What a crazy painter!

This is the outside world's evaluation of Liu Feng.

It is said that Liu Zhongyuan once tried, relying on a strong force to make three strokes, but he could not withstand the strong force backlash and collapsed. And the three brushstrokes that had been drawn disappeared without a trace after he was counterattacked. This is the state of this spiritual painting.

A mere painting student, how dare you say that it will be completed in a month?

How not to be crazy?

The Liu family, when Liu Zhongyuan got the news, he just sneered three times, "Arrogance is like this, I'll clean you up after the county test!"

Those who don't know are amazed, and those who know are sneering.

The entire Kaiyang County is watching Liu Feng's jokes.

The big exam is imminent, and painting students from all over the world have rushed to come, among which there are not a few powerful painting students, and there are even a few people, who fell off the list by a fraction of a millimeter three years ago, and after hearing this kind of news, they all sneered a few times. Because of the reward, too many people have tried that painting.

No one can figure it out.

A mere painting student who can only make graffiti?

Amusing.

And this is also the result of Liu Feng's wanting, the higher the attention, the safer he is.

The wind comes to the restaurant, and it is overcrowded.

"Tsk, business is booming. ”

The shopkeeper's face was delighted.

Since Liu Feng came, his business here can be said to be rising, since the last time he seized the opportunity to give Liu Feng a pair of ink treasures, not to mention anything else, the income in the past two days alone has increased several times. However, he was still faintly worried about Liu Feng.

That's an inexplicable painting......

Liu Feng, can it really be done?

The backyard of the restaurant.

In a peaceful small courtyard, the streamer flashed, and the aura in an ancient painting emerged, and the scene was vivid, as if it might break out of the painting at any time.

This is the Fuchun Mountain Residence Map!

Liu Feng originally just bought it back to Mengren, but he never thought that this spiritual painting was not willing to be lonely, and when Liu Feng was painting, the aura kept surging.

"Brush!"

Liu Feng waved his hand.

The picture scroll slowly unfolded, and the picture of Fuchun Mountain reappeared.

Even though it is not finished, it still shocks everyone, as if the scenery in the painting is all around us. Liu Feng's eyes flashed with surprise, not to mention anything else, being able to turn an ordinary ancient painting into a spirit painting and reproduce the scenery of ancient times is already an amazing ability.

"How can ornamental paintings have such a function?"

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Liu Feng showed an interested look in his eyes.

In the painting, the streamer flickered, the surrounding scenery loomed, the red brilliance belonging to the graffiti realm emerged, and the rich brilliance showed its current grade, graffiti! You know, the grade of the spirit painting can be judged according to the value, and a pair of ornamental paintings reach the graffiti grade?

Absolutely amazing.

Not to mention, it's unfinished.

"Sudde-"

The spirit painting is fully unfolded.

The surrounding scenery escaped, the whole courtyard was wrapped in red light, a qiē in the small courtyard gradually became nothing, the surrounding scenery gradually disappeared, the scenery in the Fuchun Mountain residence map actually appeared slowly, and the willow wind, there was a sense of immersion.

"Smack!"

There was a soft thud.

The surroundings suddenly disappeared and returned to reality.

Liu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sure enough, is it half a percent?

Ninety-five percent has been completed, and the spiritual painting is almost perfect, but just this half of it makes the entire spiritual painting unable to be judged by heaven and earth, and falls into an embarrassing realm.

No wonder countless people regret it.

"I'll try. ”

Liu Feng suddenly became interested.

After laying out this scroll, Liu Feng took the wolf's pen and carefully drew the last part below the scroll, stroke after stroke.

"Brush. ”

Almost the moment he put pen to paper, Liu Feng felt an indescribable obscurity.

That's the shock from the original painting!

"Hmm, instinctive?"

Liu Feng seemed to be thoughtful.

Because of the perception of different qualities of painting power, it is natural to be affected by the original painting, but how can Liu Feng's painting power be comparable to ordinary people?

"Hum—"

The power of painting emerges.

Liu Feng manipulated his painting power to kill, and it was completely rampant, and at the moment when his painting power and the original painting clashed, the original painting power was completely defeated.

Joke!

Compare the quality of painting power with Liu Feng?

It's just looking for death!

The jerkiness of the brush gradually became mellow, and the original painting struggled violently at the beginning, then refused to welcome, and finally gave up completely.

"Dare to resist?"

"Surrender obediently. ”

"I like it. ”

Liu Feng's pen is like a god.

And aside.

