"It's ...... Slush Trick!"

"Legend has it that the ancestor of Wu Dao was the ancestor of Wu Dao, observing the birds wandering, and created a painting method, slush and claws, in the blink of an eye...... Painting in this way, the artistic conception is far-reaching, and the content has not yet appeared, which is already fascinating!"

"This set of techniques, tens of thousands of years, can be learned, very few, I didn't expect Ziqing to not only learn, but also to perform so smoothly, this competition, must win!"

"It seems that as long as the calligraphy and painting do not exceed nine stars, no one can beat ......"

......

There was an uproar all around.

This is the first talented woman of the Zhang family, as soon as she makes a move, the brush, paper, ink, technique, and even her mood ...... It's all impeccable and the perfection is amazing.

"Not bad......"

Zhang Hang also nodded secretly.

As an eight-star calligrapher and painter, his eyesight is stronger than everyone around him, and he can naturally see that the girl in front of him is indeed not easy to deal with.

Compared with the Holy Son he met when he broke into the Famous Teacher's Building, he was only strong and not weak!

The Holy Son Temple, although it gathers countless geniuses in the continent, is not the Holy Son among them, it is the first in the world of the younger generation.

It's like Zhang Feng of the Enlightenment Master Guild, although he is a holy son, and the technique of enlightenment is unparalleled, but he is really slightly inferior to Wang Ying, the genius who has just entered the headquarters...... Otherwise, the other party would not have asked Zhang Hang for help.

The same goes for it.

The Holy Son in the Temple of the Holy Son is very strong in calligraphy and painting, but it seems that he is far inferior to the one in front of him.

Crash!

The brush is gently waving in the air, giving people a kind of beautiful enjoyment, Zhang Ziqing's whole person, the machine is general, the control is exactly the same, every line and every drop of ink that falls on the streamer paper exudes an intoxicating light, which makes people fall into it at a glance and can't extricate themselves.

Zhang Shi...... She's drawn so much, you should hurry up and start it, or you're going to lose......"

As he was observing, he heard an anxious voice beside him.

When he turned his head to look, he saw that Jian Qin Sheng was still covering his forehead, full of helplessness.

"Don't be in a hurry......

Glancing at the long incense in front of him, seeing that it was still a long time, Zhang Xuan shook his head.

His painting is very simple, it can be done in one or twenty breaths, and there is no need to catch up.

Knowing that the holy son in front of him, who had broken through the famous teacher's building and was better than the Calligraphy and Painting Masters Guild, calligraphy and painting were very powerful, Jian Qinsheng didn't say anything more, and looked over with embarrassment: "It's good if you're not in a hurry...... Ahem, Master Zhang, can I discuss something with you?"

"Senior brother, but it's okay to say!"

Zhang Hang nodded.

"That's right...... You are now representing kendo...... Can you stop making other professions all the time......"

After a pause, Jian Qin Sheng said.

To be honest, he really regretted bringing this guy here!

Coming over is a sword competition, and the master who is good at swordsmanship hasn't seen it yet, so he first collapsed the other people's formations, and then, the courtyard of Qiling was full of stone statues...... Immediately after that, I had to compete with others in calligraphy and painting......

Formation, enlightenment, calligraphy and painting, treasure appreciation, one is better than the other......

Are you really ...... I'm just here to compare swords, can I pay attention to my identity?

You're my senior brother now, is it really good to be so flamboyant in other professions?

"This ...... That's right!"

When asked by him, Zhang Xuan scratched his head in embarrassment: "It's me who owes ...... consideration."

I just wanted to give the Zhang family a dismount, forgot about this stubble, and came to the Zhang family as a swordsman, the sword has not yet begun to compare, and it is indeed not very good-looking to get so many professions first, giving people a feeling of not doing their jobs.

"It's okay, as long as you remember, we're here to compete with swords......"

Seeing that he admitted, Jian Qin Sheng was inconvenient to continue, so he had to nod.

If it weren't for him, the other party wouldn't have been able to come over, even if there was a little bit of a difference, he was grateful, and he couldn't blame him.

"I remember ......"

Nodding, Zhang Hang was about to continue, when he heard a cheering voice in front of him.

"It's amazing, it's done so quickly!"

"What a beautiful painting, Ziqing Fairy, can you sell me this painting?"

"In such a short period of time, he succeeded in painting, and he deserves to be a genius who has not been encountered in a thousand years by the Calligraphers and Painters Guild......"

......

The surroundings were full of discussions, Zhang Hang looked up, and saw the girl in front of him, the brush waving in the air had stopped, and a painting appeared in front of everyone.

It is a pair of mangosteens.

Although there are no other plants to set off, each bamboo, like a piece of paper, is verdant and dripping, constantly shaking in the breeze, and will grow out of it at any time.

There are a dozen bamboos in total, each of which seems to have its own emotions and life, with different forms and no similarities.

"It's amazing to give spirituality to what you draw, as if you're alive!"

Zhang Hang nodded again.

I thought that I could win by making a random painting, but now it seems that it is not so easy.

The level of the girl in front of him was much higher than he imagined.

Calligraphy and painting, not the more complicated, the more gorgeous the color, the higher the level, the loud sound, the elephant is invisible, many real famous paintings, in fact, are very simple.

It's like asking a chef to make a dish of shredded potatoes to test whether he is really good.

The simpler it is, the more powerful it is.

The bamboo in front of me looks like an understatement and a bit of a "record", but in fact, if you look closely, you can find that each of them is like a living and has its own unique life.

Moreover, between each root, the virtual and the real are seen together, and there is already a rudimentary form of the world in the painting.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was young and limited in cultivation, I am afraid that he would have been able to make the most pinnacle paintings and impact the nine-star calligraphers and painters.

"No wonder other people say that the nine-star painting is not out, and it is difficult to win the ......"

With a sigh of emotion, Zhang Hang felt a strong pressure.

If you want to surpass the other party's painting, I'm afraid there is only a real nine-star work.

"What, is Master Zhang going to take the initiative to admit defeat?"

As he was thinking, he heard the girl's voice sound.

Looking up, I saw Zhang Ziqing with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.

Now she finally understands why the other party doesn't bet on her paintings, but a superb spirit stone, her paintings are so precious, if she really wants to lose, the other party will definitely not be able to lose......

That's why I'm making a fuss, so I can go down the stairs.

"How is this possible?"

Zhang Hang shook his head: "Your painting is very good, since this is the case, I also have to show some real skills......

sighed, flipped his wrist, and a long sword appeared in his palm, shook in the air, shook his head, and took back the ring, took out another one, shook it again, and shook his head again.

After repeating this, he finally found a long sword that seemed to be suitable, held it in the palm of his hand, looked left and right, and suddenly stepped on the ground with the sole of his foot.

Hula!

A stone slab flew flat under his feet and landed in front of him.

"I started ......"

With a faint smile, Zhang Xuan held the long sword in his hand and stabbed it at the stone slab.

"You don't use a brush, you don't need a streamer paper...... Painting with swords and tablets?"

With a shake of her delicate body, Zhang Ziqing's ignorant karmic fire suddenly rose, and it almost didn't explode.