,
The four judges walked out of the painting, with dark expressions on their faces. They just hoped that the spirit painting would be better, so as not to lose the face of the spirit painter.
Ling Yan also saw his painting, touched his palm and said, "You still retain your strength."
Miao Yihua did not dare to elevate himself in front of all the participants, and said modestly, "That's because I am facing a senior like you, so I have to use all my strength."
"Okay, you have repeatedly emphasized that I am your senior and referee, so I can't just be perfunctory." Ling Yan can paint out of thin air without the help of paper and brush, but this rule must be used, so she picked up the brush.
Miao stared at him without moving for a moment, thinking secretly about her strength, but saw that she only took an ink pen, splashed the ink on it, and drew the mountains with two or three strokes.
The four judges saw her putting down her pen and said anxiously, "Okay? Fellow Taoist Lingnan, why don't you add a few more strokes?"
The other monks looked at it and were shocked. Has this referee given up on fighting? Why did he randomly draw an ink mountain without using any paint?
"That's enough." Ling Yan lifted up the drawing paper and threw it outside. The entire venue began to disappear from the top. In the blink of an eye, all the monks found themselves standing on the mountain, with lush green mountains in their eyes!
"Yes..." One of the referees was shocked, "It's the handiwork of the master of the painting spirit!"
Painting the artistic conception is the gateway, painting spirituality is the painter. This spirituality is attached to the paper and gives birth to the world in the painting, which is the master. When it is separated from the paper and appears in the real world, it is the master.
Even several master referees did not expect that their colleagues around them had the strength of grand masters!
Ling Yan looked around at the expressions on everyone's faces and pretended to sigh deeply. This time she saw the excitement on her own body. It was really... an unexpected surprise.
Inspiration flashed frequently in her mind, and in her excitement, the barrier between the spirit mirror and the return to the void was loosened.
Ling Yan waved and put away the drawing paper. Everyone came back to their senses and found that they were still standing where they were.
Miao Yihua's face turned pale and stiff, he covered his face and cried, "The foreign monks are so strong, but what can we do to our local monks? The local inheritance will die, the local inheritance will die!"
"ha?"
"this?"
He pushed away the onlookers and walked away crying, shouting so loudly that everyone was stunned.
Ling Yan's face darkened, but it was difficult to catch him back, so he said angrily, "This person is probably possessed by a crazy man. He wants me to teach him, but I won't teach him yet."
A referee advised her, "Take it easy, maybe she was stimulated."
Zhan Changfeng turned his attention to the martial arts arena. A new round of martial arts had begun. A Guanshan Pavilion monk faced off against a warrior from Taiyi.
The two men used their unique skills to perform thousands of moves, and they were evenly matched. However, when both sides seemed to be exhausted, the monks from Guanshan Pavilion suddenly burst out with hidden power and attacked the Taiyi warrior by surprise, shattering his Dantian!
Wasted!
The Taiyi attendees outside the venue could hardly resist the urge and rushed to the stage!
"A formal warrior in the War Palace is nothing more than that." The winner said.
By the tenth day of the conference, the rumors circulating in the city completely attracted the attention of Taiyi's senior officials.
"Isn't this reasonable? If you win against them, you will shout that the local heritage will be destroyed. If you lose to them, you will be accused of Taiyi's shallow background and inability to rule Zhu Tian. They have the final say on good and bad?"
——Refresh after one hour.
The four judges walked out of the painting, with dark expressions on their faces. They just hoped that the spirit painting would be better, so as not to lose the face of the spirit painter.
Ling Yan also saw his painting, touched his palm and said, "You still retain your strength."
Miao Yihua did not dare to elevate himself in front of all the participants, and said modestly, "That's because I am facing a senior like you, so I have to use all my strength."
"Okay, you have repeatedly emphasized that I am your senior and referee, so I can't just be perfunctory." Ling Yan can paint out of thin air without the help of paper and brush, but this rule must be used, so she picked up the brush.
Miao stared at him without moving for a moment, thinking secretly about her strength, but saw that she only took an ink pen, splashed the ink on it, and drew the mountains with two or three strokes.
The four judges saw her putting down her pen and said anxiously, "Okay? Fellow Taoist Lingnan, why don't you add a few more strokes?"
The other monks looked at it and were shocked. Has this referee given up on fighting? Why did he randomly draw an ink mountain without using any paint?
"That's enough." Ling Yan lifted up the drawing paper and threw it outside. The entire venue began to disappear from the top. In the blink of an eye, all the monks found themselves standing on the mountain, with lush green mountains in their eyes!
"Yes..." One of the referees was shocked, "It's the handiwork of the master of the painting spirit!"
Painting the artistic conception is the gateway, painting spirituality is the painter. This spirituality is attached to the paper and gives birth to the world in the painting, which is the master. When it is separated from the paper and appears in the real world, it is the master.
Even several master referees did not expect that their colleagues around them had the strength of a grandmaster!
Ling Yan looked around at the expressions on everyone's faces and pretended to sigh deeply. This time she saw the excitement on her own body. It was really... an unexpected surprise.
Inspiration flashed frequently in her mind, and in her excitement, the barrier between the spirit mirror and the return to the void was loosened.
Ling Yan waved and put away the drawing paper. Everyone came back to their senses and found that they were still standing where they were.
Miao Yihua's face turned pale and stiff, he covered his face and cried, "The foreign monks are so strong, but what can we do to our local monks? The local inheritance will die, the local inheritance will die!"
"ha?"
"this?"
He pushed away the onlookers and walked away crying, shouting so loudly that everyone was stunned.
Ling Yan's face darkened, but it was difficult to catch him back, so he said angrily, "This person is probably possessed by a crazy man. He wants me to teach him, but I won't teach him yet."
A referee advised her, "Take it easy, maybe she was stimulated."
Zhan Changfeng turned his attention to the martial arts arena. A new round of martial arts had begun. A Guanshan Pavilion monk faced off against a warrior from Taiyi.
The two men used their unique skills to perform thousands of moves, and they were evenly matched. However, when both sides seemed to be exhausted, the monks from Guanshan Pavilion suddenly burst out with hidden power and attacked the Taiyi warrior by surprise, shattering his Dantian!
Wasted!
The Taiyi attendees outside the venue could hardly resist the urge and rushed to the stage!
"A formal warrior in the War Palace is nothing more than that." The winner said.
By the tenth day of the conference, the rumors circulating in the city completely attracted the attention of Taiyi's senior officials.
"Isn't it reasonable? If you win against them, you will shout that the local inheritance will be destroyed. If you lose to them, you will be accused of Taiyi's shallow background and inability to rule Zhu Tian. They have the final say on good and bad?"
The two men used their unique skills to perform thousands of moves, and they were evenly matched. However, when both sides seemed to be exhausted, the monks from Guanshan Pavilion suddenly burst out with hidden power and attacked the Taiyi warrior by surprise, shattering his Dantian! Wasted!
The Taiyi attendees outside the venue could hardly resist the urge and rushed to the stage!
"A formal warrior in the War Palace is nothing more than that." The winner said.
By the tenth day of the conference, the rumors circulating in the city completely attracted the attention of Taiyi's senior officials.
"Isn't it reasonable? If you win against them, you will shout that the local inheritance will be destroyed. If you lose to them, you will be accused of Taiyi's shallow background and inability to rule Zhu Tian. They have the final say on good and bad?"
