Cultivating martial arts is divided into entry, small success, great success, and consummation.

Alchemy is divided into four grades: Chengdan, full, round, and Danwen.

Liu Wuxian participated in the Dan Discussion Conference for the Dan Treasure Pavilion in the secular world, and refined the Dan pattern.

After entering the cultivation world, few people knew about his alchemy, and before leaving the Heavenly Treasure Sect, he defeated Huang Tao of Baodan Peak, but it was not he who made the move, but his disciple Bi Gongyu.

Painting is also divided into four grades, energy, wonder, god and master.

Ordinary paintings, called Noh Pin, are well-proportioned, and without too many mistakes, they can reach the level of Noh Pin.

To be able to cross the first stage and draw a wonderful product is no longer an ordinary character, but a master level.

I often hear that a certain master has a wonderful pen, and the works painted can be said to be interesting, wonderful to the peak, these are wonderful descriptions.

To reach this level, there are not many Ninghai City.

Looking at the entire Southern Regions, he can draw wonderful works, and he is definitely a generation of painters.

As for the gods, they are even rarer.

Their works can no longer be described in terms of form, but in spirit.

Each painting is a work of expression, with a strong charm in the painting, not only the sense of the picture, but the whole level.

If you look at it, you can bring it into the painting, which is the painting.

There is no one in ten thousand who can figure out the painting realm, and even Hua Chenye is still a little behind Qiu Baihao on the way to painting.

The painting is wonderful, but it's real.

Once upon a time, someone drew a painting, and the person looking at the painting actually stood in front of the painting for a whole year.

A year later, he woke up and told the others that he had entered the world of painting, lived in it for a year, and built a hut with his own hands.

Countless people flocked to the painting, and later everyone found that there was actually a thatched house on the painting, exactly like the person who looked at the painting.

At that time, the author did not depict this thatched house at all, and there was only one possibility that the viewer entered the painting.

As for the best products, they are only legends, and no one has really seen them yet.

I heard that the person who can draw this painting, the entire Southern Regions, a painter did it a thousand years ago.

The painting that was painted deduced his own world, and the painter himself entered the painting realm, and since then, it has never come out again.

A generation of painters disappeared.

As for whether the painting still exists in this world, it has long been unknown.

Qiu Baihao's painting skills have reached the divine level, no wonder Yin Jingwu does not hesitate to use him.

As long as Qiu Baihao wins Liu Wuxie, even if he can't win back Yu Ruyi, he can slap Liu Wuxian hard and let him know how powerful Qinghongmen is.

No one is optimistic about Liu Wuxian at this level, including Murong Yi.

Because Murong Yi is very aware of Qiu Baihao's painting skills.

They had a fight once, and they were comparable.

No one expected that Liu Wuxian would actually agree.

This answer made everyone feel unbelievable.

Yin Jingwu didn't have any good things on his body, so he had to look at Qiu Baihao.

"I'll take this Yuanyang Stone and bet on the long sword on you!"

Qiu Baihao didn't have much interest in the ancient spirit shoots, he was interested in the ancient long sword cut by Liu Wuxie.

That's a real half-day weapon.

Although the law is badly damaged, the materials inside are intact, and it is very suitable for building a metaweapon.

With Qiu Baihao's qualifications, it is a matter of time before he breaks through the infant realm, and it is imperative to build a meta-weapon.

"Good!"

Liu Wuxian agreed, his gaze fixed on the Stone of Yuanyang.

The Yuanyang Stone is also a kind of spirit stone, which contains a very strong Yuanyang Qi.

Especially for male monks, after absorbing it, it increases the energy of Yuan Yang, which is of great benefit to the body.

Most importantly, the Qi of Yuanyang can nourish Liu Wuxie's Wasteless World.

It was lifeless inside, lacking a pure yang power, and this Yuanyang Stone came too timely.

The two sides signed a letter of war.

Everyone's appetite was mobilized again, and this time the suspense of the fight painting was even greater, whether Liu Wuxian could create another miracle.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Even if you can't create a miracle, I hope you don't lose too badly.

Originally, many monks who wanted to participate in painting put down their pens and took the initiative to come around and witness Qiu Baihao's painting.

Except for a very few, ninety percent of those present gave up.

It's an honor to be able to witness the birth of gods, anyway, their painting skills are very ordinary, and it doesn't mean much to paint or not.

Yin Jingwu personally grinded for Qiu Baihao.

Piecing the two tables together and unfolding the rice paper, Qiu Baihao released a faint charm.

"Draw rhyme!"

There were bursts of exclamations around, shocked by the aura released from Qiu Baihao's body.

On the other hand, Liu Wuxian was still sitting in place, without any movement.

This puzzled many people.

Painting is not poetry, it takes a long time, do you plan to sit like this forever?

Murong Yi's gaze fell on Liu Wuxie's face, and he found that there was no fluctuation on his face, and he didn't even pay attention to this fight.

This made her more and more curious about Liu Wuxie.

Qiu Baihao's first stroke, a piece of painting pattern gushed out around him, and fell on the rice paper.

Then!

One stroke after another, the surroundings gradually quieted down, so as not to disturb their paintings.

Everyone held their breath and watched the sketched line drawings appear on the rice paper.

Qiu Baihao's whole person is silent in his own world, and every painting pattern, like a fairy, keeps jumping on the drawing paper.

