The portrait fluttered and condensed again in Yu Tiangang's hand, but the portrait of Yu Tiangang on it had disappeared, and only a blank piece of white paper remained.

"Junior, you can see clearly with your eyes open, what the old man looks like! This portrait is not like the old man at all!" Yu Tiangang pointed to his head, and handed the white paper to Cheng Yun with his other hand.

Cheng Yun took the white paper and looked at Yu Tiangang suspiciously, the Yu Tiangang he drew on the white paper was exactly the same as the person standing in front of him now, and even the small wrinkles on his forehead were clearly depicted.

"The old man's heroic posture is well-known in the Jin Kui Sect, junior, you re-draw! If the old man is not satisfied, you will paint again! Until the old man is satisfied!" Yu Tiangang pointed on the white paper with his right hand, and a ray of light shrouded the white paper, shining a few times before stopping.

The other monks also heard what Yu Tiangang said to Cheng Yun in the distance, and they all cast their eyes.

"It's only been about half an hour since Elder Jade dispersed the barrier, but he has already drawn the portrait of Elder Jade!" Wei Yi looked at the portrait in his hand, he had already depicted the outline of Yu Tiangang's head at this moment, and only his facial features remained.

"Cheng Daoyou is really extraordinary!" Zhu Han also stopped painting and looked towards the place where Cheng Yun was.

Di Ming didn't look up, continued to bow his head to the portrait, after hearing what Yu Tiangang said to Cheng Yun, he sneered in his heart: "It's only half an hour, if it is said that Hua Chen and Wei will also complete the portrait, I believe it a little, but if it is him, it is mostly opportunistic, so Yu Tiangang tore up the portrait!"

Cheng Yun laid the white paper flat in mid-air, held it with spiritual power, looked at Yu Tiangang, and picked up the pen again.

"The second time I painted, it was much easier than the first time! The resistance between this brush and the white paper was also gone, since he said that I didn't paint like it, I engraved his appearance perfectly!" Cheng Yun lifted the brush and found that the brush that used to require a lot of spiritual power to use was now easy to use, and it was extremely easy to leave traces on the white paper.

Cheng Yun raised his head and stared at Yu Tiangang, seeing his appearance clearly, but with just a few strokes, he completely drew Yu Tiangang's body.

When it came to the place where the head was drawn, Cheng Yun first drew the outline of Yu Tiangang's head, and Yu Tiangang came to Cheng Yun's side with great interest and watched Cheng Yun draw his head.

Cheng Yun lifted the pen and drew Yu Tiangang's mouth, several strokes fell, and under the action of spiritual power, the ink contained in the brush was smeared on the white paper, drawing the mouth exactly the same as Yu Tiangang.

When Yu Tiangang saw this, his expression did not change, and he just quietly watched Cheng Yun paint.

Cheng Yun turned his head, glanced at Yu Tiangang, paused a little, and depicted Yu Tiangang's nose and ears, the monk has spiritual power to help, and his divine sense is extremely powerful, it is extremely easy to depict a portrait of a person, but in just a few breaths, Cheng Yun has already portrayed the appearance of Yu Tiangang's head ninety percent.

Seeing Cheng Yun's painting, Yu Tiangang's face seemed to gradually become ugly, he didn't make a sound, he just watched Cheng Yun paint.

Cheng Yun saw the changes in Yu Tiangang's eyes, and said secretly in his heart: "I have already completely portrayed his appearance, could it be that he still thinks that I don't like it?"

With regret, Cheng Yun picked up the pen again, this time he painted all the wrinkles on Yu Tiangang's forehead, and even a trace of fine lines at the corners of his eyes was also captured by Cheng Yun, and he did not miss it.

After painting the wrinkles, Cheng Yun worked hard and drew Yu Tiangang's eyes.

Lifting the brush, Cheng Yun looked at the portrait, this portrait was drawn by Cheng Yun after unfolding all his divine consciousness and observing Yu Tiangang, almost no difference from Yu Tiangang himself.

"Elder Yu, Cheng has finished painting!" Cheng Yun looked at it again, and after confirming that the portrait was completely similar to Yu Tiangang, he handed out the portrait.

"Si!" Yu Tiangang just glanced at it, and then tore the portrait apart again, and then crumpled it into a ball, turning it into blank rice paper again.

"I'm so angry! You junior, looking at the old man's painting, this is also the picture, how do you want the old man to meet people in the future! If someone sees the portrait you painted for the old man, won't they think that the old man is the bad old man who painted it! Redraw the old man!" Yu Tiangang handed the new white paper to Cheng Yun and rubbed his hands and feet in place.

Cheng Yun took the blank paper and looked at Yu Tiangang, he felt that the Yu Tiangang in front of him was no different from the bad old man he said.

