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Chapter 146 Time and time brushwork, "Painting Saint" Zhang Sengyou!

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    "How many of you dare to be rude to this king's guests? Tell me, how should this king deal with you?!"

    At this time, the voice of Dongting Dragon Lord sounded faintly again.

    Immediately, the expressions of those people changed suddenly, and they all looked at the Dragon King of Sanshui Lake.

    Facing the eyes of those people begging for help, the Dragon King of Sanshui Lake sighed helplessly.

    The backgrounds of these people are relatively prominent in the Northern Wilderness, and they are of great help to him. Now, they all came to the banquet at his own invitation.

    At this moment, they were in trouble, and if I didn't speak out to help them, I would definitely chill their hearts.

    Moreover, if they were allowed to have accidents at their own banquets, it would be tantamount to embarrassing themselves!

    As soon as his thoughts changed, the Dragon King of Sanshui Lake could only bite the bullet and look at Dongting Dragon Lord, pleading, "Long Lord, these friends of mine just made a slip of the tongue just now, please don't be angry!"

    "I'm making a slip of the tongue, please forgive me, Lord Long."

    When those people saw this, they quickly bowed and clasped their hands together.

    Dongting Dragon Lord glanced at the Sanshui Dragon King lightly, and immediately said in a deep voice, "Forget it, for the sake of the Sanshui Dragon King, this king will not care about you this time!"

    "Thank you, Lord Long!"

    When those people heard the words, they were secretly relieved in their hearts, and thanked them quickly.

    Seeing this, the Dragon King of Sanshui heaved a sigh of relief.

    "Brother Zhong also gave me a face, how about letting this matter go?!"

    At this time, Dongting Dragon Lord looked at Zhong Kui again and smiled.

    "Since Lord Long has spoken, there is nothing he can do!"

    Zhong Kui smiled lightly, nodded, and sat down again.

    The Dongting Dragon Lord's attitude towards this matter is already very face-saving, and he will naturally not refute the Dongting Dragon Lord's face now!

    Immediately afterwards, Dongting Dragon Lord looked at Bu Feifan again, with a slightly deep look in his eyes, pointing to the painting on the painting table on the right, and said in a deep voice, "Little brother, please continue your painting!"

    Bu Feifan nodded, temporarily put aside his grievances with these people, and immediately, after glancing at Nie Xiaoqian, he returned to the painting table.

    "Young master"

    Nie Xiaoqian looked at Bu Feifan who had returned to the painting table, and there was a trace of tenderness and strange light in her eyes.

    The scene where Bu Feifan stood in front of her was constantly replaying in her mind.

    For a while, Nie Xiaoqian only felt warm in her heart, as if eating honey, and her whole body felt sweet and greasy.

    But at this moment, on Bu Feifan's drawing paper, a lifelike dragon is poking its claws into the clouds and mist, looming, as if it will burst out of the clouds and mist at any time, appearing in front of everyone.

    However, the Shenlong has not been completely drawn yet, because Bu Feifan has not yet painted a pair of eyes on it.

    "Hmph, there's not even a layer of light in the painting, I want to see how embarrassing he is!"

    "You don't need to look at this painting. No matter how well the pair of eyes are painted, it is only a first- or second-grade painting. If you want to win Master Lu, it's a dream!"

    "Such a child, I don't know why Zhong Tianshi and Long Jun are so protective of him, it's really annoying!"

    "Hey, there is still a 80% or 90% chance of drawing a 'sixth grade painting', and now even the first grade is hanging Wait a minute, let's see how you end up!"

    ""

    Everyone in the hall, looking at the paintings on Bu Feifan's painting table at this moment, also had their own thoughts, showing contempt and ridicule.

    However, after Dongting Dragon Lord said that 'Bu Feifan' was his guest, everyone present did not dare to sneer at will.

    Of course, Master Lu is an exception.

    Because he himself has the cultivation base of the peak of Xuanxian, and he has the backing of a "painting saint" behind him, so he is not very afraid of Dongting Dragon Lord.

    At this moment, he stared at Bu Feifan's painting, and immediately snorted coldly with displeasure on his face: "Hmph, I thought you had made some achievements in 'Painting Dao', but I didn't expect that this painting has been drawn so far  At this point, there is still not even a layer of 'painting light'"

    "The old man is really ashamed to have such a fight with you!"

    Bu Feifan held the dragon pattern pen in his hand, turned his head and grinned at the gloomy and displeased Master Lu, and said, "Don't be too complacent, or your face will hurt later!"

    "Face hurts?!"

    Master Lu was slightly taken aback, not knowing why.

    At this moment, Bu Feifan was concentrating on holding the pen, and his expression became extremely concentrated!

    For a moment, there was a strange feeling all over his body.?The misty aura, and the figure seems to be separated from the whole world, which looks very strange.

    Immediately afterwards, he picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, and dropped it on the drawing paper.

    This stroke seems to fall very fast, but in the consciousness of everyone, it appears to be extremely slow and contradictory, which makes everyone feel dizzy inexplicably.

    And when this stroke fell on the paper, everyone had an inexplicable illusion, as if it took countless epochs to actually fall on the paper.

    Immediately, everyone was shocked, and they all cried out in surprise¡ª¡ª

    "This is how the same thing?!"

    "Why do I feel like it's been a long time since this one fell?!"

    "Me too"

    "It's horrible, this what kind of painting is this?!"

    ""

    At this time, Master Lu's pupils shrank, his face was full of shock, he could hardly control his voice, and subconsciously exclaimed: "A stroke of time gathers 'spirit' and transforms 'meaning', this is the brushwork of time  You you actually mastered this kind of painting?!"

    "Timely brushwork?!"

    At the same time, Dongting Dragon Lord couldn't help but suddenly widen his eyes when he saw Bu Feifan's painting, and two bright lights burst out.

    "Saiyue brushwork?! Is it the unique painting method of Zhang Sengyou, the saint of painting?!"

    When the Dragon King of Sanshui heard the words, his pupils shrank and he blurted out.

    "Saiyue brushwork, is this a disciple of Zhang Sengyou, the 'Painting Saint'?!"

    An old man with white hair and white beard also recognized the 'time brushwork' at this time, and immediately looked at Bu Feifan with suspicion in his eyes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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