Tiandao Library

"This kid...is he crazy?"

"I think so, otherwise why would a person jump with a sword?"

The surrounding area was also completely silent, and everyone's faces were stunned.

I have seen all kinds of painting methods, some are elegant, some are crazy, some are coquettish, some are solemn... Just like Zhang Ziqing just now, every stroke is full of aura, giving people a kind of beautiful enjoyment, but this one in front of her , jumping around like a convulsion, but there is no trace left on the slate... Are you kidding?

Even Zhang Ziqing kept rubbing her eyes, wondering if she had read it wrong.

Just now, I was so confused, saying that I have never lost in the competition, why did it...become like this in the first place?

"It's done, call it quits!"

Just as he was in a daze, he saw the young man in front of him let out a breath, wiped the sweat off his brow, and retracted the long sword exhaustedly.

Whoops!

The slate fell on the table not far away, juxtaposed with her mangosteen picture.

"This is the end?"

Turning his head to look, he saw that the incense thrown just now had just gone out, exactly.

The time is just right, but... what is this stone?

What I want to compare is calligraphy and painting, not sculpture, and besides...even if it is sculpture, it must have lines on it. There is nothing, it is empty, what are you doing?

The most important thing is... just swiped the long sword for one or twenty breaths, did nothing, and then looked tired and turned pale...

Pretend to be professional, okay?

"Are you sure, the painting is this? If you don't finish it, I can ask you to do it again!"

I couldn't bear it any longer, and looked over.

Since you are competing with the opponent, it is natural to win. If you don't perform well, you don't mind giving another chance.

"Draw it, don't need to start over..."

Smiling, Zhang Xuan stretched his palm forward, looking like a gentleman: "Use Wu Daojing to detect it!"

"Check?"

Seeing his smile, Zhang Ziqing couldn't help shaking.

I made a stone without leaving any traces, just compare it with my eighth-level pinnacle painting...

No worries... Where does the confidence come from?

"Yes!" Zhang Xuan nodded: "Of course, if you take the initiative to admit defeat, you don't need to be tested!"

"Admit defeat?"

Zhang Ziqing gritted her teeth.

I got a rock, scribbled around it with a sword, threw it here, and let me admit defeat...

I've seen crazy people, but I've never seen such crazy people.

"Yeah, I spent countless efforts to complete such a powerful painting. It is almost impossible to make a second one in a short period of time!"

Letting out a breath, Zhang Xuan raised his head and looked into the distance, with loneliness and loneliness in his eyes.

"Countless painstaking efforts?"

"Can't make a second picture?"

Everyone staggered.

There is nothing on the stone, not even a trace of damage, give me a meatloaf... a dog can make it!

It's hard work... hard work!

"Are you sure you want to use Wu Daojing?"

Seeing that the other party looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, Zhang Ziqing snorted.

"Of course!"

Waving his hand, Zhang Xuan looked very popular.

"Okay, I'll let you lose!"

With a cold snort, Zhang Ziqing couldn't help it anymore, with a touch of her palm, Wu Daojing was suspended in the air again.

"The younger generation will learn from Zhang Ziqing, and implore Wu Daojing to conduct a trial and judge whether the calligraphy and painting are good or bad..."

Stretch your fingers forward, tap lightly, and a ray of light shrouds the mirror.

Whoops!

Wu Dao's mirror image was activated immediately, exuding colorful rays of light, facing downwards, the mangosteen figure was enveloped in the blink of an eye.

"The mangosteen picture, the bamboo has spirituality, the mountain has the wind, it perfectly integrates the weather and nature, it is not obtrusive, not artificial, it has already reached the peak of the eighth level, it is a rare work..."

Not long after, a voice sounded in Wu Daojing.

Hearing the verdict, Zhang Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief, her eyebrows could not help but raised, revealing a look of pride.

Being able to get such an evaluation from Wu Daojing shows that even if her painting is not as good as the previous "Winter Snow Walking Picture", it is not far behind.

"Look at how Wu Daojing judged you..."

Knowing that she was certain to win, she snorted coldly, and Zhang Ziqing looked over again.

Zizizi!

After commenting on her work, Wu Daojing swept over the stones on the table.

Pause for a moment and scan again.

It seemed a little unsure, so I scanned it again.

Three times in a row, it stopped, and the sound that sounded just now slowly sounded again.

"This painting is rare... If you compare it with the former one, you will win!"

"Win?"