In the final ring, only twenty complete people remained. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The rest of the winners, all of whom were seriously injured and unable to continue the rest of the race.

Chen Fuzi, Mr. Lu and others looked sorry.

No one thought that the personal combat strength competition would be so tragic, although almost no one died, but there were many people who were seriously injured.

Many people are almost disabled for the rest of their lives.

"There are still twenty of them!"

"Continue the game below!"

"I just hope that in the game, when everyone does it, they can try not to hurt people. ”

This last sentence is nonsense.

If the two have similar skills, only life and death can distinguish the winner and loser, and in the all-out fight, it is difficult to stop at all, and one will kill the other party if he is not careful, or die with the other party.

Yang Chen also drew the number!

When he met Yang Chen's people, he immediately admitted defeat.

No one is willing to confront Yang Chen, the gap is too big, one on the ground and the other in the sky, the world is different, and it cannot be compared.

In the end, there were ten people left.

Ma Wencai and Liang Shanbo were defeated in the competition.

And the last ten.

The other nine people who were left looked at Yang Chen with some bad faces, and no one was willing to confront Yang Chen.

Yang Chen also felt that there was no meaning in this competition.

"Let's go up together. ”

"Choose your strongest ability, you can fight, you can also try piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but if there is a place that beats me, even if you win the competition with me. ”

When everyone heard this, Mr. felt a little embarrassed, and then he was extremely angry.

These last nine people are all real sons of heaven, not only with profound background, but also with extraordinary talents, the youngest, and the worst are half-step innate powerhouses.

Although these nine people think that they can't compare to Yang Chen in terms of combat power, each of them has something to be proud of, some have amazing calligraphy, some have amazing chess skills, and some have amazing painting skills......

Each has its own strengths, which is the envy of others.

"Okay, since the talented son of the moon has such confidence, how can I disappoint you!"

A scholar, who had already condensed his aura, stood up, his breath was flying, and his eyes were like stars, "I have liked to play chess since I was a child, so I will compete with the talented man of Yingyue on the chessboard. ”

He will always have a chess set on his body, which can be opened and played at any time.

Brush!

The board is opened, the pieces are placed, and you can start at any time.

Yang Chen glanced at this person, and then looked at the others, "What about you, do you have any special skills, just show them?"

"If you fight, you don't have any chance. ”

After listening to Yang Chen's words, someone walked away, silently took out the drawing board, and stopped talking.

There are also people who take out chessboards, drawing boards, and so on.

"Let's get started!"

"After the competition, I will go to find the thousand-year-old demon Jiao, kill it, and remove this scourge for Tianhua Mansion. ”

Yang Chen walked up to a person, picked up the chess pieces, and played a random chess game.

After playing a chess move, walking in front of another person, Yang Chen lifted the pen in his hand and wrote a small poem according to the true rhyme of Liu Gongquan's calligraphy that he had learned.

It will be at the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance.

After writing it, he immediately left.

And the person who was also writing, looked up at these four words, and suddenly his face was like ashes, and the pen in his hand fell from his hand with a snap, and he didn't realize it.

"I imitate a hundred fonts, want to integrate the essence of a hundred calligraphy as a whole, to create their own calligraphy, I can't imagine that Yang Chen, a talented man in the moon, has been one step ahead, created a new calligraphy. ”

After writing this line, Yang Chen ignored this person, turned around and left, and came to the next person, this person was also playing chess, Yang Chen took a step casually, turned around and left.

The next person is painting, he is painting the wild goose mountain in front of him, stroke by stroke, very seriously, the appearance of the whole mountain is presented on the canvas.

Yang Chen is also lifting the pen, and the endless painting path in his mind is circulating, if it is the person in front of him, painting is only a high skill, but Yang Chen has comprehended the way of painting.

When the skill reaches the extreme, it is close to the Tao.

The Creation Jade Disc in Yang Chen's mind bloomed with divine light, and the endless flow of painting paths all appeared in Yang Chen's heart.

Between the brushes, gently painted, a mountain, instantly appeared on the canvas, there are silver waterfalls hanging in the mountain, there are yellow warblers singing green willows, there are green grass, flowers in full bloom.

Standing in front of the canvas, it is as if you hear the roar of the flying stream down 3,000 feet, as if you hear the call of a hundred birds, and even more like smelling the fragrance of a hundred flowers.

The whole painting, almost alive, as if it were about to come down from the canvas.

Lifelike, vivid, not enough to describe, as if this is not a painting, but a real mountain, majestic, imposing.

The person who was painting, the moment he saw Yang Chen's painting, he couldn't paint anymore, the whole person was stunned, and stood up, "God painting, this is God painting, painting to this point, the painting has been psychic, every painting has spirituality, for a long time, if you absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, you can become a refinement." ”

"In my life, if one day, I can make such a painting, even if I die immediately, I will be blinded. ”

Looking at this painting, he burst into tears, his heart was excited, and his eyes turned to look at Yang Chen.

Then he ran in front of Yang Chen and knelt down.

"Master, take me, I want to learn to draw from you!"

Looking at the person who suddenly knelt in front of him, Yang Chen was also shocked, he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

Hurriedly stretched out his hand to help this person up, but this person couldn't afford it, but knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Yang Chen.

"The master is a pedantic celestial, omniscient, omnipotent, the disciple has eyes and no beads, but he wants to compete with the master, the sin deserves death, and the master can accept me, the disciple kowtows to the master. ”

"Master, if you don't accept me, I will kneel here until I die, and I will never get up. ”

Yang Chen was depressed for a while, how could he meet such a tendon!

I haven't said anything yet, so I knelt to death and forced me to recognize you as a disciple, which is too self-righteous, right?

Who do you think you are, love to kneel, love to die, what does it have to do with me?

After being speechless for a while, Yang Chen said, "If you like to kneel, just kneel!"

Ignoring it anymore, he continued to come to the next person, there was a piano in front of the person, he saw Yang Chen coming, smiled lightly, the strings in his hand were plucked, and the beautiful sound sounded from the piano, and the big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate.

Yang Chen listened attentively!

This song is played well, and it is very beautiful.

After a while, the music ended, and the man opened his eyes.

Stared at Yang Chen, "I don't know if there are any good tunes that Invite Yue Caizi can teach Zaixia?" (To be continued.) )