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Cheng Yijie put down the brush in his hand with a proud smile on his face. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with his performance today.
" Normally, he wouldn't be able to draw paintings of this level. Today, he was under a lot of pressure, which made his mood and strength improve.
"it's your turn."
He turned to look at Asakusa Ryuichiro, with a look of disdain in his eyes. How could such a little kid with no hair evenly grow compare with his decades of skills.
Asakusa Ryuichiro snorted and said nothing. He asked someone to bring him paper and pen, and he started to draw.
He painted very slowly and used a single paint, only black, which formed a sharp contrast with Cheng Yijie just now.
Ten minutes later, the lines of the painting were slowly outlined. Although it was only a part of the painting, it looked simple and rough, without any hint of brilliance.
"Oh my god, you dare to come to Xuanyuan Pavilion to challenge us at this level. You are too good at it"
"It's so ridiculous. I really don't know who gave them the courage to dare to challenge our Xuanyuan Kingdom's Painting Saint at this level"
"If I had known that he was only at this level, I would have taken action. Then there would be no need for the master to take action"
People were talking one by one, with disdain and ridicule in their tone, as if they had already seen Xuanyuan's victory.
There was no expression of joy on Li Heci's face. Everything that goes against the rules is a monster. It is said that Asakusa was the one who challenged the painting master Fu Shan. Although he lost in the end, the gap was not too big.
In this case, he did not take action personally, but instead asked his son to fight. This shows that Asakusa Ryuichiro must be unique in his own way, and even better than him.
Song Haotian glanced at Asakusa Ryuichiro and his painting with his spiritual consciousness, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he already understood the other party's tricks.
Liu Zimei lay in his ear and exhaled like orchid: "Little brother, who do you think will win between the two of them?"
Although she hates Cheng Yijie, she represents Xuanyuan Kingdom after all, so she naturally does not want the other party to win.
Song Haotian said calmly: "He is no opponent. He has traveled thousands of miles to Xuanyuan, how can he be so easy to deal with."
"Oh! But this guy's painting looks ordinary."
Song Haotian said: "Now is just the beginning, you will know later."
It took Ryuichiro Asakusa an hour to complete his painting.
At this moment, there is a picture of a murderous soul on his drawing paper. The murderous soul on it looks extremely fierce, giving people a creepy feeling of terror.
"However, in terms of painting skills, his painting has just touched the threshold of the realm of agility at best. It is not high-level and cannot compare to the peony painting next to it.
"Hahaha, you kid is really funny. He dares to show off such a broken painting to embarrass himself. I think you should go back as soon as possible"
"Yes, this game has a result, President Cheng won"
"I originally thought it was a king, but in fact it was just a piece of bronze. Why would a guy like this come here"
As soon as Ryuichiro Asakusa put down his paintbrush, everyone else turned on the taunting mode, and they were all spitting with joy.
However, Asakusa remained unmoved at all and said with a sneer: "The game is not over yet. Isn't it too early for you to make judgments now?"
A young man from the Jiangnan Provincial Calligraphy and Painting Association said disdainfully, "I don't believe what other tricks you can come up with?"
Li Heci frowned slightly and never expressed his opinion. He always felt that something was wrong with this painting.
Being able to make Asakusa Chi so calm and admire her so highly, logically speaking, there must be something unique about her, but now I don't find any difference.
¡°Let¡¯s start tasting.¡±
Ryuichiro Asakusa still had an indifferent expression. He came to the peony picture, glanced at it contemptuously, and uttered two words: "Garbage!"
"What? You have such a broken painting, but you still dare to say that mine is rubbish?"
Cheng Yijie was immediately furious. He felt that he had been greatly insulted. He stepped to the table, raised his hand and pointed at the scroll and said, "You are nothing. At most, you are in the early stage of mobility. How can you compare with my painting"
Others agreed with his statement and felt that the two peonies had an absolute advantage, and there was no doubt about it.
? ???At this moment, wisps of black air suddenly appeared on the picture of the evil spirit. As the black air floated out, the evil spirit on the painting suddenly disappeared, and then a black shadow rushed towards Cheng Yijie. Submerged into his body.
"ah¡¡"
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? off the people around are in wanton mode of ridicule, and saw this scene, everyone opened their mouths, frightened and at a loss.
And at this moment, Cheng Yijie's eyes first flashed with confusion, and then he lost all consciousness and started shouting with claws and teeth bared.
He kept tearing his hair and scratching his chest, as if he was possessed by a vicious spirit.
Li Heci¡¯s expression suddenly changed and he looked horrified.
"Drawing ghosts becomes reality. Is this the legendary realm of reality?"
He was not afraid of the evil spirit, but was shocked by the level of painting shown by the other party.
Generally speaking, painting can be divided into four realms: recording, agility, detail, and reality.
Being able to achieve recording is considered a small success, and achieving agility is considered a success.
The state of entering the subtle realm can be called Mahayana, but it is definitely very rare. The previous painter Fu Shan spent his whole life exploring and came into contact with this state before his death.
Looking at the entire Xuanyuan, only Song Haotian has reached this level.
And the last state is reality. It is said that once you enter this state, whatever you draw can become anything.
¡°No one has ever believed that this realm can be real, thinking it is just a beautiful legend.
But now Asakusa Ryuichiro draws a vicious spirit, and immediately the evil spirit appears on his body. This is exactly the same as the state of transformation. Could it be said that the other party has really reached this legendary state? How can this be?
But if you don¡¯t believe it, the facts are right in front of you, and you really can¡¯t find any reason to deny it.
"Hahaha, Li Heci, there is no need to question it, my son has already reached the realm of reality."
Asakusa Zhi seemed to have expected this, and walked over triumphantly, "As far as I know, you Xuanyuan don't even have masters who have entered the subtle realm, let alone transformed into reality.
How about it? Do you think this game is worth continuing? If you want me to say, just admit defeat. After all, you Xuanyuan people are far behind us in Hua Dao! "
The guy became more and more proud as he talked, and finally burst into laughter again.
Li Heci's face was livid, and he was naturally unwilling to admit defeat, but in the face of this situation, even if he played in person, it would be of no use.
He is at the peak level of agility at best, but he is far behind the transformation level.
Strength is strength, and emotions cannot make up for it at all.
The expressions of ridicule on the faces of other people around him were gone, and they were extremely shocked. They also realized that they were going to be in trouble today.
Li Heci was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.
"Since Mr. Ling has reached the state of transformation, I can only accept defeat and there will be no need to compete in the next competition."
Although he was extremely unwilling, there was nothing he could do. The realm of transformation was completely unattainable to him, and he could not reach it even if he spent a lifetime painting.
No wonder the opponent said before that there was no need for a referee. With such a gap in realm, there was no need for others to judge, so he just gave up. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com