When the disciples under the high platform heard this, they couldn't help laughing.
Whether it is the disciples of Tianyun Mountain or the monks of the Snowfield Holy Land, who doesn't know that as long as a ball of true energy is condensed, this frozen pine ink can be melted away?
I'm afraid only Zhu Feng, a senior brother with no cultivation level, doesn't know how to dissolve this frozen pine ink.
Even the headmaster sitting in the main hall looked ugly. He looked at Meng Shentong and asked, "Can this guy do it? Why don't we change him to someone else? He can't even melt ink. How can he compare?"
Ouyang Chongming, who was sitting aside, half-closed his eyes but said nothing. He just said casually to Ouyang Xuan behind him: "The weather is nice today!"
Ouyang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then he knew: "It's not bad."
Meng Shentong, who also half-closed his eyes to rest his mind, replied calmly: "How about the headmaster personally go up and grind the frozen pine ink for my disciple?"
"Pfft!" Nalan Ruoyu couldn't help laughing.
Looking at the Headmaster, he said: "Brother Headmaster is a little too impatient, so it's better to stay quiet. This competition has just started!"
In the Tianshu Hall, Wang Qiang, who had released his spiritual consciousness, looked at everything that happened on the high platform and said to Ping An next to him: "Your brother is in trouble, we have to help him!"
Ping An looked at him and asked: "Brother is in trouble? Master, please think of a solution quickly!"
Wang Qiang thought for a while, took out his kettle, poured two pieces of spiritual tea into it, and handed it to Ping An.
He ordered: "Put some hot water in it and quickly give it to your brother Xiuyuan. Whether you can win another game depends on whether you can give Ping An this pot of spiritual tea to him."
Ping An poured hot water into the kettle, looked at Wang Qiang and said with a smile: "Master, don't worry, these wind and snow will not trouble Ping An. I will be back with Master later!"
Before he finished speaking, the man had already run out of Tianshu Hall and rushed down the mountain.
Looking at the empty hall, Wang Qiang murmured: "There's only so much I can do, don't let me down?"
Under the high platform at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Ling'er shook the kettle in his hand, looked at Chen Xiaoyan and said with a bitter face: "Little Ling'er was just thirsty and drank up the rest of the spiritual tea."
Chen Xiaoyan turned to look at her and sighed: "Don't worry, senior brother will find a way."
At this time, she was unable to express her pain, thinking that she had calculated everything, but she didn't expect that Xiao Ling'er drank up the rest of the spiritual tea in one gulp.
Even she wasn't optimistic about Li Xiuyuan on the high platform. It was freezing cold, how could she dissolve the frozen pine ink? !
For a moment, some disciples in Tianyun Mountain murmured: "Would you like to send a cup of hot tea to the senior brother at Zhufeng?"
"Do you have hot tea? I saw you drank it all during the first competition!"
"What can we do? No matter how skilled he is, what should he do if he can't dissolve that pool of pine ink?"
"By the way, Zhufeng's senior brother won't lose, right?"
Even Ouyang Manxue, who was standing in the crowd, couldn't help but frown. Although Li Xiuyuan defeated her, she didn't want the young man in front of her to lose the competition because of the damn weather.
But as a disciple of the Snowfield Holy Land, even she did not dare to reveal her thoughts in front of everyone.
The Medicine Master in front of the main hall poked Nalan Ruoyu's hand and said softly: "What should we do? Doesn't this kid want to take a breath of hot air and try it?"
Nalan Ruoyu sighed and said quietly: "Don't worry, let's watch the show."
At this moment, Ouyang Xia Yun on the high platform used his true energy to rub away the frozen pine ink. With a brush like a tiger, he painted on the Hu Xuan spread on the table like flowing clouds and flowing water.
This competition was of great importance. He didn't even say hello to Li Xiuyuan, who was opposite him, before he pinched the wolf hair in his hand, gathered all his energy, and released the beast in his heart.
Under the movement of Ouyang Xia Yun's true energy, a ferocious beast gradually appeared on Hu Xuan.
Although it has not yet taken shape, it looks like the legend of the Snowfield Holy Land from a distance.
