Now that only two people participated and advanced, the next battle became a battle between Su Wuhuan and the king of Chu Huai.

Su Wuhuan rode a tiger hard, no matter what kind of county king he was, he went out for the sake of beauty.

The bustard mother whispered a few words to Miss Honglian, and then she stepped forward and announced, "The second contest is a painting, or is it a rose, and the time is a pillar of incense. He ordered the man to offer two pairs of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and lit a pillar of incense.

"Miss Honglian, aren't you biased towards Su Wuhuan? Although this king can also paint, this king is a martial king, which is very unfair. "The king of Chu Huaijun is very dissatisfied, he is proficient in martial arts, and Su Wuhuan is a liberal arts explorer, and his piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are famous in the capital city, if he compares his painting skills, he will definitely be at a disadvantage.

Honglian exhaled like an orchid, and said coquettishly: "King Jun, the little woman just wants to appreciate your talent, you know that this is Shuiyunlou, what is compared is literary talent and talent, how dare the little woman use martial arts as the theme?"

What she said was reasonable, but the king of the county was still very displeased, and the bustard's mother hurriedly ordered the two girls to come forward and hammer him on the shoulder, and she said on the side: "The king of the county, you are both civil and military, why don't you let the rainbow girl see and understand." ”

Su Wuhuan on the side grabbed the pen and began to paint, although the painting skills were not outstanding, but they also looked good, but after one stroke, his brain was like a lightning strike, and he almost crashed into the case.

Yi Shaotian frowned slightly, he obviously sensed that someone had used the powerful spiritual power of Wendao to attack Su Wuhuan, which made Su Wuhuan, who was already a little drunk, even more groggy, and his mind was confused and he couldn't put pen to paper anymore.

King Chu Huaijun said with a smile: "In this case, this king's hand is a little sore, so I ask Qin Gongzi to paint for this king, and there seems to be no rule that others are not allowed to help, right?" He was categorical, if anyone disagreed, then don't think about going on today's competition.

A luxuriously dressed son with a roe head and rat-like eyes smiled: "King Huai, it is better to obey your orders than to be respectful." "He is Qin Xuanran, the son of the prime minister, although his appearance is a little obscene, but his attainments in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are also among the few figures in Tiandu City.

"In that case, can you also fight for Wuhuan's son?" Yi Shaotian said with a smile, it was Qin Xuanran who attacked Su Wuhuan just now.

Yi Shaotian's purpose in coming here was to get close to Su Wuhuan, the more humiliated he was, the more opportunities he had.

"Thank you, brother. ”

Su Wuhuan was mentally damaged, his limbs were weak, he knew in his heart that he had been plotted by others, he thought that he would definitely lose, but Yi Shaotian was willing to fight for him, of course he agreed, no matter what his painting skills were, just by virtue of the poem he had just taught himself, he had already strengthened his confidence, but why should he help himself? He had no time to care about it now, there was only a blank in his head, and just when he was about to faint, suddenly he felt a warm current rushing into his body, and his consciousness immediately became clear.

Honglian didn't recognize Yi Shaotianlai, he covered his breath with the aura of literature and Taoism, and changed his appearance slightly, looking just a weak scholar.

The king of Chu Huaijun and a group of flattering celebrities despised Yi Shaotian one after another.

A middle-aged man with a short beard smiled disdainfully: "Brother Xuanran's painting skills are like a ghostly workmanship, and he is second to none in my Eastern Zhou Kingdom, and the ignorant juniors dare to fight, it's really ridiculous." ”

Another fifty-year-old man chimed in: "Young man, don't be ignorant of the sky and the earth. ”

"Hmph, it's really ignorant and fearless, Qin Gongzi is known as a ghost pen, how can a nobody be compared. ”

Everyone talked about it, Qin Xuanran had already taken out a ingenious spirit pen from his arms, and he opened the formation with a free and easy wave of his long sleeves, only to see the spirit ink fluttering where the pen moved, and it was as immediate as the ink painting.

"Good pen!" Yi Shaotian couldn't help but admire, the pen in his hand was full of aura, and the pen was like flowing water, it should be a high-grade spiritual weapon.

Someone said: "I can't imagine that this kid still has some vision." ”

"My lord, what kind of magic brush is this, and you don't need to draw ink?" someone asked.

King Chu Huaijun smiled: "This is the Heavenly Bamboo Divine Brush of Painting Saints. ”

"Ah, it's the Tianzhu magic pen, it must be the Tianzhu magic pen. Everyone exclaimed, only to see that the Tianzhu pen in Qin Gongzi's hand became more and more shiny, and the pen barrel was like a section of green jade painted with textures, dazzling, and the pen was like colorful flowing clouds, and the spiritual mist was ever-changing.

"Master's magic pen?" Yi Shaotian couldn't imagine that the high-grade spiritual pen he was holding in his hand turned out to be the treasure of his ancestor Wu Zhenren, he had heard his mentor Wu Yibai say that his ancestor had obtained a heavenly bamboo by chance, and after nine years, he finally created a strange pen, which could paint all kinds of pure natural colors without drawing ink, but how could this magic pen fall into Qin Xuanran's hands?

"Could it be that the rumors in the rivers and lakes are true? Is there really a fairy palace in the North Sea that fell from the sky?"

"Could it be that Gongzi Chu was obtained in the Beihai Immortal Palace? Gongzi Qin is really a reincarnation painting saint. "Someone was excited.

King Chu Huaijun knows this allusion best, he smiled: "Yes, this day the bamboo pen is indeed hidden in the abyss of the North Sea, a few months ago, Qin Gongzi and I traveled to the North Sea, but I didn't expect to be attacked by the North Sea monster, we strayed into the sea fairy palace, and Chu Gongzi obtained this magic pen in it......"

"Ah, is the fairy palace of the painting saint? Then Qin Gongzi must have obtained the true inheritance of the painting saint, and he is really the reincarnation of the painting saint, please accept the old man's worship." The crowd admired and worshipped.

"The king of the county must have also obtained the inheritance of the painting saint in the fairy palace, and he must have obtained a large number of divine treasures. The crowd was envious.

"No, the fairy palace has long been in ruins, only this magic pen shines with dazzling brilliance in the Beihai Shenyuan, and it was also this magic pen that saved our lives at that time, so that those Beihai sea monsters did not dare to approach......" King Chu Huaijun was a little disappointed, after all, he found nothing in that sea palace, although he also coveted that magic pen, but with his literary and Taoist skills, he could not control it, but was infected by Qin Xuanran's literary and Taoist qi, and was originally driven by him.

Xiaoshan Junwang and Lan Caidie were also crowded in the crowd, they quietly watched the competition between the two on the field, but they didn't expect Yi Shaotian to move for a long time, did he close his eyes and recuperate?

The paintbrush in Qin Xuanran's hand was like flowing water, and the roses jumped vividly on the paper, and nearly half of them were completed in a few breaths.

Only Yi Shaotian still had his eyes closed, and there was no movement for a long time, he seemed to be one with heaven and man, and he was determined, but in fact, he felt the breath of the magic pen in Qin Xuanran's hand, and suddenly had some subtle inductions.

"If you don't do it yet, are you frightened, haha, get out of here!" the fifty-year-old man laughed, causing a burst of laughter.

At this moment, Qin Gongzi suddenly snorted, and a large amount of beads of sweat instantly appeared on his face, and the Tianzhu Divine Pen trembled.

King Chu Huaijun lost his color and said, "Let's not disturb Qin Gongzi's painting first." ”