In an instant, Ye Feng splashed ink on the painting, which attracted bursts of exclamations and admiration from everyone present.
"Oh my God! I just took a sip of tea, and I finished a painting so quickly!? It's simply amazing!"
"Although it is not colored, it is natural and majestic! How much does this painting cost? I will buy it later! I just happened to move into a new house and there is a painting missing in the living room."
"Mr. Ye is proficient in all aspects of music, chess, calligraphy and painting! He is truly a genius!"
"Well, although Young Master Yan is also very good, compared to Mr. Ye, everything seems to be inferior. It's really Yan who is born, why is Ye born?"
Even the old man Yan Qixue was so shocked by Ye Feng's painting that he took a breath of cold air.
With a snap of your fingers, you can create a majestic painting with splashes of ink!
What a genius this is!
He can handle music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and various unrelated fields with ease, and he has the faint air of a master!
Not to mention that his grandson is no match for him. Even if they join forces, they will probably be far behind!
At this time, after witnessing the whole process of Ye Feng's painting, Yan Zhongmou was so shocked that the brush in his hand fell to the ground. He didn't even have the strength to reach down and bend down to pick it up.
It was as if his body and soul had been drained out, and his fighting spirit was completely gone.
Besides, now that the matter is over, there is no need to pick up the pen.
Whether it's calligraphy or painting, the other party's accomplishments are far superior to mine, and it's hard to catch up!
Yan Zhongmou never dreamed that he would be defeated in all four games of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Just now before the competition, Yan Zhongmou was arrogant and arrogant. At this time, Yan Zhongmou was in such embarrassment and completely defeated.
"Haha! Mr. Yan, are you convinced this time!?" Huang Qian couldn't help laughing, "You are such a talented person, you are far from the match of our Dragon King!"
"Young Master Yan, you pride yourself on being a scholar, but you look down on my master. As a result, you compete in talent, but you are not as good as my master in everything."
At this time, Hua Guodong also smiled and joked: "I asked you to apologize just now, and you still refused to accept it. Are you convinced now?"
"That's right, my defeated general, please apologize quickly!" Huang Qian also urged urgently. "You, the most talented person, even think you have thick fingers when you carry my master's shoes!"
Yan Zhongmou listened to the cynicism of the two men and saw the looks of ridicule or pity from the people around him.
Growing up, how could I have ever been so humiliated and hit?
Looking down at his unfinished calligraphy work again, I felt a sudden feeling of powerlessness.
But the little self-esteem he had left made him feel ashamed - he could neither face Ye Feng nor face his grandfather.
"How could I lose to a man like you...I am the emperor's official! The most talented person in Fengtian!"
"I don't accept it...we are competing...in..."
Yan Zhongmou was furious and suddenly felt a salty taste in his mouth.
Another mouthful—"Poof!"
He immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood, staining the rice paper red.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Zhongmou felt dizzy and fainted.
"Master!"
Seeing this, everyone in the Yan family hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
He pinches people again and slaps them with a fan.
He turned around and angrily said, "Ye, you actually made my young master vomit blood! If my young master has a problem, the Yan family will never let it go!"
When Huang Qian saw this, he laughed out loud: "Haha! This kid is really an embroidered pillow. It's just fancy but useless!"
"Lord Dragon King made him vomit blood with just Wenbi! Hahaha!"
Ye Feng chuckled, slowly sat down, and said: "The number one talent in Fengtian is nothing more than that!"
