The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

"That expression, appearance, and moves are all exquisite!"

"As expected of the painter of the Three Swords!"

"With this painting, I can definitely become a master of painting!"

Master of Painting Dao is a respectful title for spiritual painters.

Only those who are at the top level in the industry can be called so.

The painter of the Three Swords was silent for a long time in the previous bottleneck of painting.

I really didn't expect to break the bottleneck and improve my strength so much.

The people next to them became more and more excited after observing the painting.

"My God! This painting is absolutely the best I've ever seen!"

"I seem to see the traces of the moves in the scroll!"

"Worthy of being a painter of the Three Swords! In the way of painting, the one with the strongest swordsmanship!"

"admire!"

"Three Swords Painter, is this painting for sale? You can open it at any price!"

Among this group of people, there are many people from great clans and clans.

It is common to spend a lot of money for a painting.

Wang Yue trembled with excitement when he saw the painting.

"Great!"

"As expected of a masterpiece!"

"Absolutely!"

"I must buy this painting back as a birthday present for my ancestor!"

The patriarch of the Wang family likes to study the way of swordsmanship, and is also very interested in the way of painting.

A painting with sword intent is definitely the best birthday present.

So I decided to buy this painting no matter what price I paid.

Standing in the crowd of painters, Li Heng nodded slightly after viewing the painting from the side.

"It's not bad to be able to integrate the three moves of swordsmanship into the painting."

The fusion of the two Taoism requires the painter to have extremely high attainments.

Hou Tinghua walked onto the stage and looked at Painter Three Swords with a smile on his face.

"Thank you very much to Three Swords Painter for bringing us such wonderful works!"

"Now, please take a short rest, the final result will be announced later!"

In his heart, he has already made a decision.

This picture of Qingfeng practicing sword should win the first place.

For the rest of the painters, even if they have any good works, it is difficult to surpass them.

The exchange meeting will continue, and the remaining people will go to the stage to display the paintings.

At this stage, the paintings displayed are of a high standard.

There are fewer and fewer people in the artist waiting area.

Li Heng's existence finally attracted some people's attention.

"Huh? Why is there a child in the painter?"

"Probably only six or seven years old..."

"Could it be to participate in the exchange meeting?"

"Stop joking! Can a six-year-old participate in the exchange meeting? This must be the boy of some painter!"

Looking around, which painters are all above middle-aged?

There are also a few who have lost all their teeth and pursed their mouths, looking old.

It even gives people the illusion that these people crawled out of the coffin...

The painting shown next was much worse than the picture of Qingfeng practicing sword, and did not arouse the audience's exclamation.

Standing on the stage, Hou Tinghua took out the scroll from the wooden box with a beautiful bow tied on it.

Next to the scroll is a piece of paper with the artist's name written on it.

"A Dream of Immortal Fate..."

Seeing these words, I froze for a moment.

Obviously, I have never heard of this name before.

"I'm going to invite Xianyuan painter... to come on stage to show the paintings!"

Li Heng walked onto the stage slowly.

The whole audience was stunned when they saw that this child actually came on stage and was about to show his paintings.

"Huh? No way...is he really a painter?"

"Xianyuan Yimeng... I've never heard of it..."

"Could it be the boy of some painter, showing the scroll?"

"It's possible!"

Some painters are not convenient to participate in the exchange meeting, or if they have a temporary emergency, they will let others show their paintings instead of themselves.

In the end result, there will definitely be no difference.

Chapter 183 Sword Dance in the Grassland

"Xianyuan Yimeng...is an interesting pen name..." Hou Tinghua said in admiration.

Before, I only knew that Li Heng attended the exchange meeting, but I really didn't know what his pseudonym was.

"Here, show it to everyone."

I am also very interested in what this painting is.

Being able to be assigned to the final stage shows that Li Heng has extraordinary talent in painting.

Li Heng took the scroll and walked to the center of the high platform.

"Sword Dance in the Grassland!"

"Look!"

Gently untie the red bow, the beautiful picture will be displayed soon...

swoosh~

The picture scroll flew to the sky, and the scroll slowly unfolded from left to right.

The endless grassland meets the blue sky and white clouds in the sky.

The man in white, holding a long sword, pointed at the sky.

The picture is very simple, blue sky, green grass, man in white and sword.

Simple outline, but presents an exquisite picture.

Hu Dahai looked at the painting, feeling a little surprised.

"The painting is very good!"

"At such a young age, I have such a level of painting skills..."

"In time, you will definitely be a master of Taoism!"

"I just don't know which family this boy is from and where he comes from..."

When the boy came on stage, he only gave his pseudonym, not his own name.

It looks very strange, it should not be from Jiancheng.

Stare at the picture scroll carefully.

Soon, the surrounding scenery disappeared, leaving only this painting in front of my eyes.

hum...

The man in white pointed his long sword forward, and the sword energy roared out.

In Hu Dahai's eyes, the man swung his long sword and performed the first sword technique.

After that, the long sword moved again, performing the second sword technique.

Three tricks...

Four strokes...

36 strokes!

Click!

Thunder rang beside his ears, and Hu Dahai was actually shocked by the thunder, and he broke away from the scroll, covering his chest with one hand, still in shock.

wheeeeeee...wheeeeeeeee...

The chest rose and fell violently, and the panting sound was like a dull bellows.

Eyes filled with horror.

"This!"

"What a terrible swordsmanship!"

"The man in white is very strong in swordsmanship!"

Just now, just feeling the spirituality in the painting, and the swordsmanship brought together by the sword intent, I was shocked into a cold sweat.

Even, there is an illusion.

The target of the man in white was him, and the last sword was aimed at him.

If you face the enemy head-on, you will definitely lose miserably...

There is no way to resist the power of that sword.

"and many more..."

"This is a painting..."

"The man in white is fake, he was just sketched out with a drawing..."

"The swordsmanship is also fake. It is created by the artist using his own control of the swordmanship..."

"Everything is the masterpiece of the artist!"

After fully waking up, Hu Dahai remembered that what he saw just now was a painting, not the man he really saw.

Didn't become that man's enemy.

Thinking about it carefully, I felt terrible, and couldn't help but gasp.

"hiss..."

"This kid's drawing skills are terrible!"

"It actually made me fall into it, thinking that the painting was real!"

"You can call him a master just because of the strength of painting!"

Spiritual painting, there is a spirit in the painting, which mainly shows the artistic conception of painting.

It does not outline the real painting world.

You have to go to Xianhua to have the world in the painting.

And the scenes that just appeared were all displayed by Hualing.