In Fang City, on the big platform of the painter's competition, the two judges of Bai Yi and Qingqiong discussed for a long time before they came up with the final eight paintings.

These eight paintings have their own merits, but I have to say that Bai Yi's vision is still good.

She made eight paintings public and showed them to everyone who participated in the war.

"There are eight people who entered the finals this time, namely Li Ziyi, Song Hua, Zhang Yi ......"

When she finished reading the seventh person, she paused and continued: "There is one last one, Lin Qingyun." ”

Obviously, a feminine name.

Immediately afterwards, the eight people came to the stage, and they all showed their joy, and they were able to stand out from thousands of people and get the favor of the girl in white, which was enough for them to blow for a lifetime.

In the younger generation, white clothes have passed personal charm...... Coupled with violent means, he beat them into muggles and gained everyone's approval.

In particular, this time in the painter competition, Bai Yi even released a word, the winner, can ...... There is a chance to marry her.

As soon as this news came out, all the transformed monks in Fangcun Mountain went crazy about it, not because of the beauty of the white clothes.

It's because Bai Yi is a disciple of the ancestor of Fang Cun Mountain, and once he marries her, it means that he can become the heir of Fang Cun Mountain.

Favored by the legendary patriarch.

In the praise of the white clothes and the green dome, the people of Fangcun Mountain have a good understanding of the first sect of the ages, as well as the ancestor who saw the head and the end of the dragon, who was boasted by the white clothes of the green dome, and was able to crush all the heavenly venerables.

was even secretly called the first person in the flood wilderness, except for Dao Ancestor.

The Dao Ancestor, who created the cultivation system of the Flood Desolation, is still pressed on the creatures of heaven and earth.

Those older beings, no one can forget the scene of Dao Ancestor's destiny to all sentient beings.

Qing Qiong looked at the eight people in front of him, his eyes focused on Lin Qingyun, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

A woman, also coveting the beauty of the second senior sister?

Seem...... When they held the contest, they did not restrict the gender of the participants.

Thinking of this, Qingqiong covered his face, a little unexpected, in case it was really Lin Qingyun who won......

The consequences are unimaginable.

"Congratulations on making it to the finals. ”

But Bai Yi didn't seem to care much about this, looking at the eight people who entered the finals, the corners of his mouth curled up and a smile.

Then the eight of them saw her take out a picture scroll from behind her back and slowly stretch it out.

It is the figure of Yang Shou that she described.

The appearance is quite similar, but it is only a simple drawing, and no bones are drawn.

The monks who were eliminated in the preliminaries also looked at this picture.

In the picture scroll, Yang Shou is standing on the big platform in front of the Sanxing Cave, by the Lingquan, wearing a plain and elegant robe, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the sky.

It's obviously a very charming painting, but it's ...... Painted in white, it is just a simple portrait of a person.

Bai Yi felt that it was an insult to use this painting to record the master, so he held this contest to draw a peerless picture for the master.

It contains the charm of the teacher, as well as the indescribable invincible temperament.

Obviously standing there, not fighting or grabbing, but no one in the world can compete with it.

This kind of temperament was slowly born since Yang Shou evolved the world and watched the destruction of the wizard world and the rune world.

It is engraved in the soul, and it will emanate invisibly, but it is extremely difficult to be portrayed.

Among them, there is the indifference of treating the creatures of the world like ants, the wisdom of looking at ancient and modern civilizations, and the ...... The invincible aura that crushes the heavens.

"This is the lord of Fangcun Mountain, the sect master of the first sect of the ages, and he is already invincible in the world, so he will live in seclusion in Fangcun Mountain. The eight of you made it to the finals, and it's no longer a free painting, it's a ......"

"Draw a lifelike ancestor who spans the past and the present, and overwhelms the heavens!"

The white clothes looked at the eight people who were stunned expectantly, with clear eyes and calm.

This topic is more difficult than they imagined.

There are eight of them, although the paintings on weekdays are wonderful, but it is almost impossible to portray a person who has never been seen before, especially the lord of Fangcun Mountain.

also had to draw the temperament that Bai Yi said in his mouth, and for a while, the eight people were stunned on the spot, staring at the picture scroll in Bai Yi's hand.

This man has an ordinary appearance, but the expression of standing next to the spiritual spring and looking at the sky with his hands in his hands makes them ponder for a long time, and they don't know where to start.

"There's no hurry, there's no time limit for painting, you can take your time. ”

Bai Yi chuckled lightly, and lifted the scroll of the painting, levitating it in mid-air so that more people could see it.

She wants to take advantage of this opportunity to spread the name of the ancestor all over Fangcun Mountain, and then spread the name of the ancestor, the name of the first sect in the ages, to the entire flood wilderness.

All the monks who participated in the competition, including the spectators, raised their heads and stared at the picture for the first time.

"Patriarch, I'll go and tell the girl in white later. ”

Outside the crowd, Situ Yu also saw the picture scroll, which looked exactly the same as Yang Shou beside him.

Yang Shou waved his hand to stop him, shook his head and said, "No need, I want to see what Bai Yi wants to do." ”

He could see at a glance that the scroll was tangible and insubstantial, and in fact, as long as the realm was profound, it was difficult for anyone to be recorded by something like the scroll.

Because their existence is a taboo between heaven and earth, and to depict an aura similar to theirs is to provoke and desecrate their majesty.

