Countless voices of praise came from all around.
Even Murong Yi's eyes showed a trace of appreciation.
With this painting skill, even she would have a hard time surpassing Qiu Baihao tonight.
"And these trees, each leaf is actually different. How did he do it?"
Even several disciples from Xiexin Palace and Tianluo Valley were generous in sending compliments.
"I thought I heard the sound of a waterfall!"
A disciple of the Qinghong Sect, 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's close to a masterpiece.
Obviously, Qiu Baihao still has a long way to go before he can achieve excellence, and he has not even reached the level of painting yet.
Only by entering the painting realm first can one understand the final artistic conception.
"Liu Wuxie has basically no chance of winning this level, unless he can draw something special."
Many people said secretly.
This painting alone made even Bai Zhi shake his head. Hua Chenye did not paint this scene and chose to give up.
"Liu Wuxie, Senior Brother Qiu has finished, it's your turn."
Yin Jingwu looked at Liu Wuxie, and only then did everyone remember 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 kept sitting there with no intention of writing.
This left many people confused as to whether Liu Wuxie had given up on painting.
"Brother Liu, are you okay?"
Shui Huan walked over with a look of concern on his face.
"I'm fine!"
Liu Wuxie retracted her gaze and smiled at Shui Huan.
He had been practicing silently just now and didn't take this kind of fighting painting seriously.
"It's okay. Brother Liu is planning to paint something."
Shui Huan still believed in Liu Wuxie. Since he agreed to fight the painting, he must have some hidden tricks.
"A door!"
Liu Wuxie suddenly said three words.
"Hahaha……"
There was a burst of laughter from all around. Liu Wuxie actually only drew one door. Is there something wrong with his head?
Shui Huan looked confused when he heard that Liu Wuxie was painting a door.
"Brother Liu, are you sure you only want to 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 quantity of trees and mysterious beasts, you can crush your opponents.
How can one win this battle with just one door?
"Sure, I'll draw a door!"
Liu Wuxie had a look of determination on his face. He didn't like lying and he wouldn't tell lies.
"What do you need me to do!"
Now that Liu Wuxie has decided, Shui Huan can't say anything else.
Qiu Baihao had a lot of people helping him over there, but Liu Wuxie was the only one here, hoping that he could do his best.
"Grind it for me!"
Liu Wuxie asked Shui Huan to grind it for him.
Only the faint sound of grinding echoed on the boat.
"Liu Wuxie, don't waste your time, you will definitely lose this level."
The Qinghong Sect disciples began to shout, asking Liu Wuxie to give up immediately.
Murong Yi looked worried. If Liu Wuxie loses this level, the Qinghong Sect will definitely launch a crazy attack on him. Whether he can withstand it is still unknown.
"Miss, do you know his intention?"
Miss Yan also looked worried. She also wanted to know what kind of door Liu Wuxie painted.
"Keep watching!"
Murong Yi took a step forward and stood by the fence on the second floor, her beautiful eyes falling on Liu Wuxie's body.
Shui Huan placed the inkstone in front of Liu Wuxie and laid out the rice paper.
Liu Wuxie picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and gently sketched an image of a portal on the rice paper.
"He...he really just painted a door."
Everyone was shocked, Liu Wuxie did not lie.


Chapter completed!