If you look closely, you will definitely not be Li Damin. After Li Damin achieved his cultivation, he did feel like he was floating in the air, but it was different from the virtual characters in front of him.

All the audience were watching the character created by Lao Xiong, and everyone held their breath, because this virtual person was about to connect with the temple. If they met on a narrow road, it would definitely be a fierce battle!

So far, there is no record of the first Black Swan and the second Old Bear. Whether they have had any competition in private has no idea that this is the first time in the open competition.

The audience was silent, waiting to watch the Mars hit the Earth.

I actually created my own image and promised Elder Keats that this competition could only be made of Buddhist characters. After thinking about it over and over again, I did not choose Buddha because I had little chance of winning. If I created Buddha and was crushed by my opponent, it would not only not have a propaganda effect on Buddhism, but instead had a negative impact.

I thought about it and just wanted to make a little monk. I referenced the image of the monk. I was young and handsome, in my twenties, shaved my head and was fair and clean. I didn’t wear a cassock, but I just wore a white monk’s robe. The image of this little monk can advance or retreat strategically, and the influence can be big or small.

I didn't rush to let the little monk fight against the two great gods directly. I'm not stupid. In this situation, my mentally retarded know that they will first let the two opponents suffer losses, and then we will take action. This is called the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

At this time, the ancient figure created by the old bear came to the gate of the temple created by the Black Swan, and the two images touched.

The ancient figure of the old bear gently raised his feet and walked towards the threshold of the temple. A seemingly simple kick indicates that the two great gods are about to be forced!

I felt that the temperament of the entire temple became awe-inspiring, and the celestial phenomena also changed. Countless plants and trees in the courtyard were moving, and the Bodhi tree no longer fell green leaves.

Every audience member in it felt inexplicably murderous and uneasy.

Many people didn't even dare to speak, holding their breath and watching ancient figures step by step to the temple gate. Every step he took was extremely heavy, and it took several seconds to lift his foot until he landed. It was really a thousand pounds.

It seemed that the two people had no contact, but I felt a powerful and invisible force spinning in the field like a rushing torrent, passing through all the physical objects, including all the people.

This invisible power is the purest mental power.

The mental power of the old bear and the black swan not only formed a picture, but also brought out a "power wind", which was a breath that drifted around the real object. It was like a master making a sword, breaking through the air, carrying sword energy and murderous aura.

I didn't get close to the battlefield because I also felt inexplicable irritability and chest tightness. There seemed to be an invisible wind of mental power blowing between the old bear and the black swan.

The audience was not so lucky, and they were all included in the venue where the two were going to duel.

I suddenly smelled a trace of danger. I couldn't explain what it was, so I could only watch the two of them quietly.

At this time, several lines of big words appeared on the temple door, "Old bear, why bother with you and me? What better to kick out the most useless one first, and then let's have fun."

The ancient figure stood in front of the temple, standing with his hands behind his back, and a line of words appeared in the air: "Sorry, my strategy must kick you out first."

"Why?" The black swan's word appeared on the temple gate.

"Because you are the most dangerous." Old bear showed a line of words out of thin air.

The temple gate was blank, the original words were gone, and after a moment of silence, a few more words appeared, "Then try."

Ancient figures came to the temple gate, and the temple gate was open like this. He did not rush to go in, but looked at the courtyard with his hands behind his back. The courtyard was light and the grass was green, and there was no murderous intent, but everyone knew that the net of heaven and earth had been set up by black swans there.

The atmosphere at the scene has solidified, and thousands of viewers are silent, so you can hear it even if you fall into the needle.

Ancient figures lowered their heads slightly, as if thinking, then slowly raised their heads and stretched out their right hand. There was an extra brush in his hand, which contained thick ink, and the tip of the pen touched the temple gate.

He started writing on the door, and the first stroke was a dot. This dot looked like a washbasin size, including brush and ink, dripping with ease.

This dot appeared in the sky, and the audience looked up and felt that this dot was like a huge shaking stone. It was on the edge of the cliff and said it had not fallen yet, but it seemed that it was almost gone, full of murderous intent and a downward momentum.

Ancient figures wrote down a horizontal hook with a pen, which just conformed to the point above. This horizontal hook came out and was full of force. The hidden force was like an arrow crossbow that was pulled up to kill the enemy.

At this time, someone shouted in the venue, "I understand, is it the word 'yong'?"

Ancient figures continued to write down, one stroke was like a sharp sword, one stroke was like three twists and turns... After writing, it was indeed the word "Yong".

