The emperor's heart instantly became nervous again.

It is useless to be stronger than Liu Haoxue, and what Chen Changfeng wants to win today is Yan Liben of the Great Chu Empire.

When Xiang Qingqing heard Yan Liben's words, the smug smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

Even if Chen Changfeng has some skills, in front of Yan Liben, he is also an inconspicuous waste.

In this first Danqing competition, the Ming Empire lost.

Chen Changfeng just smiled faintly, and the movements in his hands still did not pause at all.

Yan Liben said that he was only better than Liu Haoxue, because his vision was narrow.

After a few breaths, the onlookers saw that the entire image of the emperor's upper body had been completed on the canvas.

"Look at His Majesty's eyes on the canvas, oh my God, even the reflection in the pupils has been painted."

"I saw it, and I even felt the domineering aura in the eyes of His Majesty in the portrait."

"If this portrait is painted in its entirety, it should be quite powerful."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really has two brushes, but I don't know how he compares to Yan Liben......"

Half of the portrait of the emperor was completed, and many Ming officials were secretly amazed.

I didn't expect Chen Changfeng, the prince, to have such ability.

But some people are worried that no matter how good Chen Changfeng's painting is, it can't compare to Yan Liben.

"Old Yan, his painting ......" Xiang Qingqing's face was dark, and she began to be faintly worried.

"It's okay, Prince Daming does have some skills, and he is looking down on him, but well, this painting is still a little worse."

"It's just on a par with my most proud disciple." Yan Liben smiled slightly.

Xiang Qingqing was a little stunned.

Can it be compared to Yan Liben's most proud disciple?

This was already something that Xiang Qingqing had not expected.

But fortunately, as long as it can't compare to Yan Liben's painting skills, it's fine.

Xiang Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

I felt the difficulty of Chen Changfeng again.

The emperor was now extremely curious in his heart, what kind of appearance Chen Changfeng had painted himself to make Yan Liben say such things.

At this moment, the Taiji Hall was silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Chen Changfeng's side.

Some people desperately wanted to squeeze to the front to take a look at Chen Changfeng's painting process.

But I found that the front had been tightly stuffed by others.

"Father, hold on a little longer, and after the meeting, you will be the most beautiful boy in the world." Chen Changfeng shouted to the emperor.

The corners of the emperor's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak, he didn't want to be the most beautiful boy in the world now.

The emperor's only hope was that Chen Changfeng played extraordinarily and could really defeat Yan Liben.

But the extent to which this hope has been realized is too slim.

The officials were silent, and Chen Changfeng continued to sketch the appearance of the emperor on the canvas.

Yan Liben's eyes fell on Chen Changfeng's hand, and saw that he was holding the pen lightly, and on the canvas, the pen walked like a dragon and a snake, like a phoenix flying, and like a dragon soaring in the clouds.

Yan Liben looked at the lower half of the emperor's body slowly emerging on the canvas, and suddenly began to worry inexplicably.

"The third princess, this Ming prince, I'm afraid that his painting skills are not inferior to the old ......"

"What?" Xiang Qingqing suddenly let out a startled voice.

The rest of the people were also taken aback by Xiang Qingqing's exclamation.

But more people are concerned, just what Yan Liben said.

Prince Daming's painting skills, I'm afraid that he will not lose to him Yan Liben?

Didn't Yan Li say that Chen Changfeng's skills were really good, and he could compare them to his most proud disciple?

Why did he suddenly become a painting skill that was not inferior to his Yan Liben?

What's going on?

Yan Liben didn't answer, nor did he speak, his old eyes were fixed on Chen Changfeng's paintings.

Danqing is the most difficult to take portraits, and among the portraits, the lower legs are the most difficult.

The most important thing to evaluate the ability of a Danqing master is to look at his ability to draw feet.

Many Danqing masters have died at the feet of this figure for the rest of their lives.

