This "cage map" is Yue Qingfeng's painstaking work, and the paper villain is also a magic weapon specially prepared by him, and it took a lot of thought.

He originally wanted to use this thing to compete with Ning Que, but after losing two games in a row, Yue Qingfeng was already standing on the edge of the cliff of defeat and had to take out the ability to press the bottom of the box.

"If you can break this, I'll serve you!" Yue Qingfeng said through gritted teeth.

Fang Feiyang smiled: "What's so difficult about this?"

While laughing, he wrote in mid-air without thinking - "Jin Lin is a thing in the pool, and it will turn into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds." ”

As soon as the last word "dragon" was written, the little man who was bound by the shackles roared in the sky, and then his body suddenly swelled, breaking all the copper flail chains bound to his body.

And that wasn't the end, the paper man's clothes and skin were torn apart, and hideous dragon horns were exposed on his head, and a tail covered with scales came out of his tail vertebrae.

In just a few seconds, the little paper man turned into a golden dragon with a head and tail, and with a little force, it collapsed the cell where he was imprisoned, and then swallowed all the jailers with swords in one bite, and then rose into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

This scene stunned everyone, that is a dragon, a legendary beast, can actually be conjured?

Yue Qingfeng, on the other hand, took a few steps back while holding his chest, and a trail of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

This "Prison Cage Diagram" was infused with all of his soul power, and now it was broken by Fang Feiyang, causing him to suffer a backlash and was already seriously injured.

It stands to reason that there is no need to continue this competition on the way of poetry and painting, Fang Feiyang has already won an overwhelming victory, but Yue Qingfeng's face showed a somewhat hissed smile.

"Hahaha, I see, I see!"

Although he didn't know what Yue Qingfeng was laughing at, Fang Feiyang still asked, "Have you taken it?"

Before the competition just now, Yue Qingfeng had spoken first. If Fang Feiyang can break his "cage diagram" again, he will truly admit defeat.

However, now Yue Qingfeng obviously didn't intend to keep his promise.

"Why should I be convinced?" Yue Qingfeng pointed at Fang Feiyang and said with a smile: "I have already seen your two fatal shortcomings, if I fight you again next time, you will definitely lose." ”

"Oh. Is it?" Fang Feiyang also smiled: "What shortcomings do I have, you might as well talk about it." ”

"First, you can only write poetry, not draw. ”

His words reminded many people present that Fang Feiyang was indeed just breaking through the realm with a poem just now. Didn't paint a single picture.

"Second, you're only good at breaking games, but you can't set up games. Yue Qingfeng's voice was wheezing like pulling a bellows, but there was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "If you can be like me, use poetry and painting to create a scene, and gather momentum, I will truly obey you!"

"That's right. Immediately said on the side: "What kind of ability is it to break the game with light, you are a real hero if you can set up a game, if you can't do it." This first question has not been solved by your Yunhai Immortal Sect. ”

Fang Feiyang was already too lazy to talk to Yue Qingfeng, but Yue Qingfeng and Chun Seventeen were still not giving up, so there was no way, they could only teach them a profound lesson.

"You want me to paint?"

"That's right, will you?" said Yue Qingfeng with a sneer.

"What do you want me to do like you, and make a "poetic painting"?"

"You don't need to do my journey, as long as your poems and paintings can achieve the effect of influencing other people's mood and momentum, even if you pass!"

"Okay, then I'll just make it difficult. ”

Fang Feiyang tilted his head sideways and thought about it, and began to write. But the state seems careless!

Although he is a human being in two lives, Fang Feiyang has never been in contact with painting, and he can be said to know nothing about various painting techniques, but he wants to integrate his soul power into painting. Condensing momentum, it is even more difficult.

After a few strokes, most people could see that he was a complete layman, and Yue Qingfeng showed an expression of "I guessed that you couldn't draw" on his face, and said with a smug smile: "You mess, what are you drawing?"

Fang Feiyang ignored him. Yue Qingfeng reluctantly looked at it, and after a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said: "Are you painting landscapes?" Then are you going to go freehand, light silk, splash ink or gongbi line? Not to mention anything else, there is no difference between the shades of your ink, and the overall lack of layering has already made a big taboo in landscape painting!"

Fang Feiyang ignored him and continued to paint, Yue Qingfeng frowned and looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "You changed to painting characters again?" Then the lines are not soft, and the proportions are obviously distorted!"

Speaking of this, Yue Qingfeng shook his head, and he had lost the patience to look at it: "With your painting level, it is a pipe dream to condense the artistic conception and momentum!"

Not only him, but also many people in the audience who know a little bit about painting, and at this moment they all feel that Fang Feiyang may not be able to pass this level.

A few minutes later, Fang Feiyang's masterpiece was completed.

I saw a banana tree and a big rooster in a cage painted crookedly in mid-air, the banana tree was painted in pitch black, fortunately its leaves have characteristics, otherwise it may be thought that it is a rockery.

The rooster even forgot to draw the cockscomb, if it weren't for a few tail feathers, it would be no different from a hen, and as for being locked in a cage, I don't know what the meaning is.

And the most important thing is that there is no fluctuation of soul power in the first half of this painting, let alone condensing the artistic conception and momentum.

"This is what you did?" The blood on the corner of Yue Qingfeng's mouth hadn't been wiped off yet, but at this moment, his mood was happy, and he was finally able to give out the stuffy breath in his chest just now.

"That's right, what do you think?" Fang Feiyang also responded with a smile.

"In terms of painting techniques, it's a mess, and in terms of condensation and momentum, I don't feel any pressure. Yue Qingfeng sneered and said, "This proves that my evaluation of you just now is completely correct. ”

"Oh, I'm a very aggressive painting, do you really understand?"

"What's not to understand about this?" Yue Qingfeng pouted and said, "A banana tree, a big rooster in a cage, that's all, there is a fart attack power." ”

"Looks like you still don't understand. Fang Feiyang raised his paintbrush again and said, "Let me explain a little, and you will understand." ”

As he spoke, he continued to write two rows of elegant and chic handwriting next to the painting, which at first glance should be a couplet.

Shanglian: I'm freehand, I'm splashing ink, it's about your birds?

Downlink: Paint landscapes, draw people!

"Draw a chicken!"

"Draw a chicken!"

Yue Qingfeng read it twice, and didn't understand anything for a while, but Shang Yunxiao, who was not far away, suddenly laughed out loud.

One man took the lead, and unbridled laughter rang out one after another.

It was only at this time that Yue Qingfeng reacted, his face first turned red for a moment, and then he "fluttered", raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then took one bite after another, and couldn't stop anymore.

"Look, I told you just now, this painting is very aggressive, you still don't listen to it, are you dumbfounded now?" Fang Feiyang said with his hands behind his back on the side: "Writing poems and painting books is for entertainment, today Brother Qingfeng actually vomited dozens of taels of blood, which is unprecedented, and the younger brother admires and admires." (To be continued.) )xh118