The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

After saying this, the situation in the arena suddenly changed.

Rong Yunjing's vote was naturally disapproving, so the votes of both sides should be equal and a new vote should be made.

Xi Qingyin's brain reaction speed has always been slow, but this time it is a strange instant reaction.He whispered to the people around him, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Deliberately not voting, waiting for Rong Tianhe to shake out his ambition like a sieve, and then unexpectedly come to overturn the situation.

Rong Yunjing said, "Well, on purpose."

Xi Qingyin: "..."

If Rong Tianhe is a jackal, then Rong Yunjing is a little fox. It has to be said that this method is very clever, directly stepping on the only possible path in the desperate situation.

Look at Rong Tianhe again.

His face was not as calm as before.He could barely maintain the appearance of a gentleman, but his eyes were extremely dark.

The man in black stepped forward at the right time: "Voting starts again."

There was no sound in the arena.

There was a man in the red robe who wrote 'approve', and immediately a partner stopped him and said in a low voice, "You are crazy! We are basically abandoned now, and when the "Fat Sheep Policy" is released, we will all end up dead."

The man hesitated for a few seconds, then quickly turned around.

This time the voting was much slower than before. Most of the gold-robed people remained the same, and the most changed were the red-robed people.

As soon as the result came out, there were more negative votes than favorable votes.

"Fat Sheep Policy" was officially rejected!

Xi Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief.

On the one hand, the status of the royal family has been shaken.

On the other hand, once this policy is released, it will be their royal painters who will bear the brunt of it.It's frightening to think about being an emotionless painting machine.

As soon as I thought of this, a burst of sound woke up all the people who were in a daze.

A man in a red robe held an ion gun, poured spiritual power into it, and shouted:

"Our sacrifice is for a better future!"

After finishing speaking, he launched an attack immediately, and the target went straight to Xi Qingyin.

There were bursts of exclamations.

The fool also knows that before the two sides confront the enemy, the most important thing is to kill the imperial painter of the opposing camp first.

This action shows that what everyone will face next will be an unprecedented fight between gods!

When Xi Qingyin was still in a state of bewilderment, Rong Yunjing in front of him skillfully set up the protective shield, blocking this attack effortlessly.

Just as imperial painters put spiritual energy into the tip of their brushes to paint, so the warriors of the empire fight in a very straightforward way.People with warrior talent inject spiritual power into various new weapons, urging them to produce extremely lethal attacks.

There are two necessary conditions. On the one hand, you must be rich and be able to buy the most high-end weapons.On the other hand, it is strong enough and has enough mental power to activate these high-end weapons.

Rong Yunjing occupies both, and can be said to be the most direct lethal person in the arena.If he wants to protect a person, there is really no one who is present.

The first attack failed, but the red-robed men were not discouraged, they seemed to have made up their minds, and they were sure that the gold-medal imperial painters would just beat them up.The gold medalists didn't lose the chain, they almost reflexively protected the imperial painter, and then counterattacked.

The people on both sides were fighting in full swing, and the dust was flying everywhere.

Yu WoXin's reaction was extremely quick.

The pacifist was most afraid of seeing a fight, so he quickly ran behind Xi Qingyin.

Xi Qingyin said in a daze in the confusion: "What are you doing here, don't you know that there is a concentrated battle around Yuhuashi?"

Terrified, Yu Wo held the lady's short/cannon in his hand, and said tremblingly: "Master Xi, please be sober, with the protection of His Royal Highness, this is the safest place in the entire hall."

Xi Qingyin was speechless.

Those war-torn days deep in my memory are gradually refurbished.

It's like some old dusty photos, which are anxiously wiped clean with a rag, and forced to be brought up one after another.

The memory of his body was obviously faster than the reaction speed of his brain. He took out the drawing board and easel reflexively, and held the pen hesitantly for a long time without moving, not knowing what to draw.

With a small pendant standing on the ground, Rong Yunjing drew a circle extremely quickly, and the ion mask was activated instantly.

"Stand in the circle and don't move!"

Xi Qingyin looked at the person in front of her without blinking her eyes.

