began to pick up his pen and paint.

He deserves to be in the realm of the Dao Realm!

When the pen and ink fell on the paper, there was immediately a sword aura, and the sound of Jin Ge was endless!

The Confucian scholars who were watching secretly exclaimed, saying that Mr. Yichuan had real material after all.

Look at Fan Li again?

He clasped his hands on his chest, bowed his head and pondered, and did not write for a long time.

Time passed bit by bit.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Mr. Yi Chuan's paintings had already taken shape, but the rice paper spread out in front of Fan Li was blank.

Mr. Yi Chuan peeked at Fan Li on the other side.

Scold!

This kid!

After all, he is too young, how can he compare to the old man's years of precipitation?

Seeing that Fan Li had not moved, Han Yue was also anxious in her heart.

She wanted to say a few words of encouragement to Fan Li, but seeing him twist her eyebrows and ponder, she was afraid that she would interrupt the other party's thoughts, so she could only endure it.

In fact, Hanyue's worries were completely unnecessary.

Fan leaves the past and present lives, and integrates the memories of the two lives, how can he be without ink?

Contrary.

With the sword as the theme, it is not that he has no ideas, but that he has too many ideas and does not know how to choose.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles?

A full house of 3,000 drunk, a sword frost and 14 continents?

My sword is yours...... Ah, forget it.

Suddenly!

Fan centrifugal in the light!

Since the theme is the sword, why don't you draw the strongest sword in the world?

It's just that this seems to be a bit of a suspicion of cheating?

For the sake of the opponent being Mr. Yi Chuan, Fan Li has no psychological obstacles to cheating.

He glanced at his opponent sympathetically, and said in his heart: Old guy, if you meet your father-in-law this time, you can only be considered unlucky.

"Painted!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the "Hundred Soldiers Worshipping the Sword Map" made by the old man."

Almost at the same time that Fan Li started painting, Mr. Ikawa had already finished his work!

In a flash!

In the Luming Academy, the sound of swords is endless.

Several phantoms appeared and disappeared in the sky, all holding long swords, looking at all beings in the world like kings.

The Confucian scholars finally saw the "Hundred Soldiers Worshipping the Sword Picture" clearly.

in the figure.

Hundreds of weapons are broken or broken, dilapidated.

Only a long sword was inserted into the top of the mountain, and the sword spike fluttered in the wind, showing the king's calm bearing.

"Zheng ~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The voice of Jin Ge came from the painting.

A huge golden sword, with the scroll as its scabbard, slowly 'pulled' out and erected between heaven and earth.

"This is a gentleman's sword!"

"It's also the sword of kings!"

Mr. Ikawa laughed as if he had a chance to win.

The Confucian scholars looked up at the golden giant sword, and they really had an urge to kneel down and worship.

The gap in the realm is huge, and they have all been subdued by Mr. Yi Chuan's "Hundred Soldiers Worshipping the Sword Map".

"Congratulations, teacher! Congratulations to Mr. ”

"As soon as "Hundred Soldiers Worship the Sword" comes out, it is difficult for a famous Confucian in the world to surpass the teacher's paintings, let alone this kid?"

Zhu Ziyang sent the sycophant for the first time, and Mr. Yichuan's laughter became more and more hearty!

Of the people present, only Fan Li and Han Yue were not affected in the slightest.

Han Yue glanced at the Giant Sword Phantom and snorted coldly, his heart full of disdain.

Gentleman's sword? King's Sword?

With the understanding of the three products of the Cold Moon Mahayana Realm of the way of swords, this is at most the self-congratulatory fantasy of the sour Confucians.

Swords, just killing weapons.

The way of the sword is only the way to kill.

With a long sword in hand, unstoppable, everything is broken, that's all!

The Cold Moon Holy Lord has absolute confidence, if Mr. Ichuan competes with her in the same realm, she can kill Mr. Ichuan within a hundred moves!

This is the gap between a true sword cultivator and a Confucian swordsman.

"Has Fan Li finished painting?"

Han Yue no longer paid attention to the Giant Sword Phantom, and her eyes fell on Fan Li's paintings.

The next moment!

Her body is shaky, and she can't stand steadily!?

Fan Li's painting actually made Han Yue feel that the foundation of kendo had been greatly impacted, and his mind was lost for a while!

"What are you drawing!?" Hanyue couldn't help but scream.

Her voice immediately attracted countless eyes from the surroundings.

But before Fan Li could answer, the vision of heaven and earth had already formed!

The sky, the sea of clouds is like being slashed by a sword, and it is actually divided into four pieces!

Every sea of clouds is as scarlet as blood.

In the depths of the sea of clouds, there seemed to be countless huge figures, but they were all dying, making a terrible scream that flickered far and near!

The Confucian students couldn't help but suspect that there was no longer a desirable fairy realm in the sky, only a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?!

And there was a sudden wind, and it blew and made people's cheeks ache.

The King's Sword, which was originally floating in mid-air, was crushed and shattered by the aura overflowing from Fan Li's paintings!

In the scroll, there are four awe-inspiring sword intents, as if they are about to break through the shackles of the paper at any time.

"You...... What did you draw?! Mr. Ikawa was so shocked and angry that he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The crowd was also anxious.

Compared with the color change of heaven and earth, Fan Li's paintings are simply unremarkable.

On a whole sheet of rice paper, he only drew four swords with similar shapes.

It's not even like painting.

More like a sword mold drawing used to forge a sword?

Four swords, Fan Li fell next to the sword one by one.

"Punishment...... Kill...... Break off...... Trapped......"

The Cold Moon Holy Lord read these four words with difficulty, forcibly endured the feeling of a headache, and looked at Fan Li with inquiring eyes.

What does that mean?

Fan Li glanced at her lightly, and then glanced at the people around him.

"Please appreciate it, this is the Zhuxian Sword, the Killing Immortal Sword, the Absolute Immortal Sword, and the Trapping Immortal Sword, collectively known as the Four Swords of Zhuxian."

After a slight pause, Fan Li recited a poem:

"Not copper, not iron, not steel, once hidden under Mount Meru."

"If you don't use yin and yang to refine upside down, won't there be water and fire to quench the edge?"

"Punish the immortals, kill the immortals, and trap the immortals everywhere with red light."

"The changes of the absolute immortals are infinitely wonderful, and the blood of the Daluo immortals is stained."