"Senior, this portrait has been painted twice, and the person painted is indeed a senior!" Cheng Yun hugged his fist towards Yu Tiangang, he was a little skeptical that Yu Tiangang was deliberately embarrassed by him.

"Handsome! Handsome! How many times do you want the old man to say it! The old man's appearance is extremely handsome, but it is not as ordinary as you painted!" Yu Tiangang seemed to be a little annoyed as he spoke, and there were a few bloodshots in his eyes.

Seeing Yu Tiangang like this, Cheng Yun stopped talking, took the blank paper, and he was not in a hurry to paint, but stood still in place.

"The elder who presided over the trial has a strange temperament, and the two times I have made a portrait has made him dissatisfied, it is better to wait and see how he evaluates the portraits drawn by other monks before making plans. Cheng Yun rotated the brush in his hand, rolled up the white paper, and looked at the monks around him.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Hua Chen held the portrait high and said loudly in the direction where Yu Tiangang was: "Elder Yu, the disciple has completed the portrait, and I also ask Elder Yu to accept it." ”

After Yu Tiangang heard this, his body moved, came to Hua Chen, took the portrait in his hand, opened the portrait and looked at it.

A large part of the other monks were looking at Hua Chen and Yu Tiangang, they were all disciples of the elders of the Jinkui Sect, and Hua Chen, one of the Seven Peerless Cultivators, naturally knew about his reputation, in the eyes of most of them, Cheng Yun was just grandstanding before, and Hua Chen was the real completion of the portrait.

"Senior Hua Chen! The old man is so sad for you! You are definitely not an old man! You are a bit like a bad old man! Repaint! Repaint!" Yu Tiangang tore up Hua Chen's portrait and took a blank piece of paper to Hua Chen again, just like Cheng Yun.

"This" Hua Chen took the white paper handed by Yu Tiangang, and was at a loss for a while.

Hua Chen looked at Cheng Yun, Cheng Yun's portrait was torn up twice by Yu Tiangang, and Hua Chen, like Cheng Yun, was helpless at this moment.

Cheng Yun smiled bitterly at Hua Chen, he still didn't know why Yu Tiangang was dissatisfied with the portrait.

"Repaint! Redraw! The old man is not like what you painted!"

"I'm so angry with the old man!

Wei Yi, Di Ming, Zhu Han, Han Ling, these four people also painted the portrait of Yu Tiangang after Hua Chen, but Yu Tiangang also tore up their portraits.

Di Ming and Zhu Han, like Cheng Yun, chose to remain silent, while Wei Yi and Han Ling were a little unwilling and continued to paint.

Han Ling tried twice, but Yu Tiangang tore up the portrait he painted, and he was also angry at Yu Tiangang twice, and he finally gave up and continued to paint.

After Wei Yi was torn up by Yu Tiangang, he seemed to be extremely unwilling, and made eight portraits in a row, but they were all torn up by Yu Tiangang one by one, and he was reprimanded by Yu Tiangang in public.

There are more and more monks who have completed the portraits, and these portraits have been torn up by Yu Tiangang one by one, and he is dissatisfied with the portraits completed by the monks.

After two hours, nearly seventy percent of the monks present had completed the portrait of Yu Tiangang, but without exception, they were all torn up by Yu Tiangang.

It wasn't until a thin monk held up the portrait that Yu Tiangang smiled for the first time this time.

"Not bad! Not bad! You junior has a good eye! You finally draw the old man's heroic posture, you are much better than those bastards! Not bad! Not bad!" Yu Tiangang took the portrait in his hand and smiled.

The monk who painted the portrait was a thin man, and when Yu Tiangang praised him, he showed a bright smile, and the smug look on his face was unmistakable.

"You juniors, take care of it, this is what the old man looks like!" Yu Tiangang threw the portrait into the air and punched out the seal with both hands.

The white paper in the hands of the other monks shone with a glimmer of light, and with a slight vibration, the monks sensed the change in the white paper in their hands and opened the white paper.

On the white paper, a portrait of Yu Tiangang drawn by a thin monk appeared.

Cheng Yun opened the white paper, and when he saw the portrait, he only felt dizzy, and in the portrait, what was painted was a handsome man, from beginning to end, there was an elegant and dusty temperament.

This portrait is extremely well painted, and the handsomeness and elegance of the man are portrayed perfectly, but the man in the portrait will never be the old man's appearance of Yu Tiangang.

After seeing the portrait, almost all the monks were silent for a long time, they didn't expect that the portrait that Yu Tiangang was satisfied with was such a portrait that did not resemble him at all.

"This is the old man! You juniors, quickly draw a new portrait of the old man! The backward Sancheng monks, eliminated!"