Too Wild Swallowing Heaven

The practice of martial arts is divided into entry, small success, great success, and perfection.

Alchemy is divided into four levels: Chengdan, plump, round, and Danwen.

Liu Wuxie participated in the alchemy conference for the alchemy pavilion in the secular world, and refined the alchemy pattern.

After entering the cultivation world, few people knew about his alchemy skills. Before leaving Tianbaozong, he defeated Huang Tao of Baodan Peak, but it was not him himself, but his disciple Bi Gongyu.

The Dao of Painting is also divided into four grades, Nengpin, Miaopin, Shenpin and Yipin.

Ordinary paintings, called Nengpin, have well-proportioned proportions and can reach the level of Nengpin without any major mistakes.

To be able to cross the first stage and draw wonderful works is no longer an ordinary person, but a master level.

I often hear that a certain master has brilliant brushwork, and the works he draws can be said to be full of wit and wit, to the point of perfection. These are all wonderful words.

Reaching this level, there are not many Ninghai cities.

Looking at the entire southern region, he is definitely a generation of painters who can paint wonderful works.

As for divine items, they are even rarer.

Their works can no longer be described by form, but by expression.

Every painting is a vivid work, with a strong charm in the painting, not only the sense of picture, but the whole level.

Let you take a look, and you can bring it into the painting. This is the painting environment.

There is no one in a million who can figure out the realm of painting. Even Hua Chenye is still a little behind Qiu Baihao in the process of painting.

The painting environment is wonderful, but it really exists.

Someone once painted a painting, and the people who looked at it actually stood in front of the painting for a whole year.

After waking up a year later, he told others that he entered the world in the painting, lived in it for a year, and even built a hut with his own hands.

Countless people flocked to it, and later they discovered that there was actually a thatched cottage in the painting, exactly as the person viewing the painting had said.

At that time, the author did not describe this thatched cottage at all. There is only one possibility, that the viewer enters the painting environment.

As for Yipin, it is only limited to legends, and no one has actually seen it.

It is said that the person who can draw this painting, the entire southern region, a painter did it a thousand years ago.

The painted picture interprets his own world, and the painter himself enters the painting environment, and has never come out since then.

A generation of painters disappeared without a trace.

As for whether that painting still exists in this world, it has long been unknown.

Qiu Baihao's painting skills are superb, no wonder Yin Jingwu does not hesitate to use him.

As long as Qiu Baihao wins Liu Wuxie, even if he can't win Yu Ruyi back, he can still slap Liu Wuxie hard, letting him know how powerful Qinghongmen is.

No one is optimistic about Liu Wuxie in this level, including Murong Yi.

Because Murong Yi knew Qiu Baihao's painting skills very well.

They once sparred against each other, and they were evenly matched.

No one expected that Liu Wuxie agreed.

This answer made everyone feel unbelievable.

Yin Jingwu no longer has any good things to show, so he can only look at Qiu Baihao.

"I'll take this Yuanyang Stone and bet on the long sword on your body!"

Qiu Baihao was not very interested in the ancient bamboo shoots, he was interested in the ancient long sword that Liu Wuxie cut out.

That is a real half-day weapon.

Although the law was severely damaged, the materials inside were intact, making it very suitable for making components.

With Qiu Baihao's aptitude, it will be a matter of time before he breaks through the baby-transformation realm, and it is imperative to create an elemental weapon.

"it is good!"

Liu Wuxie agreed, her eyes fixed on the Yuanyang Stone.

Yuanyang Stone is also a kind of Lingshi, which contains extremely strong Yuanyang Qi.

Especially for male monks, after absorbing it, the Qi of Yuanyang will be increased, which is of great benefit to the body.

Most importantly, Yuanyang Qi can nourish Liu Wuxie's wild world.

The inside is lifeless, lacking a pure yang force, this Yuanyang stone came too timely.

The two sides signed a letter of war.

Everyone's appetite was mobilized again. This time, there was even more suspense in the fight, whether Liu Wuxie could create another miracle.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Even if you can't create a miracle, I hope you don't lose too badly.

Originally, many monks who wanted to participate in the painting put down their brushes one after another, gathered around them, and witnessed Qiu Baihao's painting with their own eyes.

Except for a very few people, [-]% of the people present gave up.

It is an honor to be able to witness the birth of a god. Anyway, their painting skills are very ordinary, and it doesn't make much sense to paint or not to paint.

Yin Jingwu personally grinds for Qiu Baihao.

Putting the two tables together and unfolding the rice paper, Qiu Baihao released a faint charm.

"Picture rhyme!"

There were bursts of exclamations from around, shocked by the breath released from Qiu Baihao's body.

On the other hand, Liu Wuxie was still sitting there without any movement.

This puzzled many people.

Painting is not poetry. It takes a long time. Do you plan to sit like this forever?

Murong Yi's eyes fell on Liu Wuxie's face, and found that there was no fluctuation on his face, and he didn't pay attention to this fight.

This made her more and more curious about Liu Wuxie.

When Qiu Baihao wrote down the first stroke, pieces of painting lines poured out all around and landed on the rice paper.

then!

One stroke after another, the surroundings gradually quieted down, so as not to disturb their painting.

Everyone held their breath, watching the sketched line drawings appear on the rice paper.