But Yan Li actually saw that Chen Changfeng's pen tip outlined the emperor's foot shape, which was completely smooth, but with just a few strokes, the real shape had been completely outlined.

Yan Li could have been sure that even if he compared the painting with the emperor's real leg now, it would be exactly the same.

Even Yan Liben himself couldn't make such an understatement when outlining the details of his steps.

He just said that Chen Changfeng was on par with his own level, but in fact, he also wanted to save a little face.

After all, he has buried the loess to his neck, and Chen Changfeng is not as good as the weak crown.

The last part, if Chen Changfeng's sword painting is truly expressive, I am afraid that I will really lose today.

Yan Liben stared at the canvas intensely.

Chen Changfeng has completed all the images of the emperor, and only the last Tianwen Sword has not yet been painted.

The eyes of the crowd were now completely replaced by a look of shock.

They found that what Yan Li had just said was not correct at all.

The appearance of the emperor in the portrait is completely as if he is about to come out of this painting.

If the Emperor is standing next to the canvas and ignoring the unfinished parts, it is simply the Emperor's twin brother standing next to him.

The eyes, movements, temperament, and even the wisps of silk fluttering on the forehead, the little pearls on the topaz belt, and the small crescents on the fingers were all exactly the same as what they saw in their eyes.

Where is this painting skill, this is clearly the emperor of their eyes, and it has been completely reproduced.

No one was silent.

Now they are all waiting for the last part of Chen Changfeng's canvas.

The Tianwen Sword in the Emperor's hand.

In the last part, Futian asked the sword, whether it would be the icing on the cake or the abandonment of all previous efforts, no one knows.

Chen Changfeng stabilized his mind, and his energy was highly concentrated for a long time, which made him feel a little tired.

But now is not the time to rest.

The Tianwen Sword in the emperor's hand must become the finishing touch of the entire portrait.

Taking a deep breath, the pen in Chen Changfeng's hand fell on the canvas.

The speed is dizzying.

At this moment, Chen Changfeng gave everyone the feeling that it was not like painting, but they were admiring the wonderful dance left by the tip of the pen.

After a few breaths, the prototype of the Tianwen Sword had already landed on the canvas.

Yan Liben held his breath at the moment.

The speed in Chen Changfeng's hand became faster again, and the silver hilt of the Tianwen Sword instantly poured into everyone's eyes.

Faster.

The sword body of the Tianwen Sword jumped out.

Tianwen sword sword identity yin and yang,

At this moment, on the canvas, under Chen Changfeng's pen, the sword body is clearly yin and yang.

The front is yang, the emperor is powerful, and the back is yin, murderous.

And at the position of the tip of the sword, yin and yang blended, gathering in one place, only to see the pen in Chen Changfeng's hand lightly, a little cold, terrifying.

"Good, good, good!"

"The finishing touch, the finishing touch."

"Prince Daming has such a pen of creation, who in the world can match it!" Yan Liben suddenly shouted at this moment, his face full of excitement.

"Elder Yan!" Xiang Qingqing hurriedly shouted.

But at this moment, Yan Liben seemed to be enchanted.

All the attention of the whole person was immersed in the portrait of the emperor that Chen Changfeng had completed.

Yan Liben squatted on the ground, carefully looking at the portrait on the ground, every two breaths, he would slowly move a step forward, and then stop to look carefully.

Xiang Qingqing's face turned completely dark.

Yan Liben's move, isn't he admitting that Chen Changfeng's painting is better than his Yan Liben's?

In the first Danqing competition of Wenbi, they lost again?

The Emperor couldn't hold back any longer, and immediately trotted down the steps, pushed away the crowd that stood in front of him, and came to the portrait on the ground.

"This ...... This...... This ...... "The emperor has been here for a long time, and he hasn't come out with this second word."

Liu Xi followed the emperor, and the moment he saw the portrait of the emperor, he blurted out: ", isn't this Your Majesty himself lying here?" ”