Zhu Youcai is worthy of being the first genius in Beijing, although his name is too straightforward, but at least he is not modest.

When Zi Baifeng had not yet started writing, he had already completely painted the first screen at a speed like a storm, and a picture of Chunxi in a private school ushered in endless applause, which made countless people's hearts surging and their hearts uneasy.

Zhu Youcai glanced at Zi Baifeng defiantly, and found that Zi Baifeng was still in a daze at the blank screen, and he was a little relieved in his heart, he began to eat and study the remaining several kinds of ink, and the three kinds of ink gave people different feelings, especially the cinnamon evil ink, which seemed to have an evil attraction, dangerous, deadly, and unstoppable, like a thorny rose, a poisonous beauty snake.

Zhu Youcai felt that he couldn't help but be attracted.

Just now, the boss of Baomozhai shouted below that it was just a gimmick, it was flashy, but Zhu Youcai felt that this was not a gimmick, but an unspeakable temptation.

This kind of dead qi sealed in the inkstone, like a tiger in a cage, an enemy trampled underfoot, arouses the dark desire in everyone's heart, wants to conquer, wants to ravage, wants to destroy a qiē.

It is not just a piece of ink, but an inherent feeling, even if it is an ink dot on the paper, it can convey the artistic conception that ordinary ink can never convey.

This is beyond the scope of ink, or rather, the forced grid of this ink, directly added 10086.

This should not be the ink of the mortal world, this is from the Nine Shadows of the Demon Realm, from the sinking hell, from the darkness deep in the human heart.

Although he knew that the properties of this ink were completely different from the subject matter he had conceived and were not suitable, he still couldn't help but want to use it.

Finally, tremblingly, he stretched out his right arm, changed a pen, trembled his hand, reached out to the thick black ink, sucked it full, and landed heavily on the screen.

"Wow!" he heard an exclamation from behind him as he put pen to paper.

There are countless scenes welling up in his heart, the carefree Mongolian school career has long passed, they have started the life of the academy, and they have begun to do everything for the future, competing with each other, fighting, cheating in the examination room, favoritism, and framing. Originally, in his conception, the completely sunny "Academy Xia Yang" has become a completely dark version.

But I don't know why, maybe it was the Gui evil ink that brought out the dark side of his body, this ink did have an indescribable evil nature, but he felt that it was done in one go, even if it was smoother than the first painting.

The exclamations behind him followed one after another, one sentence after another, and in the end almost all the spontaneous sound waves were formed, and he pursed his lips proudly, and the pen in his hand fell like a torrential rain, outlining the whole painting in an instant.

Then he took a breath and turned his head away, intending to enjoy the cheers of the crowd.

But he found that the exclamations of those people did not stop, and even grew louder and more intense.

He turned his head and saw that this call was not actually directed at him, but with Zi Baifeng beside him.

At the same time that he began to paint, Zi Baifeng finally started writing.

Zibaifeng is not fast to write, and every stroke is clearly visible.

That's how he died on the screen, and put a little ink spot.

Then, centered on the ink dot, a huge arm was drawn.

"Look, look!" I don't know who suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

Then the exclamations of the crowd became one after another, wave after wave.

In the sky, I don't know when, there was an extra cloud.

A cloud completely condensed by dead air, and every time Zi Baifeng fell, the cloud also came out.

Gradually, the arm became clearer and more recognizable.

That's a demon's arm!

Humans would never have such arms.

The arm was caught in a crack, surrounded by a whirlwind of dead air, and there were large and small demons surrounding this arm, judging from the size of those demons, this arm was terrifying!

That huge arm seemed to have the power to seduce the soul, and seeing it was like seeing a real huge demon arm sticking out of the spatial rift.

At the beginning of the painting, everyone just exclaimed, but when Zi Baifeng painted to the end and completely outlined the whole hand, the exclamation turned into a cry and a cry, and some people were almost frightened just by staring at the huge demonic hand.

"What kind of spell is this...... Zhu Youcai was so unhappy in his heart, he wanted to reach out to grab Zi Baifeng, but his hand stretched out, but he couldn't control it.

His gaze fell on the screen in front of Zi Baifeng.

Powerful, terrifying, brutal, ruthless, chaotic......

At that moment, Zhu Youcai felt that the aura in his body was running out of order, and he was almost about to go mad.

One glance at a painting almost scared him mad!

This...... What the hell is this painting!

Looking back at the qiē I just painted, what kind of favoritism, what kind of framing and blame, how can this be considered darkness?

Zi Baifeng's pen, the scene that seems to be the end of the world, is the real darkness, dark and dark.

And Zi Baifeng, he didn't use any spells at all.

He just poured all his essence into the screen, and his painting skills had surpassed the unreal, and the painting automatically and spontaneously reflected the huge demon arm in the sky!

The best of the best!

What kind of attainment of literature and Taoism is this to achieve this kind of process?

At that moment, Zhu Youcai had an impulse, he wanted to drop the pen in his hand and cover his face and leave.

The painting skills between him and Zi Baifeng have been investigated for 108,000 miles, and this is an insurmountable gap!

But he was reluctant, as a genius and a scholar, he almost subconsciously drew strength from Zi Baifeng's painting skills, and wanted to learn everything and integrate it into his paintings.

At the same time, he also had a doubt, what is this thing?

"This ...... This is the arm of the Demon King!"

"The Demon King's arm, what is that?" someone wondered.

"Of course, the arm of the demon king who invaded my human realm from the demon realm! Haven't you heard that the demon king used his arm to open the two realms so that the demon could come to the human realm, and this must be the arm of the demon king!"

"Shhhhh

At this moment, Zi Baifeng finished drawing the last stroke.

Just like the finishing touch, after the last stroke, the huge demonic arm in the sky actually waved it and grabbed it to the ground.

"Ahh