Qiu Baihao was silent in his own world, and every line of painting, like elves, was constantly jumping on the drawing paper.

The people around covered their mouths, so as not to frighten the elves deduced by these painted patterns.

"Miss, this Qiu Baihao's painting environment has improved a lot, this pass is not good for Mr. Liu!"

Miss Yan came over, stood behind Murong Yi, and whispered.

Murong Yi also frowned slightly, secretly worried for Liu Wuxie.

Time passed by every minute and every second, half an hour passed without knowing it, and Qiu Baihao's picture of mountains and rivers was coming to an end.

He has drawn this picture of mountains and rivers no less than tens of thousands of times, and he can almost draw it with his eyes closed.

Coupled with this extraordinary performance, every line is vivid for the rest of life, which can be said to be the best of the gods.

"Worthy of being one of the four great talents in Ninghai City, this painting skill is very hopeful to break through the shackles of divine rank and step into the level of noble rank."

Many people cheered in low voices, stunned by Qiu Baihao's smooth and smooth technique.

At the end of the painting, I paint with both hands together, holding a thick brush in one hand and a thin brush in the other, mainly to outline those thick lines.

An hour later, a majestic map of mountains and rivers appeared in front of everyone.

High mountains, flowing water, trees, waterfalls, and a large number of mysterious beasts shuttle through the dense forest.

"Look at these mysterious beasts, none of them are repeated, and their expressions and expressions are very lifelike."

The moment I put down the pen, the surroundings exploded, and I was stunned by this painting.

"Good painting, really good painting!"

Countless voices of praise came from all around.

Even in the depths of Murong Yi's eyes, there was a hint of admiration.

With this painting skill, even if it is her, it will be difficult to surpass Qiu Baihao tonight.

"There are also these trees, each leaf is actually different, how did he do it."

Even Xiexin Hall and several disciples of Tianluo Valley sent compliments generously.

"I seem to hear the sound of a waterfall!"

A Qinghongmen disciple, standing in front of this picture of mountains and rivers, seemed to hear the sound of a waterfall.

Of course this is false, an auditory hallucination.

If you really hear the sound of the waterfall, it is close to Yipin.

Obviously, Qiu Baihao still has a long way to go from Yipin, and he has not even reached the realm of painting.

Only by entering the painting environment first can you break through the final artistic conception.

"Liu Wuxie basically has no chance of winning this level, unless he can draw a masterpiece."

Many people said secretly.

With this painting alone, even Bai Zhi shook his head. Hua Chenye chose to give up because he didn't paint this time.

"Liu Wuxie, Senior Brother Qiu has finished, it's your turn."

Yin Jingwu looked at Liu Wuxie, and it was only then that everyone remembered that the fight between them was not over yet.

I was attracted by this picture of mountains and rivers just now, and forgot where I was.

An hour passed, and Liu Wuxie sat there without any intention of writing.

This made many people confused, did Liu Wuxie give up fighting painting?

"Brother Liu, are you okay?"

Shui Huan walked over with a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine!"

Liu Wuxie withdrew her gaze and smiled slightly at Shui Huan.

He had been practicing silently just now, and he didn't take this kind of fighting painting to heart.

"It's fine, brother Liu plans to paint."

Shui Huan still believed in Liu Wuxie, since he agreed to fight for paintings, he must have hidden means.

"A door!"

Liu Wuxie suddenly said three words.

"Hahaha……"

There was a burst of laughter from all around, Liu Wuxie actually only drew a door, is there something wrong with his head?

Hearing Liu Wuxie draw a door, Shui Huan looked puzzled.

"Brother Liu, are you sure you only draw one door?"

Shui Huan still asked uncertainly.

Qiu Baihao drew a picture of mountains and rivers, which was so realistic that even he secretly admired it. Liu Wuxie wanted to beat him unless he drew a higher picture of mountains and rivers.

No matter in terms of quality, or the number of those trees and mysterious beasts, it is enough to crush the opponent.

How can you win this fight with just one door?

"OK, I'll just draw a door!"

Liu Wuxie had a certain expression on his face. He didn't like to lie, and he didn't know how to lie.

"What do you need me to do!"

Now that Liu Wuxie has decided, it's hard for Shui Huan to say anything.

Qiu Baihao has a lot of people to help over there, and Liu Wuxie is alone here, hoping to contribute a little bit.

"Grind for me!"

Liu Wuxie asked Shui Huan to grind it for him.

Only a faint grinding sound echoed on the painting boat.

"Liu Wuxie, don't waste time, you will lose this level."

The disciples of the Qinghongmen started clamoring, telling Liu Wuxie to give up quickly.

Murong Yi looked worried. If Liu Wuxie loses this test, then Qinghongmen will definitely launch a crazy attack on him. Whether she can withstand it is still unknown.

"Miss, do you know his intention?"

Miss Yan also looked worried, and she also wanted to know what kind of door Liu Wuxie painted.

"Look!"

Murong Yi took a step forward and stood by the fence on the second floor, her beautiful eyes fell on Liu Wuxie's body.

Shui Huan put the inkstone in front of Liu Wuxie, and spread out the rice paper.

Liu Wuxie picked up a fine brush, dipped it in ink, and gently sketched an image of a portal on the rice paper.

"He... he really just drew a door."

Everyone was stunned, but Liu Wuxie did not lie.