For a while, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

In their eyes, Chu Yunting seemed to be like a naughty boy, swaying at will, not seeking layout at all, not seeking refinement, not seeking painting, only speed.

And the paintings that appeared on the scroll in Chu Yunting's hand were even more mottled and messy.

Is this a frantic struggle before death, cramming?

In such a situation, another forty breaths of time have passed.

The time has reached its last ten breaths.

The third male lion in Mr. Mo's hand was close to taking shape, and Chu Yunting's paintings were still speckled and messy, even if he was a beginner, his level was a little higher than Chu Yunting.

This made everyone laugh in their hearts.

It looks like the situation is settled.

Chu Yunting is not even a basic painter, what kind of painter is he talking about? It's really ridiculous.

And the students of the Academy of Literature secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally thinking that they had finally overcome the difficulties, and the brushes they had just gotten from Chu Xiaohong made him feel that all this was worth it.

And then, even if he doesn't need to say a word, Chu Yunting's ending will be scolded by countless people, after all, Chu Yunting has already touched the bottom line of the Holy Painting Pavilion by pretending to be a first-class painter.

And at this moment, Chu Yunting suddenly moved.

His entire painting is full of spots, but as his gesture is condensed, it suddenly seems to be like a sky, and the gesture is like a sharp edge, directly using the technique of "simple sketch painting".

At this moment, the spots on the paper were directly fused with the minimalist sketch painting method in a terrifying way.

"Painted!"

With Chu Yunting's drink, the picture scroll in his hand instantly condensed into one, and then bloomed with infinite brilliance, a fierce tiger, impressively displayed in it!

All the speckled lines just now are gone, and everything is paving the way for this moment.

This tiger, the whole body looks transparent and transparent, and the breath is powerful, as if the king has returned, the tiger is so angry that everything in front of him is shocked at once.

In an instant, seeing this scene, everyone present lost their voices and couldn't say a word.

As soon as the tiger came out, the king's spirit condensed for hundreds of miles!

Such a mighty and domineering!

Almost at the same time, Mr. Namo finished the final stroke, and three fierce lions roared out on the paper, forming a lion team.

However, when they were swept away by this tiger's momentum, the strength of the three lions, as if tamed by some kind of domineering, became wilting and powerless!

Because the strength of that tiger is far stronger than these three lions!

For a while, even this Mr. Mo was horrified, full of incredulity.

And seeing such a scene, the minds of the people around them were even more empty, and they didn't understand what was going on at all, and they didn't understand how Chu Yunting did it.

Only Chu Yunting held the scroll in his hand, looked at Mr. Mo calmly, and said lightly: "No matter how strong your fierce lion is, it is just a mortal product after all, and my divine tiger can fly over the world, do you dare to fight?"

The tiger he painted at the moment is the immortal qi that he perceived when he was in the fairyland trial before, and the immortal tiger condensed into it, the tiger dominates the world and has the power of a dragon and phoenix, so such a divine tiger can even fly to the sky.

It was precisely because this kind of divine tiger's charm was extremely difficult to outline that he used the previous fifty breaths of time to sense.

Then I used the simple drawing method, first sketching the outline, and then at the last moment outlining the tiger's eyes, and then outlining the charm.

"I'm Mowen, never scared!" Mr. Mo's face was embarrassed, but he had the last resolute aura.

After all, Chu Yunting in front of him is so young, even if he can sketch such a divine tiger, it is extremely difficult to control it, and this painting is to use painting to fight, it requires a lot of experience in painting, and he still has a chance to live!

"Okay, then satisfy you. Without hesitation, Chu Yunting ordered the tiger to attack.

In just one moment, this fierce tiger was like thunder and lightning, flashing countless afterimages in an instant, condensed in the air at an incredible speed, and pounced directly forward!

The breath of the three lions on the other side had just condensed in the air, but then, they were torn to pieces by the fierce tiger like tearing tofu, crushing them like withering and decaying!

Then, the painting of the three lions instantly turned into pieces of flesh and blood, completely exploded, and then scattered in all directions, floating between heaven and earth, and their souls were destroyed.

At the same time, this backlash penetrated into Mr. Mo's body, causing Mr. Mo to fall to the ground suddenly, his body twisted and trembled, screamed, covered his abdomen, and the pain was so painful that he could not speak, and almost fainted!

In just one moment, his soul was painted with a painting, and he suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

At the same time, Mr. Mo's complexion completely changed, and he looked at Chu Yunting in distraction: "Who are you, how can you have such a strong sense of painting and combat means?"

At this moment, he already knew that Chu Yunting's realm was not below him!

At the same time, the people present were once again shocked! Their faces were stiff, their legs trembled, and their eyes were round!

How is this possible?

They simply can't come to terms with this reality.

Obviously, Mr. Mo is the pinnacle of a first-class painter, but Chu Yunting can win calmly, and he also seriously injured Mr. Mo!

At this moment, Xue Wuchen seemed to regard this moment as an idle moment, and then took a step forward, and said to everyone in a deep voice: "My master Qinghai has long said that Senior Brother Chu has been a first-class painter for a long time, what objections do you have?"

The same sentence that was arguing for Chu Yunting came out of Xue Wuchen's mouth at this moment, but it made everyone on the field, no one dared to deal with it.

And only then did they notice that it turned out that Xue Wuchen and Chu Yunting were both disciples of the Qinghai Division!

No wonder Xue Wuchen has such confidence, and he is not at all timid in the face of the entire Holy Painting Museum.

For a while, there was no doubt in everyone's hearts!

Chu Yunting's becoming a first-class painter is already a sure thing!

"The aura contains, one breath becomes a tiger, the tiger is soaring to the sky, Chu Xiaoyou has been promoted to become a second-grade painter, congratulations. At this moment, Pavilion Master Mo suddenly spoke.

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone lost their minds even more, and they were all stupid, looking at Chu Yunting deadly, full of shock!

If they still had the last trace of luck just now, and now the owner of the pavilion has become the last stone to land, smashing their hearts and defenses!

Second-grade painter!

Only the second-grade painter can easily defeat Mr. Mo!

I see, I see!

They watched such a strong man come out of nowhere, and their hearts were mixed!

At this time, the student of the Academy of Literature, the whole person was completely stunned, the sweat of the bean was suddenly uproaring, his body was cold, trembling, and he was almost prostrate on the ground.

It can be said that once you become a second-grade painter, you will also have a place in the entire Qixia Mansion, which is enough to be called a strong person and be respected by countless people.

Even if it is Chu Xiaohong, it is very different from the realm of the second grade.

And now, Chu Yunting, whom he was slandering with such means, was actually in such a realm!

At this moment, he even despaired, and his whole body trembled.