The snow leopard in the movie, a snow leopard from the depths of the snow-capped mountains, wants to fly down from the snow-capped mountains to look for food!
And its target was the young man opposite who was looking at the pine and ink in a daze.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan looked at the thousands of monks and saw a helpless young man staring at the frozen inkstone in a daze.
I hold a tube of pine ink in my hand, but I don’t know how to start.
Although Ouyang Chongming and Yuan Zun did not set a time for the competition, the snow leopard painted by Ouyang Xia Yun on the opposite side was already halfway completed. I am afraid that the moment he finished it, that is when the second competition ended.
On the right side of the high platform, Ouyang Xia Yun, dressed in white robe, ignored the wind and snow and waved his hair like a flash.
On the left side of the high platform, Li Xiuyuan, dressed in black, was holding a tube of pine ink as if he were holding a big mountain, unable to fall into the inkstone.
His movements were extremely stiff. In fact, in the eyes of thousands of disciples, Senior Brother Zhufeng had already stood like a tree.
A big tree in the wind and snow, a cedar to be precise.
He picked up the pen and took out the inkstone, but his wrist was frozen above the stage, unable to come down.
Li Xiuyuan frowned slightly. He didn't care about the speed of his opponent's painting. At this moment, he had been thinking about how to destroy the snowy beast on the opponent's painting without leaving a trace.
His wrist trembled, and he was about to drop the loose ink in his hand, but he stopped in an instant... because he felt that if he put down the pen at this time, he might not be able to defeat the opponent's beast that was about to jump out of the screen. .
He was waiting, waiting for the right moment, a moment that would make thousands of people under the stage pay less attention to him.
A gust of wind and snow blew, and the inkstone on the table instantly condensed with a line of frost, just like the frost branches on his brow.
In the eyes of everyone, the stiff young man's hand holding Song Mo trembled slightly.
He has maintained this posture for a long time, but the tube of pine ink in his hand still cannot fall onto the inkstone.
Opposite him, the snow leopard in Ouyang Xiayun's painting is about to take shape. From time to time, he raises his head to glance at the young man opposite him.
I thought to myself, you are just grinding your ink. If there is no hot tea, wouldn’t you breathe out a stream of hot breath?
Are you stupid? Ouyang Xia Yun, who was swaying, couldn't help looking at his opponent and sighed.
Li Xiuyuan didn't understand Ouyang Xiayun's sigh, but he couldn't show a trace of emotion at the moment, because the consciousness he released had already seen someone flying towards him in the wind and snow.
In the eyes of everyone in the main hall, the young man looked increasingly haggard and his eyes became increasingly dry. He was carrying a large mountain like a coolie but couldn't find a place to place it. His expression was extremely bad.
If such a young man can win this competition, then he is really seeing a ghost!
Ouyang Chongming laughed softly, without showing too much of his expression on his face.
Ouyang Xuan tapped his fingers gently, thinking that in just a few moments, this unsuspecting competition would be over.
Feng Tian was tired of staying here. He wanted to go to Loulan City to enjoy his happy life.
Ouyang Manxue, who was under the high platform, pinched the corners of her clothes tightly for Li Xiuyuan, who was on the high platform. She thought to herself that he was really a fool, and she didn't know how he defeated her.
Xiao Ling'er, who was under the stage, stamped her feet angrily, looked at Chen Xiaoyan and shouted: "Sister, brother is going to lose!"
"Brother, Ping An is here to see you!"
In the whining wind and snow, Ping An's anxious and cheerful voice came. Before anyone could understand, a whirlwind had already blown onto the high platform!
"The weather is so cold, brother, your eyebrows are frozen with frost. Hurry up and drink some spiritual tea!"
Ping An handed the kettle in his arms to Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "Master can't come. He knows that my brother is about to freeze to death, so he asked Ping An to give him this spiritual tea to ward off the cold!"
For a moment, thousands of disciples in the square were stunned. No one expected that the little ancestor of Tianyun Mountain would jump out at this moment.
Xiao Ling'er and Chen Xiaoyan were also stunned. They didn't even think about safety.