Unless you get the permission of the deity to give temperament and rhyme, it is difficult for outsiders to depict it without permission.

Or the cultivation realm is higher than him.

But...... Yang Shou said that at present, there is no realm higher than him in the whole universe.

The quantitative change is terrifying enough, and it can also crush the qualitative change, and the wizard rune dual path level 6 is enough for Yang Shou to be able to crush all living beings.

Because until now, there has been no real seventh level birth.

After being stopped by Yang Shou, Situ Yu had to wait by Yang Shou's side while watching the paintings of eight people on the big high platform.

There is already the first person who has begun to put pen to paper, using the method of splashing ink, splashing pen and ink on the desk very forcefully, and then sketching little by little.

He changed the layout of the painting, no longer standing in front of the three-star cave, but stepping on the clouds, looking down on the whole flood.

Yang Shou's eyes lit up, although he pretended to be forced, this idea was still good, and it was quite similar to his body standing on top of the Nine Heavens.

Every stroke outlines the subtleties, and this player has spent a lot of effort, eyebrows, eyes, hair, even clouds, he is carefully sketching.

Yang Shou shook his head when he saw his actions behind, entangled in the subtleties and ignoring the essence, and he could already be eliminated.

Sure enough, this person completed most of the composition, leaving only a pair of eyes that did not trace, but when he was about to start to trace his eyes, he was suddenly stunned, clutching the pen, his right hand trembling constantly, and it was always difficult to fall.

Seem...... Between heaven and earth, in the dark, there is a force that does not let him put pen to paper.

In all directions, countless voices seemed to be saying to him, you are not worthy!

That's right, it's that you don't deserve it, you don't deserve to fall into this pen, and you don't deserve to paint this person.

The eye of the patriarch is not allowed to be lit by mortals!

Bai Yi also noticed this scene, and looked at this person standing on the spot with a pen in his hand, and his mood also became nervous.

She very much hopes that this person can succeed in depicting the portrait of the ancestor of the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and the Sanxing Cave of the Oblique Moon.

The first sect of eternity without the portrait of the patriarch is not worthy of its name, and it will expand its disciples in the future, isn't it that no one knows the patriarch?

This painting is a must.

Yang Shou looked at the first one to put pen to paper, touched his chin, groaned slightly, and knew the reason.

The main thing is that this person wants to portray his temperament, but his own strength is not enough to burn his temperament.

If it goes on like this, sooner or later......

"Poof!"

Sure enough, the first person who had been trying to portray the temperament of the ancestor, after a stalemate of dozens of breaths, spurted out a large mouthful of blood, his expression was sluggish, and his spiritual power directly started a riot.

Fortunately, he realized that he couldn't do anything and stopped in time, so he didn't die of Yang Shou's temperament that he wanted to forcibly burn.

"No...... This...... This is impossible! I am already at the peak of the Three-Element Realm, even if it is a sixth-level Enlightenment Realm, I can forcibly describe, the ancestor is really a god......

The first person to write fell into self-doubt, and finally shook his head and sighed, "Blame me for not doing my best, you can work hard......

After saying that, he crossed his knees and breathed in front of everyone to recuperate from his wounds.

The other seven people looked at him, but none of them laughed at him, and those who could make it to the finals were all discerning, and they could see the difficulty of the painting at a glance.

Especially the last stroke, whoever can complete the last stroke will be able to successfully burn the patriarch's temperament into it.

Silent, everyone stopped talking, and they all frowned, trying their best to think about how to burn the patriarch's temperament.

"I'll do the second one. ”

After a long time, a second one finally stood up, walked to the table, splashed ink, and began to paint.

This time, he learns his lesson, first sculpting the eyes, and then slowly tracing the rest of the world.

In the painting, Yang Shou stands on a high mountain, facing the sea, and a desolate and distant breath comes to his face.

The other six people who had not yet written down stared at him, watching him splash ink and gradually refine the whole idea, the desolate breath came to his face, and the meaning of the desolation was extremely far-reaching.

"This one has a chance to succeed!"

Bai Yi clenched his fists and looked at the contestant.

Qing Qiong stood behind him, and he also felt the distant aura in the picture scroll that was about to take shape, but ......

"What the hell is this bald head?"

That's right, the second painting, Yang Shou, has a nose, eyes, arms and legs, but no hair.

Bald one.

Outside the crowd, the corners of Yang Shou's mouth, who was silently paying attention, twitched, shook his head and said: "This person will be tricky and lose all my hair, and he wants to use this to disperse the power of the backlash, but ......"

The first player didn't depict the eyes, so the last two strokes were extremely difficult to fall, and this player didn't depict the hair, but the hair has countless strokes, and if it is done in the end, it can be used to disperse the power of the backlash.

If the power of the backlash is a thousand, for every hair he completes, there are only a few tenths of a tenth, which is less than the direct portrayal of two eyes.

This contestant's idea is correct, he took out the pen, ready to renew the hair of the creator god, and put down the first pen, although it also has the power of backlash, but compared to the first person who can't put down the pen for half a day, he is much more relaxed.

At the very least, he finished painting the first half of a hair.

But just when he wanted to continue drawing, he couldn't draw anyway.

In this way, a bald patriarch, with only half a hair, was quietly placed on the table.

The second writer clenched his teeth and was doing his best to give birth to the creator god.