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Chapter 14 Drawing from the Heart
"Life-and-death painting, the rules, two people use first-class painting tools at the same time, complete their own painting within 10 minutes, life and death are the winners and losers, is there any objection?" Liu Zhu asked.

"No." Chen Yi said out loud.

And Fang Jie shook his head.

All the students were left in the front yard, and Liu Zhu set up a painting array in the front yard, which was specially used for the test. The first test was in a bamboo forest. Some of the bamboos were real, while others were not. It is the fake bamboo drawn by Master Liu Zhu. Only those who observe carefully can distinguish the real from the fake. This level is a test of observation ability. Those who find the real bamboo will be automatically sent to the next level.

Fang Jie took Li Xiaobai, who did not need to take the exam, into the backyard.

The other team leaders and teachers were watching from the viewing platform on one side, but Fang Jie scanned around but did not find Feng Jie.

"I don't know where you, a useless person, come to rely on to fight me to the death, but thank you for being a stepping stone for me to go further. In order to thank you, I will make your death look better." Chen Yi sneered, touching After touching the things in his pocket, he felt more confident in his heart.

"The dead man talks a lot." Fang Jie replied flatly.

I just inquired about the system and learned that painting tools are divided into grades, and the Bai Longhao used by Cao Hongzhang in the previous article is a grade [-] paintbrush.

Using painting tools can better communicate and paint. Simply put, it saves time and effort, and the effect is better.

Liu Zhu retreated from the ring, and opened a protective barrier on the side of the ring, and a translucent barrier appeared around the ring to prevent the aftermath of the competition from affecting the outside of the barrier.When Cao Lao first built this arena, it was imitating the arena in the training ground of the academy, which can raise protective barriers and use it for competitions.

I used to be one of the painters admired by thousands of people. I don’t know why I came to this parallel space when I woke up. I’m very tired, you know?Sleeping casually in the park can also be in danger of death, I am really tired!do you know?Now there are still people who use me as a stepping stone and want to go to a higher level?Hehe, why?Just because your level of writing is higher than mine?

Fang Jie’s anger erupted in an instant when he traveled through time for so long. Other people’s time travels are counterattacks. Painter, why do you have to travel back to become a little diaosi who has to worry about whether his life is in danger all the time?
Fang Jie glanced at Chen Yi who was painting, and waved the paintbrush expressionlessly. Although Cao Lao's appearance earlier interrupted him, it did not mean that the anger in his heart was extinguished because of this, and there were signs of intensification. "Crap? Are you qualified to be called?"

The red outlines the lines of anger, and the darkness burns in death. The corner of the mouth kisses the angel in his arms, but a scarlet sword pierces out from the angel's heart, which is endlessly weird.Born from death, and eternal in death.

Bone tail, bull horn, devil sword.

Black wings, bloody hands, death armor.

"This is? Painting is born from the heart?" Seeing Fang Jie's actions, Cao Hongzhang was shocked.

With the waving of Fang Jie's brush, the canvas gradually becomes fuller, the blood-red background is extremely dazzling, the devil's helmet reveals a strange black, and the scarlet eyes are like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Everyone in the world knows that Huadao will comprehend exclusive skills in the third seal, the sixth seal and the ninth seal respectively, but they don't know that after the sixth seal, each seal represents a state of mind. Born from the heart, and finally, there is no painting in the world, which is also called the essence of painting. There is no painting in the world, but the world is full of paintings.

Both the fake and the real and the painting from the heart are rare things that cannot be found. It does not mean that they can be used at any time after comprehension.

Even Cao Hongzhang, the highest among the three, did not break through the realm of confusing the real, but saw it in a young man. How can this not make people sigh and be shocked?
"Old Cao! Are you sure you read it right?" Liu Zhu asked in disbelief when he heard Cao Hongzhang's words.

"It should be right! I once saw it when my teacher was still alive. Paintings are born from the heart, because the emotions have reached an extreme, and there is no outline in the mind. The mood is directly presented by the painting, without a trace. There is no pause in thinking." Cao Hongzhang said with a sigh.

"Could it be that he's stronger than you?" Yunfeng couldn't understand what the two said, but listening to Cao Hongzhang's tone, it seemed that he couldn't compare to the young man who was painting below.

"How could he be better than me, but his painting is more precious than my ink dragon painting." Cao Hongzhang shook his head and said.

"What?" Yunfeng was shocked. He couldn't imagine that the painting drawn by a person with broken seals would be better than the ink dragon painting. You must know that the ink dragon painting is the dragon painting created by Lao Cao who broke through the Japanese level. Draw the changes of the world, and the dragons chant the wind and the clouds.

"Although I don't know why his seal is broken and he can still use painting tools, his painting is indeed more valuable than Lao Cao's ink dragon painting." Liu Zhu agreed with Cao Hongzhang's words.

"You never inquired, have you repaired your seal?"

"But I heard people say that he was only a third-level painter before he was broken!" The three of them spoke one after another.

"What are you struggling with? After they finish fighting, just come over and ask if they're okay." Yunfeng waved his hand and said.

"Extremely so."

"Is it finally finished?" Fang Jie stared obsessively at the painting in front of him, the king of demons, the lord of hell, the demon king who was born in the midst of slaughter and eternal in death, Satan.

"Welcome to your death, useless man! Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie" Chen Yi finished his painting with satisfaction, Tauren!The beast of war carrying a totem, a race that is dedicated to serving nature, loves peace but does not resist war, this is the painting that Chen Yi is most familiar with, and it is also the painting that Chen Yi is best at. This time, he has surpassed his level and is the most perfect play!He believed that the Tauren's giant totem stick could crush Fang Jie's head!

Chen Yi's painting slowly floats in mid-air, and a six-pointed star array glowing red is slowly formed with the painting as the center.

"Moo" With a bull roar, as if breaking through the dimensional wall, a steel behemoth appeared in the arena.

Facing the giant steel beast, Fang Jie's expression remained unchanged, and he curled his lips. Through the use of the exclusive skill of painting, he clearly understood that the tauren in front of him was just a third-level summoned creature. It's a little bit stronger, but Satan is a sixth-level summoner who can open his spirit through the touch of eyes!
His right hand directly patted Satan's right hand on the painting, palms facing each other, as if being pulled from another world, a bloody hand was slowly pulled out of the painting by Fang Xie.

Like an elegant knight, but with a face like a devil, holding a black rose lightly in his mouth, his two animal feet are gently closed, and the devil's sword is hanging on his waist. Satan smiled slightly and made a knight salute : "It's an honor to serve you, my master."

"This is the finishing touch? How is it possible!" Satan, how could Chen Yi not be familiar with it? This is a western demon. I thought it was just a ostentatious painting, a paper tiger.

The finishing touch gives the painting absolute spirituality. Simply put, it opens up the mind!
"You must have lied to me! Haha! Go ahead and crush them!" Chen Yi couldn't believe that a person with broken seals could make a painting with the finishing touch, it must be a paper tiger!

"Moo!" The tauren let out a huge roar, and the totem weighing a thousand kilograms was carried like a straw in the hands of the tauren!

"Kill! Kill! Kill them!" Chen Yi yelled frantically, his eyes full of killing intent!Only by killing Fang Jie can he feel safe, he does not regret everything he has done, kill kill kill!

"Go." Fang Jie ordered coldly. After finishing the painting, the anger in Fang Jie's heart had almost disappeared. However, in the face of people who had offended him several times, if he did not sincerely admit his mistakes, he would be Hell should be the best place for him.

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