Will get out at this time.
Even the headmaster was stunned, wondering if his disciple was recovering from his injuries in Tianshu Hall. How could he care about this competition?
Ouyang Chongming frowned, and when he was about to speak, Ouyang Xuan's voice came from behind him: "He's too late!"
Nalan Ruoyu looked at Li Xiuyuan on the high platform and said with a smile: "Silly boy, are you stunned? Hurry up, your opponent is about to finish."
Li Xiuyuan on the high platform said oh.
He took the water bottle handed over by Ping An with one hand, opened it and took a sip.
It was his action that made thousands of disciples in the square curse in anger: "That guy Zhufeng, do you know how to write? Your opponent is about to end!"
"It's over, Zhufeng finally won a game, and now he has to lose again!"
"I don't want to watch anymore, I want to go home and sleep!"
At this tense moment, the snow leopard in Ouyang Xiayun's painting has taken shape. Just waiting for him to put the finishing touches on it, he can fly down the snow mountain and pounce on the boy in front!
Even Ping An was so anxious that he shouted: "Brother, please write first and drink this spiritual tea later!"
"Oh!" Li Xiuyuan was so anxious that he choked at Ping An's words. The tea in his mouth couldn't help but spurt out, almost all over Ping An's face!
"Alas!" The headmaster in front of the main hall sighed, and simply closed his eyes in anger.
But Meng Shentong laughed and said, "Good boy, you've had enough fun and it's time to get down to business!"
"Oh!" Li Xiuyuan on the high platform responded again, and for a moment he hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the tea sprayed on Hu Xuan and the inkstone.
Because under his violent spray, a lot of hot tea fell on Hu Xuan and the inkstone on the table, not to mention Ping An.
"The Indestructible King of the Great Village"
For a moment, there was a faint heat rising on the cold tabletop.
Then everyone knew that this was not the young man's cultivation. It was a mouthful of spiritual tea that he choked and sprayed on the Hu Xuan on the table. The paper was already wet, so how could he write or draw?
How great is this!
Ouyang Manxue, who was under the high platform, stamped her foot angrily. She thought to herself that she had never seen such a clumsy young man. He couldn't even grind a tube of pine ink. How could he compete with his younger brother?
You must know that in the entire Snowfield Holy Land, who doesn't know that fifteen-year-old Ouyang Xiayun is a little painting god?
It is said that when he was seven years old, he could smear a little bird and fly out of the paper. This is a unique legend in the Snowfield Holy Land.
This is also the reason why Ouyang Chongming specially brought his sister and brother to Tianyun Mountain.
Little Ling'er was so anxious that she shouted loudly: "Brother, if you don't wake up, you will lose this battle. My sister and Senior Brother Wang Qiang will be furious!"
Chen Xiaoyan looked at the busy senior brother on the high platform and wished she could fly up to the stage to paint for him.
However, this competition is about to end, and there is nothing she can do!
Ouyang Chongming opened his eyes, looked at the old god Meng Shentong beside him and asked: "The Divine Leopard of Snowfield Holy Land is about to come down the mountain. I wonder if the disciples of Tianyun Mountain's Bamboo Peak can still survive?"
Meng Shentong opened his eyes, looked at the panicked Li Xiuyuan and Ping An on the high platform, and replied with a smile: "There are also thorns on the way down the mountain. Who knows until the last moment?"
Just above and below the high platform, amidst the exclamations of thousands of people, a faint phoenix flame burned in the palm of Li Xiu's hand, and went towards the frozen inkstone in an instant.
Li Xiuyuan stopped paying attention to Ping An's screams in front of him, and quickly ground the pine black inkstone in his hand. In an instant, he dipped the wolf hair inkstone in his hand into ink until it was full...
At this moment, Ouyang Xiayun on the opposite side completed the final touch!
"Woo!" A beast roar that shook the earth, in front of thousands of elders, disciples... the headmaster, the venerable, Ouyang Chongming and others in the hall...
A snow leopard descending from the mountain jumped up from the lake in front of Ouyang Xiayun, and pounced through the wind and snow towards the panicked young man on the opposite side...
