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"I remember……"

Nodding his head, Zhang Xuan was about to continue talking when he heard a burst of applause in front of him.

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

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

"Successful painting in such a short period of time is worthy of being a rare genius in the Calligrapher's Association in a thousand years..."

……

The surroundings were full of discussions, Zhang Xuan 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 mangosteen.

Although there are no other plants to set it off, each bamboo is as emerald green as it grows on the paper. Under the breeze, it keeps shaking and will grow out of it at any time.

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

"Give spirituality to the drawn things, as if they are alive, amazing!"

Zhang Xuan nodded again.

I thought that I could win by simply drawing a picture, but now it seems that it is not so easy.

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

Calligraphy and painting are not more complicated. The more brilliant the color, the higher the level. The loud sound is rare, and the elephant is invisible. Many truly famous paintings are actually very simple.

It's like to test whether a chef is really good, let him make a potato shreds.

The simpler it is, the more powerful it is.

The bamboo in front of me seems to be an understatement, a bit "recorded", but in fact, if you observe carefully, you can find that each of them seems to be alive and has its own unique life.

Moreover, between each root, the virtual and the real meet, and they are well arranged, and the embryonic form of the world in the painting already exists.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was young and limited in cultivation, he might have been able to create the most peak paintings and challenge the nine-star painters and calligraphers.

"It's no wonder other people said that Jiuxing painting can't be done, it's very difficult to win..."

With a sigh, Zhang Xuan 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.

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

As he was thinking, he heard a girl's voice.

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

Now she finally understood why the other party didn't bet on her painting, but a top-quality spirit stone. Her painting is so precious, if she really wants to lose, the other party must not be able to afford to lose...

That's why it's a mystery, so as to give a step down.

"Admit defeat? How is this possible?"

Zhang Xuan shook his head: "Your paintings are very good, since this is the case, I have to show some real skills..."

With a sigh of emotion, he turned his wrist, and a long sword appeared in his palm. He shook his head in the air, took back the ring, took out another sword, shook his head again, and took it back.

After doing this again and again, I finally found a long sword that seemed suitable, held it in the palm of my hand, looked around, and suddenly stepped on the ground with the sole of my foot.

Whoops!

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

"I started..."

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

"You don't use a brush? You don't use streamer paper... draw with a sword and a slate?"

With a sway of her delicate body, Zhang Ziqing's ignorance and karma suddenly rose, and it almost exploded.

Chapter 430 Zhang Xuan wins? 【Third update】

She is the number one talented girl in the Zhang family, and even the pinnacle genius of a calligrapher and painter. Regardless of her status, she is already very cheap to compete with an unknown person. Not only is she not grateful, but she is also so hasty...

Is that what you mean seriously?

Who paints seriously, without a brush or special paper, but with a long sword?

She was so depressed that she was about to explode, and Jian Qinsheng on the side also shook his body, wanting to vomit blood.

I just told the other party that coming here represents the way of the sword, but in the end, I used the sword to paint...

The sword is sharp and cold, and it is several times more difficult to paint than a brush. I just want you to remember your identity and responsibilities, don't lose the big because of the small...

But I didn't let you do this!

They also use Azure Holy Fox pen, streamer paper, and slush techniques... Various methods emerge one after another, and you are like an ordinary craftsman, carving on stones... Do you want to be so childish?

His face was full of despair. Don't think about it, he must have lost this time.

"This guy... has iron in his head, right?"

Zhang Wuchen also opened his mouth, but couldn't close it for a long time.

I have seen people with brain problems, but I have never seen such a big problem.

Painting with a sword... What kind of madness is this?

"I guess I feel that I can't surpass Ziqing, and I don't want to lose face..." Elder Wuzhen speculated.

"Um……"

After thinking for a while, Zhang Wuchen could only nod his head because he really didn't understand the other party's purpose.

Zhang Ziqing can be called the number one talented woman in the Zhang family. Compared with some veteran eight-star peak calligraphers and painters, Zhang Ziqing is only stronger than weaker. Even if she knows this one in front of her, she will not feel that she has broken through the famous teacher building. able to win successfully.

If you can't win and don't want to lose face, you can only mess around. If you can't win at that time, you can also shift the responsibility to paper and brushes.

Understanding the other party's purpose, he shook his head, looked forward, and then was stunned again.

I saw Zhang Xuan holding a long sword, the tip of the sword was more than a foot away from the stone slab, his arms kept turning, the long sword danced, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, covering the entire rock, but did not leave the slightest trace on it.

It's as if he is dancing the big god alone, and he doesn't understand what he is doing at all.