Hua Qianshu breathed a sigh of relief, he finally finished the painting before the pillar of incense burned out, and he was also relaxed at this time, no matter what, he would not regret it if he worked hard.

The two people in the ring took off their works from the drawing board in front of them, rolled them up, and then handed them to the referee in a precious way.

The black-clothed referee took the picture scroll handed over by the two, and his figure flashed, and he got out of the ring.

Under the ring, there is a row of seats, where four people dressed as teachers are sitting, and they are the real judges of the competition. The referee on duty in the ring 12 sent two works of this competition to the four judges.

The four judges unfolded the two works with a smile and looked at them.

The next moment, the eyes of the four people lit up at the same time.

"Good!"

One of them high-fived and exclaimed, "This painting, with its sophisticated brushwork and brilliant colors, can be harmoniously blended together, which shows that the author has studied the mastery of color in depth, and most importantly, the eyes and expressions of this character...... Yes, just the right amount of the 'strong' theme, good! good!"

"Ha, it turned out to be Zhao Feng's handwriting, yes, his painting skills have made great progress, but the pen is in a hurry, and it seems that he is not attentive enough?"

In the ring, Zhao Feng's ears moved slightly, his hearing was different from ordinary people, obviously heard the evaluation of the judges in the audience, he glanced at Hua Qianshu opposite, the corners of his mouth curled, revealing a little proud.

In a hurry, not careful enough?

Indeed, but to deal with this waste, it is enough to use only three points of thought!

At this moment, among the judges in the audience, there was a voice of surprise.

"Huh? This painting ......."

Zhao Feng's heart moved, and he looked towards the judges' seats in the audience, but saw that the four judges actually stood up at the same time at this time, and came to the work of Hua Qianshu with a solemn expression on their faces.

Zhao Feng glanced at Hua Qianshu, but saw the latter's calm expression of looking at his nose and nose, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

I'm afraid that he is too ugly to draw and make the judges and teachers dissatisfied, right?

He didn't see it, and at this time, the four judges glanced at each other, and their eyes couldn't hide their deep shock.

I saw the four judges roll up the two paintings in their hands and hand them back to the judge, and one of them said: "In this game, there is no suspense, this painting wins." ”

The referee was stunned for a moment, and a burst of disbelief surged on his originally calm face: "This ...... How many, are you sure?"

The four judges all nodded solemnly, "There is no doubt about it." ”

The referee's heart suddenly rolled up with a storm, this result was too unexpected!

However, although he was surprised, he still chose to believe in the professionalism of the judges and returned to the ring.

"Next, I declare that the winner of this fight is ......" the referee teacher stretched out his voice.

In the audience, the audience who had been waiting for a long time shouted one after another: "Zhao Feng!

"Haha, it's Zhao Feng who wins!"

"That is, the best waste vs. super genius, how can there be suspense in the result?"

When Zhao Feng heard these shouts, the smile on the corner of his mouth could no longer be concealed, and gradually expanded.

"It's ...... that wins" The referee took a deep breath before he said the name with difficulty, "Hana Chiki!"

Everyone was stunned.

"What?"

"Did I hear me right? The referee said ...... Flower Thousand Trees?"

"Hold the grass, how is that possible?"

"There won't be shady, right?"

The smile on Zhao Feng's face suddenly froze, he turned his face away with difficulty, and then reacted suddenly, his face changed greatly: "This is impossible!"

"The winner of this game, Flower Thousand Trees. Please prepare for the next competition. At this time, the referee had calmed down and said lightly.

"No, I'm not convinced!" In the ring, Zhao Feng's face suddenly became hideous, he suddenly stepped forward, stared at the referee and said, "I don't believe that this waste material can win me!

"I need an explanation!"

Zhao Feng was already angry at this time, he didn't dare to imagine how much damage he would have to his reputation if he lost to Hua Qianshu, a waste.

The referee glanced at Zhao Feng lightly and said, "The results of the competition are jointly decided by the professional judges and teachers, are you questioning the eyes of several teachers?"

That faint gaze made Zhao Feng's heart rise with a chill, and the whole person instantly calmed down.

Still, he wouldn't believe it.

Zhao Feng looked directly at the judges and said word by word: "I don't believe it, I'm not convinced!"

"Then let him be convinced!"

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the audience.

Everyone turned their heads to look, but saw a middle-aged man in his thirties standing up on the judges' bench, and his figure flashed, and he went to the ring.

"This ...... This is Master Zhong!" An audience member in the audience whispered, apparently recognizing the person's identity.

"Who is Master Zhong, is he awesome?"

"Master Zhong is a well-known master painter in Starlight City, it is said that many of his works have been auctioned off hundreds of high-grade Yuan Spirit Stones, and now his works are hard to find in Starlight City!"

"Wouldn't it?

"Of course, you can go and inquire, in the Starlight City art world, who doesn't know the name of Master Zhong. ”

"Tsk, I didn't expect the academy to invite such a master painter to be a judge, this is a real big deal!"

In the midst of the discussion, the middle-aged man Master Zhong walked to the center of the field, reached out from the referee's hand, took two picture scrolls, and casually unfolded one of them.

Zhao Feng's eyes lit up, this one is his work.

At the bottom of the picture, there was a figure in white clothes, the man was dressed as a warrior, with a sword hanging from his waist, looking at the mountains in the distance, his expression was serious, and his eyes were full of determination.

"This is a good painting," Master Zhong said, "from the expressions and eyes of the characters, I can see that you have to tell us that this is a strong warrior, this is a decent idea, and his painting skills are also quite clever, although the pen is hasty, but it is also a good work." ”

Hearing Master Zhong's evaluation, Zhao Feng showed a somewhat useful expression on his face, a master is a master, and what he said was what he was most proud of.

Hit the nail on the head.

"Why can't you win this painting?" Master Zhong continued, "because this work is better painted!"

"It can't be!"

Zhao Feng blurted out, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "Master, you don't know, this person is a notoriously wasteful, how can he paint better works than me?"

"Waste?"

Master Zhong was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, a burst of anger surged on his face.

I saw that his right hand was light and steep, brushed the ground, unfolded the painting scroll of Hua Qianshu, and said in a deep voice: "If the person who can paint such a picture is a waste, then you are really a waste!"

Zhao Feng's eyes froze, and he looked at the unfolded scroll.

The picture is very simple, the whole picture is gray, with a few brushstrokes, drawing a crazy world. The sky was overcast, the clouds were thick, and everything on the ground fell in the same direction, so that people could see it as if they had heard a strong wind, and three or two towering trees, uprooted and floating in the air.

The most striking thing is the two or three emerald green bamboos in the center of the picture.

In the midst of the fierce wind, it bends in an astonishing arc. But it didn't break, as if it was ready to bounce back at any time.

In a gloomy picture, these green bamboos bring a strong visual impact.

An indomitable spirit, a strong belief, through the paper to everyone to roll away.

No matter how fierce the wind is, it can't bring me to the knees, and I live strongly.

Indomitable.

Continual self-improvement!