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With a sway of her delicate body, Zhang Ziqing thought she had heard wrong, and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Why...Wu Daojing, also started to open his eyes and talk nonsense?

This shit...you can pick up a few bucks at random, why is it so rare to see it?

"Uh, what's going on..."

Zhang Wuchen and the others also froze in place, stunned.

The first thousand and 440 chapters committed to marry?

"Wu Daojing, you said... I lost?"

Can't believe it, can't bear it anymore, Zhang Ziqing asked.

"That's right. His work uses the simplest painting method, but it points to the true meaning. Even ordinary nine-star calligraphers and painters can't do it. Although your work is good, it's far inferior to..."

Wu Daojing responded.

Weapons of this level already have their own spirituality and can communicate with people.

"He just used his sword to draw on it a few times, without leaving a single trace... How could it be possible that even a nine-star calligrapher and painter can't do it..."

Zhang Ziqing grabbed her hair quickly.

Open your eyes and talk nonsense, you can't say that, right?

So many people watched him paint with their own eyes, picked up a stone slab on the ground, and carved it with a sword... There are no lines on it, where did the painting come from?

"Observe carefully, you will definitely find something special..."

Seeing that she didn't understand, Wu Daojing shook for a while, and didn't say any more, as if he was still immersed in the beautiful works and couldn't extricate himself.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Ziqing came to the table in a few steps, and looked down at the stone slab in front of her.

On the surface of the stone slab, there is still the dust left when it was pulled out from the ground just now. The traces carved by the stonemason are still there, and the lines are exactly the same as the stone on the ground, without any special features.

"There's no painting on it..."

After looking carefully, I didn't find any traces of sword energy on it. The more I thought about it, the more strange it became, and my consciousness moved and spread out.

The eyes can't see, maybe the consciousness can observe the problem.

"Ok?"

As soon as the spiritual consciousness covered the stone in front of her eyes, Zhang Ziqing's body froze suddenly, her delicate body trembling constantly: "This, this..."

His lips were trembling, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"what happened?"

Zhang Wuchen and the others also frowned, couldn't help spreading their spiritual sense, and looked forward.

After a glance, he also stood still.

"That's right, this stone was drawn by me with my sword energy, it doesn't really exist. The previous stone has already been crushed into powder, and I put it in the storage ring..."

Seeing that they saw the problem, Zhang Xuan smiled lightly.

Just now, the sword qi was criss-crossing. From the looks of outsiders, nothing was left on the stone. In fact, it used the sword qi to repaint an identical one using the stone just now as a sample.

When he was a seven-star calligrapher and painter, he had realized that the void is facing the book, and he could paint in the air, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Although it is composed of sword qi, if you don't observe it with your spiritual sense, even a nine-star calligrapher and painter will find it difficult to distinguish it.

Because of this, neither Zhang Ziqing nor the two elders Wuchen and Wuzhen noticed anything unusual, and they never dreamed that the stones they picked up from the ground before had disappeared, and this was a "painting" in front of them!

"We didn't even see the painted stone..."

"Zi Qing just made the bamboos look real, but he has transcended this state, and no one can recognize the real ones..."

After realizing it, the two elders Zhang Wuchen and Zhang Wuzhen couldn't believe it.

A real nine-star calligrapher and painter can make a painting that is fake and real, and it is difficult to distinguish it from a real person. Unexpectedly, this young man can also do it.

Could it be that he is already a nine star?

If so, it's too scary!

"I lost!"

Gently stroking the "rock" in front of her with her palm, she found that there was no difference between it and the real thing. It wasn't a spiritual investigation, so she couldn't detect it. Zhang Ziqing's face was pale and she muttered to herself.

I thought the opponent was stabbing randomly with sword energy, but I never thought that it was really painting, and it was so spiritual that no one could tell it apart.

No wonder Wu Daojing said that she lost... but she lost. It was a mess, not at the same level at all.

"Using only a sword, you can draw a work of this level. How strong should you... use a brush?"

Unable to bear it any longer, he looked at the young man in front of him.

The other party said that she was serious, but she thought she would use all her abilities, but she didn't expect to use only a sword to create a work that she couldn't surpass... How strong would it be if she really wanted to use a brush?

"I didn't lie to you, I was really serious about painting!"

Seeing her full of astonishment, Zhang Xuan nodded with a smile: "To be honest, your understanding of calligraphy and painting is indeed very strong. If it wasn't for you, I might just find a weed and draw it. It is impossible to use a sword In fact, if you really want to paint with your heart, there is not much difference between a sword and a brush."

"weed?"

With a twitch of face, Zhang Ziqing: "How do you paint with this thing?"

"It's very simple..."

Looking around, Zhang Xuan pointed his finger, and in the garden not far away, a weed flew over, landed on his palm, and gave a light hook.

Whoa!

The water in the pool flew over and landed on the weeds. Zhang Xuan pinched the roots of the grass with two fingers and slowly danced in the air.

Zizizizi!

The surrounding air immediately thickened, and in an instant, a wide river appeared in front of everyone, rushing and roaring, as if it would flow out at any time, flooding the entire courtyard.

"Painting out of nothing, drawing rivers with water instead of ink?"

Zhang Ziqing swallowed her saliva.

When she paints, she must use the most precious brush and the most precious ink. She has always felt that this is the only way to push the realm of the work to the peak. Only when she sees the other party can she understand that this is not the case at all.