Some audience members were immediately banned by others, and everyone was silent and watched the ancient man continue to write.

After writing the word "Yong", ancient characters wrote down the second word, "He".

Someone finally couldn't help but shout: "I understand, it's 'Nine Years of Yonghe', right?!"

"Wang Xizhi! Lanting Xu!" Everyone cheered, and the voices were noisy.

I was a little confused. The ancient figure created by Lao Xiong was actually Wang Xizhi. He picked up his pen and wrote the calligraphy of "Lanting Preface" on the temple gate, "Lanting Preface".

The scene seemed peaceful, but the expert looked at the tricks and saw that every stroke of the old bear actually invaded the black swan's brain map. It looked at the point where it was neither big nor small, but it was swallowing the black swan's territory inch by inch.

Wang Xizhi quickly wrote the first paragraph of "Preface to Lanting" on the door panel: "In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year was in Guichou. At the beginning of late spring, he met at Lanting in Shanyin, Kuaiji to practice the work. After all the wise men arrived, they gathered together. There were high mountains, lush forests and bamboos, and clear streams and turbulent flows, reflecting the left and right, leading them to be the flowing cups and curved waters, and sitting next to them. Although there is no prosperous silk and bamboo orchestra, a cup and a chant is enough to express the secluded feelings."

The whole picture is beautiful, with both hardness and softness, and it is no longer possible to comment, because the level is too high, and if you want to say anything else, it means there is no depth or shallowness.

Just when Wang Xizhi was about to write the second paragraph, the black swan made a move, the temple turned into nothingness, and turned into a big river with rolling waves of the Yangtze River. As soon as the river came out, it was turbulent and the waves were surging. What a good guy, the entire venue was almost flooded.

Many girls were so scared that they were trembling. Even though they knew it was fake, they were still terrifying in such realistic waves.

Wang Xizhi floated over the river, carrying his hands on his back, feeling the river water rushing past his feet. He raised his hand and pointed in the air, and saw a towering cliff suddenly appearing on the river.

At the top of this cliff is a big shaking stone. The slope of the cliff is nearly ninety degrees and is extremely steep. On the left side of the cliff are countless old vines. Among them, the thickest vine flies horizontally to the central axis of the cliff, and then breaks it down like a whip of divine punishment.

A discerning person immediately recognized that the cliff was actually the character "Yong". The huge rock on it was a little bit, the main body of the cliff was the vertical in the middle, and the old vine was horizontal... The old bear turned Wang Xizhi's words into a natural phenomenon in nature, and each stroke corresponded to a very distinctive natural form.

Mountains appear on both sides of the river, endlessly, which is equivalent to suppressing this turbulent river.

These peaks are connected together, one after another, and the entire "Preface to the Lanting Collection" was written. With 324 words, 324 mountains form mountains on both sides of the river. If the river wants to make a splash, it can no longer rise. The entire momentum, including spiritual power, was suppressed by the mountains.

At this time, the sky was high and the clouds were wide. There was a yellow river in the middle. All the audience seemed to have reached the wonder of the Three Gorges. A small boat slowly floated from the river, and there was a person standing on the bow. It was the handsome Wang Xizhi. He raised his head with his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes. The boat slowly walked on the river surface, sliding between the two banks, leaving a long row of water traces on the water surface.

Wang Xizhi used his hand to twist the long beard on his chin and smiled slightly.

The scenes formed at this moment, such as the sky, earth, mountains, water, and people, can no longer tell which one was created by the old bear or which one was created by the black swan. The brain map created by the two was completely integrated to form a wonderful landscape map.

But I felt that the murderous intent and surge hidden behind this harmony, the Black Swan did not admit defeat. The current balance was just the tranquility before the final battle between Black and White.

If we look at it from the point of view, the old bear has already won at this moment. Whether it is from brain power or willpower, what is even more rare is the realm and foundation. The old bear has already beat the Black Swan.

This also shows that what the brain map competes in the end is not imagination, nor the meticulousness and subtlety of the picture, but a person's background, temperament and mind.

Lao Xiong defeated the Black Swan with an article "Lanting Preface", so I was even less of an opponent. In fact, at this moment, he had already won.

But at this moment, the black swan moved and wanted to make a last effort. The river suddenly roared, first with splashes, then with huge vortexes.

Wang Xizhi's boat turbulent along the river surface and was about to roll into a huge whirlpool trap.
Chapter completed!