After a moment of pause, Rong Yunjing slowed down and said, "Promise me, don't move around, okay?"

Xi Qingyin nodded slowly: "Okay."

After getting the guarantee, Rong Yunjing was relieved and was the first to charge forward.

Yu Woxin patted his chest and said: "This is the latest type of protective weapon in the empire. It is hard to find, and our Yu family can't buy it even if we have money. As long as His Royal Highness is not defeated, this circle will not collapse. No one or attack I will enter the circle, but fortunately I reacted quickly and was in the circle from the very beginning, which is considered to be in the honor of you, Master Xi."

Seeing that Xi Qingyin was motionless, Yu Woxin raised his hand and said, "You draw yours, I promise not to disturb you!"

Xi Qingyin still didn't move.

He held the paintbrush and looked ahead hesitantly.

This fighting scene is obviously not as intense as the previous battlefields. Tens of thousands of people attack each other at every turn, the dust rises up, and it is so dark that nothing can be seen.

But this was the closest he was to the main battlefield.

When fighting in the past, Xi Qingyin, as the imperial painter, was never under strict protection, almost followed by a small team of soldiers, and immediately stepped forward to act as a human shield when the situation was slightly wrong.He fell in a special place at the back like an old man, and followed while drawing.

It's different now.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and lives were lost, all of which actually happened within a few meters.

Yu Woxin's voice sounded: "The marshal launched an attack first and took the lead. I feel like we are going to lose!"

Xi Qingyin's fingers trembled intermittently.

Looking up to the front, only halos and blood can be seen.In the gap, they saw Rong Yunjing and Rong Tianhe who were fighting together, but only afterimages could be seen.

Even Pian Ying could see that Rong Yunjing was at a disadvantage.

The other party obviously made two-handed preparations. If the "Fat Sheep Policy" is not passed, a big battle will greet them.

It turned out that Rong Tianhe had already prepared, ready to capture everyone in golden robes on the spot.

Draw something, draw something quickly.

This idea has been driving Xi Qingyin, but the changes happened so fast, his mind went blank, and he didn't know what to draw.

Yu Woxin's scream sounded, and Xi Qingyin's eardrums trembled.

Looking up in a trance, every movement, every grain of dust, is like a high-definition video, which is constantly replaying in front of my eyes.

The main hall of Zhengyang Star was hit very loose by a burst of impact artillery, and a main beam at the top collapsed.

Watching the heavy beams fall, Xi Qingyin closed her eyes subconsciously, but the expected pain did not come.

When I opened my eyes, the beam hit the mask and broke.

He has Rong Yunjing's protection, but the others don't have such good luck.No one expected such a sudden thing, many people were hit by the hit at once, lying on the ground and wailing.

Yu Fuxin said anxiously: "Where is my third brother?! He is not an imperial painter, nor is he a soldier! He should have been dragged into the circle just now!"

Hearing the sound, Xi Qingyin followed and scanned the field.

In the dusty gap, Yu Mujin was protected by Tao Xiaoxiao, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, coughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

As if feeling Xi Qingyin's gaze, he raised his eyes suddenly, and the eyes of the two happened to meet.

In the confusion, Yu Mujin removed the handkerchief, shook her head slightly, and made a mouth shape.

"The age of peace is over."

Until this moment, Xi Qingyin's brain was finally separated from the muddle, as clear as rebirth from ashes.

Time was delayed for too long, and the golden robes were completely at a disadvantage.Not only was his mental strength unable to keep up, but the prepared weapons were also broken one by one, and in the end it was almost an unarmed fight.

Rong Tianhe stopped in the middle of the fight, smiled and said: "It doesn't make sense, and we have to resort to force to solve it. Look back at those who supported you. The reason for this miserable situation is all yours, Xiaojing. "

Rong Yunjing still nodded warmly, and said: "Little uncle really always believes in the point of view of 'it's not my fault'."

Rong Tianhe laughed and clapped his hands: "Of course. Qing Shui didn't teach you, try to find faults in others... Oh, I forgot, Qing Shui left early, there is no time to teach you these things."

Never expecting that the other party would talk about his mother, Rong Yunjing's eyes darkened, followed by a more rapid attack.