The people around him covered their mouths so as not to scare the elves who had been deduced by the paintings.

"Miss, this Qiu Baihao's painting has improved a lot, this Guan Liu Gongzi is not good!"

Miss Yan walked over, stood behind Murong Yi, and whispered.

Murong Yi also frowned slightly, secretly worried about Liu Wuxie.

Time passed minute by minute, and unconsciously half an hour passed, and Qiu Baihao's picture of mountains and rivers was nearing the end.

He has drawn this picture of mountains and rivers tens of thousands of times, and he can draw it almost with his eyes closed.

Coupled with this extraordinary play, every line is lifelike, and it can be said that it is the best of the gods.

"It is worthy of the four great talents of Ninghai City, and this painting skill is very promising to break through the shackles of gods and enter the level of Yipin. ”

Many people applauded quietly, stunned by Qiu Baihao's smooth technique.

At the end of the painting, I paint with both hands, one hand holding a thick pen and the other hand holding a small brush, mainly outlining those thick lines.

An hour later, a majestic picture of mountains and rivers was presented in front of everyone.

Mountains, flowing water, trees, waterfalls, and a large number of mysterious beasts shuttle through the dense forest.

"Look at these mysterious beasts, none of them are repeated, and their expressions and expressions are very realistic. ”

The moment I put down the pen, the pot exploded around and I was stunned by the painting.

"It's a good painting, it's really a good painting!"

Countless voices of praise came from all around.

Even the depths of Murong Yi's eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

This painting skill, even if it is her, it is difficult to surpass Qiu Baihao tonight.

"And these trees, every leaf, is actually different, how did he do it. ”

Even the Evil Heart Hall and several disciples of Tianluo Valley did not hesitate to send compliments.

"I think I hear a waterfall!"

A Qinghongmen disciple, standing in front of this picture of mountains and rivers, seemed to hear the sound of a waterfall.

Of course this is a fake, a kind of auditory hallucination.

If you really hear the sound of a waterfall, it's close to a masterpiece.

Obviously, Qiu Baihao still has a long way to go before he can reach Yipin, and he has not even reached the painting realm.

Only by entering the painting first can we break through the final artistic conception.

"Liu Wuxian basically has no chance of winning this level, unless he can draw a masterpiece. ”

Many people said secretly.

With this painting alone, even Bai Zhi shook his head, Hua Chenye did not paint this time, and chose to give up.

"Liu Wuxie, Senior Brother Qiu has finished, it's your turn. ”

Yin Jingwu looked at Liu Wuxie, and everyone remembered at this time that the fight between them was not over.

I was so attracted by this picture of mountains and rivers just now that I forgot where I was.

An hour passed, and Liu Wuxian had been sitting there, with no intention of putting pen to paper.

This made many people confused, could it be that Liu Wuxian gave up fighting paintings.

"Brother Liu, are you okay?"

Shui Phantom walked over with a look of concern.

"I'm fine!"

Liu Wuxian retracted his gaze and smiled slightly at Shui Huan.

He had been cultivating silently just now, and he didn't take this kind of fighting painting to heart.

"It's okay, what Brother Liu plans to do. ”

Shui Xuan still believes in Liu Wuxian very much, since he agrees to fight painting, he must have hidden means.

"A door!"

Liu Wuxian suddenly said three words.

"Hahaha......"

There was a burst of laughter all around, Liu Wuxian actually only painted one door, did he have a problem with his head.

Hearing Liu Wuxian painting a door, Shui Xuan looked puzzled.

"Brother Liu, are you sure you only paint one door?"

Shui Phantom still asked uncertainly.

Qiu Baihao drew a picture of mountains and rivers, which was very realistic, and even he secretly appreciated it, Liu Wuxian wanted to defeat him, unless he drew a higher picture of mountains and rivers.

Whether it is in terms of quality, or the quantity of those trees and beasts, you can crush your opponents.

With just one door, how to win this fight.

"Sure, I'll draw a door!"

Liu Wuxian had a sure look on his face, he didn't like to lie, and he didn't know how to speak.

"What do you need me to do!"

Since Liu Wuxian decided, it was not easy for Shui Phantom to say anything.

Qiu Baihao has a lot of people to help over there, and Liu Wuxian is the only one on his side, hoping to do his best.

"Grind for me!"

Liu Wuxian asked the water phantom to grind it for him.

Only the faint sound of grinding echoed on the boat.

"Liu Wuxie, don't waste time, you will lose this level. ”

The Qinghong Sect disciples began to shout, telling Liu Wuxian to give up quickly.

Murong Yi looked worried, if Liu Wuxian loses this level, then Qinghongmen will definitely launch a crazy blow to him, whether he can withstand it is still unknown.

"Miss, do you know his intentions?"

Miss Yan was also worried, and she also wanted to know what kind of door Liu Wuxian had drawn.

"Let's read on!"

Murong Yi took a step forward and stood by the fence on the second floor, her beautiful eyes falling on Liu Wuxie's body.

Shui Phantom put the inkstone in front of Liu Wuxian and laid out the rice paper.

Liu Wuxian picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and gently sketched an image of the portal on the rice paper.

He ...... He really just painted a door. ”

Everyone was stunned, Liu Wuxian was not lying.