My Private Planet

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"You are not brave!" Wang Yan glared at him. ,

Li Zhan scratched his head and laughed a few times.

"Where are the others?" Wang Yan asked without investigating his violation of portrait rights, "Have you painted other gods?"

Artists rely on imagination, and putting limits on imagination is tantamount to stifling the artist's ability.

Moreover, Li Zhan suddenly evolved from a trash to a high-end combat power, and Wang Yan hoped that the stronger his abilities, the better.

Li Zhan successively developed the abilities of war songs and painting, and developed the abilities of the **** of art.

Wang Yan wondered whether other gods’ godheads could also be digging deeper?

In his world, there are 30 gods, most of which are built-in by the godhead, and they are very single. Most of the gods with the godhead conduct research and expansion on these single functions.

The only ones who came up with innovation were He Zhi and Jiang Kai!

Of course, there is now another Li Zhan.

Except for Xie Yufei, Liu Wanjun, a **** who is inherently powerful.

Several people who took a different path and developed new abilities of the Godhead have firmly occupied the leading position.

If possible, Li Zhan's example can be used as a promotion and encouragement among the gods.

You know, Feng Chunlai, the **** of business, is also a pillar god, and now he is basically playing the role of soy sauce!

And Liu Yiting, who complained to him about his poor abilities every day, and the God of Weaving and the God of Four Seasons who also lived in the Dark Continent, should arouse their confidence in developing the power of the Godhead.

The hidden enemy Azeroth has been developing for half a million years, and the gods have almost become virtual symbols, and the abilities that he derives must far exceed the pitiful thirty or so gods in his world.

At the same time as raising the level of planetary civilization, raising the abilities of the gods is the right path of development.

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"Painted!" Li Zhan said honestly. He pulled out a few paintings from under the table. The top one was a portrait of the God of War Liu Wanjun. It was lifelike, almost indistinguishable from a real person, just like it was printed in color. The photos are the same.

Li Zhan unfolded a thick stack of pictures.

There are Jiang Kai, the **** of war, Fan Rongjin, the **** of agriculture, Feng Chunlai, the **** of commerce, Liang Jing, the **** of water, and others...

"Courage is not small, and ambition is not small!" Wang Yan commented after looking at the scrolls, glancing at Li Zhan weirdly.

"Boss, this is not too hard! I thought, if I can draw the gods, who would dare to mess with me in the future!" Li Zhan rubbed his hands awkwardly, not embarrassed at all, "Boss, you Don't worry, I know how to measure, I didn't dare to draw the two ladies!"

"Humph!" Wang Yan snorted and asked, "What was the result? Can they get out of the painting?"

"Can't get out!" Li Zhan was a little frustrated, "Maybe my skill is not enough! Although they can form on the canvas, they can't make it through virtual reality!"

"Come on, try to get them out of the painting as soon as possible." Wang Yan encouraged.

"Yeah!" Li Zhan nodded and smiled, "Boss, I also thought, one day, I drew a picture of the gods, and when I threw it out, another large group of gods came out to fight for me. It's so handsome!"

Before, the nine-tailed fox Qingqiu was still arguing for him to ask for immortality. Unexpectedly, in just one or two days, Li Zhan had already worked out something similar to immortality!

"Can you teach it to others?" Wang Yan asked.

"I haven't tried it yet." Li Zhan shook his head, "However, if you want to learn this skill, the requirements for painting skills are very high, and I am afraid that it is not what ordinary people can achieve."

"Find someone to verify it as soon as possible." Wang Yan ordered.

"Yes." Li Zhan nodded confidently, "Boss, please, okay, the **** of art will definitely become the most brilliant **** under your hand."

Wang Yan smiled: "I am waiting for that day."

Li Zhan is like a chicken blood, he no longer needs the affairs of Azeroth to stimulate him, he will take the initiative to run forward!

"Li Zhan, did you try to paint some clouds and weather?" Wang Yan asked, "I remember that in the magic brush Ma Liang, Ma Liang could paint a vast ocean out of thin air on the wall. I remember that Ma Liang used a Jinshan Pit at the time. A corrupt official..."

"I haven't tried yet. I can draw a living thing. I'm already very excited. I want to report it to the boss..." Li Zhan said, but he was stunned. He whispered, "Draw on the wall. Out of the ocean, do you create a world in the painting? Boss, you are really a genius. Changing the things in the painting can only be regarded as a trail. Sending external things into the painting may be the real painting, Nuwa Empress The pictures of mountains, rivers and shrines should be a magical tool for the ultimate interpretation of painting."

Do you make the world in the painting?

Wang Yan was also stunned.

He had to admire Li Zhan’s imagination. If he could really create a world in the painting, then Li Zhan’s ability would once again be greatly improved, far surpassing the first-line **** of war Liu Wanjun, the **** of war Jiang Kai, the **** of marriage He Zhi is waiting!

Moreover, the creation of a world in the painting is comparable to the function of his small black house in the confinement space!

Just do it.

Li Zhan spread out the rice paper, grinds, adjusts the paint, and starts a new round of creation.

He didn't rush to create a world, but started with the cloud and misty weather that Wang Yan said.

With just a few strokes, Li Zhan drew a gust of wind on the paper. With a shake of his hand, the wind blew out of the painting, and Wang Yan felt a chill on his cheeks.

Sure enough, no problem!

Wang Yan nodded, it seemed easier than drawing a living thing.

Li Zhan's brushstrokes kept on. This time, he took a little longer. He drew a dark cloud on the paper. Under the dark cloud, there were several lightning bolts.

The lightning fell from the clouds and hit the ground.

It took Li Zhan more than twenty minutes to draw this dark cloud and lightning diagram.

After the painting was completed, he solemnly examined the matter for a few minutes, solemnly stamped his seal, and then nodded to Wang Yan to activate the image on the painting.

In a flash.

A cloud of dark clouds flew out of the paper, with rumbling thunder and crackling lightning, from small to large, floating towards its place in the sky.

Seeing the flying clouds, Li Zhan's breathing stopped, and his hand holding the brush was shaking slightly, looking forward to the next scene.

If it succeeds, then his artistic **** is truly exuberant, with both offensive and defensive capabilities, he is simply an almighty god.

But the end result disappointed him!

The dark cloud only floated less than three feet high, then dissipated in the air, turned into a piece of ink, and splashed on the ground. In the end, it did not show the crazy scene of Li Zhan's eyes, dark clouds covering the sun, lightning and thunder.

He couldn't help sighing, and said bitterly: "It's still a failure!"

"Not a failure, I think you have succeeded!" Next to him, Wang Yan, who had witnessed everything, pointed his finger at the table he used to draw, his eyes could not hide the shock, "Li Zhan, you draw Real lightning!"

On the desktop, there was a scorched trace, exactly where the lightning in the dark cloud had just struck.