The two fought together, and no one lost.

On the other side, Xi Qingyin picked up the paintbrush and already had a rough idea in her mind.

Now the task of the place of inheritance is sketch oil painting and traditional Chinese painting with a score of 70 or more.If you complete these three tasks, the corresponding reward is that the cat mask reduces fuel and can be used normally.

I haven't finished reading "Chinese Painting Techniques" over there, and the help brought by fighting Chinese painting is far less than that of oil painting and sketching.Undoubtedly, the protagonists of today must be oil paintings and sketches.

It was observed that the gold-robed warriors were exhausted after the battle, and many of them fell to the ground.Oil painting can repair the mental strength damaged in battle, and the most important thing now is naturally oil painting.

When the first stroke fell, it was as if a small fly was following it, buzzing continuously.

"Wow! Illustrator Xi, you didn't even shake your pen at all. It's amazing! What are you going to paint? A hundred birds chasing a phoenix? A phoenix nirvana?"

"Hey, the Yu family has always been in business, and this is the first time I've seen Master Yuhuashi's paintings up close. He's so handsome!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this brushwork is like that who is reincarnated. It is worthy of being an S-level imperial painter. After watching your painting experience, I can brag about it for a year!!!"

Xi Qingyin stopped the tip of the pen unbearably, and looked to the side coolly, all emotions were hidden in the calm eyes.

Yu Woxin immediately closed his mouth, as quiet as a chicken.

**

Tao Xiaoxiao pushed Yu Mujin irritably, and said, "How about I cover you to go out and come back to fight again."

Yu Hibiscus: "No."

Tao Xiaoxiao: "Then you stand still and don't keep thinking about taking medicine to save people, first find a place to hide."

Yu Mujin: "There are too many soldiers on the ground, if you don't save them, you will die."

Tao Xiaoxiao was on the verge of collapse: "Then what do you want, I can't fight well with you!"

Yu Mujin bit off the gauze and raised her eyes blankly after the bandage was finished: "I don't seem to ask you to protect me."

Tao smiled and said, "Hey, do you still have a conscience? Without my protection, you would be dead within 5 minutes. You die faster than anyone else, and your mouth is harder than anyone else."

Yu Mujin lowered her eyes and said, "I didn't want to get out alive today."

The two were silent for a while.

The man who was bandaged struggled to stand up, picked up the ion cannon that someone left behind forcefully from the ground, and plunged into the melee without looking back.

Before leaving, he glanced at the two of them: "If you can't survive, then try to kill more people. Annihilate the rebel party today, and my parents and brothers will not suffer from the pain of war tomorrow."

Before Tao Xiaoxiao could react, Yu Mujin had already put life and death aside, running around under the shock guns of various laser weapons, and kept taking out medicines as if they didn't need money.

Tao Xiaoxiao had no choice but to follow closely for protection.

Anyway, this is also the younger brother of his elder brother's fiancée, so he can't be called a relative, but he can't just watch him die, because his conscience can't pass this test.

After rescuing another fallen soldier, Tao Xiaoxiao said helplessly: "The defeat is set, and the opponent obviously came prepared. The root cause of these people is not physical trauma, but mental exhaustion. You look like this Rescue is simply treating the symptoms but not the root cause.”

Yu Mujin still said the same sentence: "I...can't escape alive."

Tao Xiaoxiao was even more helpless.

Looking at the devastation, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Where is the imperial painter, the imperial painter doesn't even work!"

The roar was hidden under the huge shock wave, and no one could perceive the despair in Tao Xiaoxiao's words.

But in the group battle, everyone seems to have the same idea. When suffering and setbacks, the existence of Yuhuashi is like a spring of sweet spring water, which is enough to cheer everyone up again.

Many gold-robed people looked at Xi Qingyin expectantly.

——What are you drawing, an hour has passed, why haven’t you finished drawing, hurry up, please hurry up!

Earlier, many people participated in the boycott of Xi Qingyin. At this time, those old events seemed to be completely forgotten. At this special moment, Xi Qingyin is a god.