The sister-in-law, who had just come over to ask Liu Feng to eat, immediately blushed when she heard the words that popped out of his mouth. glared at the little uncle hatefully, put the food directly on the stone table on the side, stomped his feet and went out, how do you feel that the little uncle is becoming more and more hooligan?

Apparently.

Liu Feng is very skilled in doing this, but it is unknown whether he has molested female painting spirits before......

"Huh?"

"Sister-in-law has been here?"

Liu Feng looked up, saw the extra food, shook his head, and continued to paint.

One, two......

Liu Feng felt that he was getting smoother and smoother.

On the map of the Fuchun Mountain Residence, a small part that was originally missing actually began to show traces and began to be mapped with Liu Feng's painting.

If this picture is seen by outsiders, I don't know how many people will be shocked.

For hundreds of years, who can leave traces on the Fuchun Mountain residence map?

No!

Even if there are artists who paint with great power, they will gradually dissipate after the fact. Unless it is truly integrated into the spiritual painting, how can it be formed?

And now, Liu Feng has drawn it.

"Hum—"

The streamer emerges.

The surrounding scene reappeared, Liu Feng was immersed in painting, obviously not noticing the surroundings, and as he perfected, the situation became more and more realistic.

Suddenly.

Liu Feng felt the astringency of the brush, and the brush that was falling quickly suddenly stopped.

"Cards!"

I can't draw it anymore anyway.

"Something is wrong. ”

Liu Feng's eyes sharpened.

The original painting power has surrendered, how can it be stuck?

Liu Feng was about to see what was going on, when he suddenly felt a surging force coming from the painting, and the spirit painting actually began to backfire!

"Not good. ”

Liu Feng's face changed.

"Boom!"

Before I could release the paintbrush in my hand, I felt the impact of the painting power.

"Poof. ”

As soon as Liu Feng's throat was sweet, he felt a stream of blood spurting out, and the bright red blood stains flashed in the scroll, and it actually slid down without any contamination.

"Look for death!"

Anger appeared in Liu Feng's eyes.

He was actually eaten by this spirit painting instinct?

I can't bear it!

In the human world, he is modest and indifferent, that is because he knows that this is the human world, and he is vigilant and in awe of this strange world.

But in the spirit painting?

He is a painting spirit, a supreme king!

It's his domain!

A mere graffiti spirit painting, dare to rely on instinct to eat it?

Look for death!

Liu Feng felt that his dignity had been greatly provoked, and his monstrous anger surged, and the painting power in his body surged, and he actually killed directly into the spirit painting.

Run riot!

Unbridled!

The breath that belonged to the painting spirit escaped, suppressing the original painting, and a trace of golden light appeared in Liu Feng's eyes, and the endless killing intent slanted down. In his field, his authority, there is no room for provocation! However, just as he was about to paint wantonly, Liu Feng felt a trace of mourning.

All things have spirits.

Even if the grass has the instinct to break through the soil, let alone the spirit painting?

As a painting spirit, Liu Feng felt the wail almost instantly, begging for mercy? Liu Feng sneered, since he knew that he was afraid, he still dared to fight back against him?

Liu Feng sensed that something was wrong.

There was a pause.

Liu Feng put away the paintbrush and looked at the scroll in his hand carefully, and then, he suddenly found a question, what is this piece of thing in the lower right corner of the spirit painting?

"There's this in the spirit painting?"

Liu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was not what he painted just now?

“......”

Liu Feng looked at it blankly for a moment, and then remembered a question.

The Mt. Fuji residence is an ornamental painting, so it is much more delicate than ordinary spiritual paintings, and the requirements for pen power are extraordinary.

And what about Willow Wind?

The painting power is exquisite, and the pen power is slag.

Therefore, although I was imagining the original painting of the Fuchun Mountain Residence in my mind just now, the painting unconsciously became like this.

Spirit painting, in fact, does not require so much pen power.

After all, the spirit painting is very flexible, the scene emerges, and it is acceptable to make a difference in one stroke at a time, but is it too much for you to paint a mountain as a nest melon?

Liu Feng suddenly understood.

The original painting was not to provoke him, but that he himself painted it so out of line that he almost destroyed it. No wonder the original painting was wronged, it was completely unjustified.

"Hmmm......"

Liu Feng was a little embarrassed to look at the "nest melon" he had drawn, then looked at the paintbrush in his hand, and finally set his eyes on the dinner table in the distance.

"Hey, my sister-in-law's food has grown again. ”

"Ha-ha-ha!"

PS: This is an orthodox fantasy, the protagonist is hot-blooded and witty, this book is full of all kinds of pride, telling a volume of love and hatred......

Yes, it must be.

The style of comic or anything has absolutely nothing to do with this book.

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