It is the God who can turn the tide in their eyes. All the exhaustion, all the desperate predicaments, and all the bodies on the verge of death seem to be able to come back to life because of this person.

Corresponding to it is the man in red.

Although he is not the God of War, the words Xi Qingyin already represent a lot.

Their gazes were fixed on Xi Qingyin's direction all the time, the ion shield was so brightly lit by various laser weapons that it was almost impossible to see the people inside under the strict attack.

He could only vaguely see a thin figure in the light, wearing a golden robe, and the tail of his hair trembled slightly.

It's like a built-in flashlight. It's so beautiful that it's dazzling, and it's even more frightening.The trembling of every hair tail seems to indicate that the people in the mask are adding ink.

They attacked like crazy, hoping that the mask would be shattered in a certain moment, and the people inside would be knocked down in an instant, and then they would be unable to paint.It is best to directly penetrate that thin body and completely disintegrate the spiritual support of everyone in the golden robe.

But it's useless, if Rong Yunjing doesn't fall down, Xi Qingyin will be fine for a day.

After realizing this, they begged Xi Qingyin to give up painting like crazy.

Obviously he was ridiculed by people from all over the empire before, and it was obviously not his guilt that he had no choice but to accept one by one in the end.

After suffering all kinds of persecution, will he continue to paint paintings with great spiritual power, and will continue to be a 'god' who protects people in wars?

The answer is yes.

The moment the black hair stopped trembling, everyone who was paying attention to Xi Qingyin noticed it.

The hand in the mask slowly fell, and the cyan meridians were faintly showing on the back of the slender and pale hand.Yu Woxin handed over the repaired seal at the right time, looking overjoyed.

At the same time, a huge wave of mental power is slowly emanating from the mask, attracting everyone's attention.

The royal painters of the red-robed camp stopped their brushes one after another, and they just shook their heads bitterly when asked by others, unable to say a word.

What else can I say, every major stage of Yuhuashi is difficult to cross, whether they are A-level or B-level, it doesn't matter anyway.No matter what, they can't compare to other people's S-level, and they are fundamentally not a class of imperial painters.

The two members of the royal family also stood still and stopped fighting.

Finally, Rong Tianhe's face was no longer confident, he raised his brows, and said helplessly: "It counts, but I didn't expect to miss a link in the end."

Rong Yunjing said: "If I missed it, Master Xi will help me?"

In fact, he himself did not expect that after experiencing all kinds of persecution by the people of the empire, Xi Qingyin would still stand up and choose to protect the empire.

This was an unforeseen turn of events for almost everyone, but Rong Tianhe shook his head: "It is inevitable that he will support the empire. I discovered ten years ago that there is always a type of people who can never be used by me." , Painter Xi belongs to that kind of people."

After a pause, he spoke again, and there seemed to be a burst of exclamation in his words: "I didn't expect that he could break through the bottleneck of mental power painting in battle. A genius is indeed a genius."

According to the original estimate of combat power, even with the help of Xi Qingyin, it would be difficult for the Golden Robe camp to win.But now...all the strategies have been completely overthrown by Xi Qingyin's breakthrough.

All attacks directed at the mask stopped for an instant.The halo was suspended, and the appearance in the mask was finally clearly visible.

Xi Qingyin stroked the painting, her eyes were cold.

He looked at the people who seemed to have been pressed the pause button, lifted the seal and pressed it heavily at the end of the painting.

The three words 'Xi Qingyin' in the seal were like some kind of wonderful switch, which suddenly opened the congestion.

Spiritual power poured out like a dam bursting, with the mask circle as the center, spreading in all directions.

The golden robe is automatic without wind, just like the reappearance of the battlefield.

Such a grand occasion may only be seen once in this life.At this moment, everyone present couldn't help opening their mouths, and it was difficult for a long time to react.

Someone raised the camera equipment sluggishly, and someone stretched out a hand in a desperate situation, the impact brought was endless.

There is only one thing left on their minds.

That is to let the people of the empire take a good look, take a good look at the real strength of the people who are accused by thousands of people of being fake art, take a good look at the courage to come back from a desperate situation, and finally take a good look...

See how 'dirty' you used to be.