The two immortal kings standing behind Mr. Hua were ready to make a move, preparing to attack Liu Wuxie for the second time.
Everyone was puzzled by Liu Wuxie's behavior, why he came out for no reason and accused Mr. Hua of not being a disciple of the Holy Painting.
Even if he is not a disciple of the Master of Painting, he will not expose him in public, which is equivalent to enmity with the Master of Painting for no reason.
Everyone's eyes fell on Liu Wuxie's face, including the woman in green, wanting to know how Liu Wuxie could resolve the situation.
The two Immortal King Realms in front of Mr. Hua were approaching Liu Wuxie step by step. They would never hold back this time. The terrifying aura completely enveloped Liu Wuxie.
The other monks around him looked like it had nothing to do with them, and they all showed gloating smiles.
"Boy, how dare you falsely accuse us of being disciples of the Ghost Master Sect? Don't blame us for being ruthless."
A ball of blue light emerged from the hand of the Immortal King on the left. This was an extremely powerful palm technique. Anyone hit would be killed instantly.
The woman in green hesitated for a moment, whether to stop him or not, but finally stopped because she could not see a trace of panic on Liu Wuxie's face.
"It would be great if there were authentic paintings by the Painting Sage. Every painting by the Painting Sage contains the spirit of a great Confucian, and is naturally capable of restraining the ghost master's paintings."
Qin Long spoke at this time.
The sound is not loud, but it can reach everyone's ears.
The painting saint has disappeared for many years, and the authentic paintings that have been circulated have fallen into the hands of those big shots.
All things in heaven and earth are interdependent and mutually reinforcing each other. The paintings of saints contain the spirit of righteousness and the spirit of great Confucianism.
Every painting of the Ghost Master Sect is full of dark power and is painted with ghost energy, which can be restrained by the righteous energy.
"Since you are seeking death on your own, you can't blame me."
Murderous intent appeared on Liu Wuxie's face, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly. Even the mountains on Mochou Lake were covered with a thin layer of frost.
After speaking, Liu Wuxie formed seals with his hands, and strange lines appeared.
The people around were confused, but a strange look flashed in the eyes of the woman in green.
The two immortal kings who attacked Liu Wuxie froze their bodies, with suspicion in their eyes.
"What is he doing?"
Zhuang Du is in the Immortal King Realm, and even he can't understand what Liu Wuxie wants.
In front of Liu Wuxie, lines appeared one after another, which were unpredictable, as if they were painting or carving immortal talismans.
"This is the method of seven horizontals and seven verticals."
Qin Long exclaimed, from Liu Wuxie's technique, he actually saw seven horizontal and seven vertical techniques.
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar around him.
"What! He actually knows the method of seven horizontal and seven vertical strokes. Could it be that he is the successor of the painting saint?"
There is only one painting sage in the world today who understands the seven horizontal and seven vertical lines.
Since Liu Wuxie understands, there is only one possibility: he is the successor of the Painting Saint.
Moreover, Liu Wuxie used heaven and earth to paint without the need for drawing paper. This advanced painting technique amazed everyone.
Ordinary painting skills require painting on paper. A strong person like the Painting Saint does not need paper and can outline a perfect picture with the help of the lines of heaven and earth.
The eyes of the woman in green clothes standing aside were filled with disbelief, and she was obviously stunned by Liu Wuxie's actions.
The portrait in front of Liu Wuxie is getting clearer and clearer, and traces of terrifying aura of righteousness are gathering here from all directions.
The monks on the edge of Mochou Lake flew up one after another. They stood above Mochou Lake and wanted to see it more clearly.
As for the high platform, it was already overcrowded.
"What a wonderful painting technique! You don't even need drawing paper to draw a picture. It's incredible."
All kinds of discussions rushed around, and the entire platform was in chaos.
"Compared with his painting skills, Hua Gongzi's painting skills seem a bit childish!"
Not many people in the field know how to draw, but they can still tell the difference between good and bad.
The painting skills of the young master look rather dull.
Liu Wuxie's painting skills are full of spirituality. A ray of light is projected from the sky, completely covering the patterns in front of Liu Wuxie, forming all kinds of strange lights and colors.
"He actually drew the awe-inspiring energy of heaven and earth to paint. Who is this person?"
Many people have doubts about Liu Wuxie's identity. Only a true Confucian can lead the world to great righteousness.
Liu Wuxie was only half a step into the fairyland, how did he do it?
"kill him!"
There was a cold murderous aura in the painting master's eyes, and he ordered the two Immortal King Realms to take action quickly to prevent Liu Wuxie from continuing to paint.
Haoran's righteous energy gathered more and more, like a sky curtain, covering the entire Mochou Lake.
That kind of scene was so spectacular that many people saw it for the first time.
The two Immortal Kings swayed and disappeared on the spot. Two long swords stabbed directly at Liu Wuxie's neck, which was extremely cunning.
Taking advantage of the moment Liu Wuxie was painting, he took action boldly.
Liu Wuxie was silent in his painting skills and had no extra thoughts to deal with the two of them.
Lu Yan and Lu Da have been summoned.
It was too late, but soon, the woman in green standing on Liu Wuxie's right took action again.
"Get back."
There was frost in the eyes of the woman in green, and her attack was stronger this time, and her palm technique actually contained a trace of the power of the Immortal Lord.
"Whoever dares to stop him from painting, don't blame me for being rude."
The woman in green clothes was too strong. Wherever her eyes passed, many people lowered their heads, unable to bear the look in her eyes.
Liu Wuxie glanced at the woman in green from the corner of his eye, and was very curious as to why he helped her so many times.
There is no time to take into account other things and speed up the carving.
Haoran's righteousness became stronger and he even held up Liu Wuxie's portrait.
With a stroke of his right hand, another line appeared.
An even weirder scene appeared. The outlined lines could actually evolve on their own.
What was just a vertical line just now turned into a mountain peak in the blink of an eye.
"How can this be."
Feng Qian grabbed his hair hard, thinking that he was dreaming that there was such a wonderful way of painting in the world.
As Liu Wuxie's skills became faster and faster, a brand new picture appeared in front of everyone.
"What a beautiful painting, I seem to be in silence."
Many people had expressions of enjoyment on their faces, and Liu Wuxie's painting techniques subverted their perceptions. This was not painting, but a kind of physical beauty.
"Look, Master Hua is trying to escape."
Everyone's eyes were always on Liu Wuxie. No one paid attention to Master Hua, but the monks standing at the edge of the lake noticed it.
"Stop him quickly."
Qin Long shouted loudly and asked someone to stop Hua Gongzi to prevent him from escaping.
If he is really from the Ghost Master Sect, he must not be allowed to leave alive.
The Ghost Master Sect is extremely cruel and takes pleasure in killing people. The blood in the bodies of monks killed by them will be drained to make new dyes, which can be described as extremely cruel.
Hundreds of monks stopped Mr. Hua and that one
In front of the two immortal kings, he stopped them from escaping.
"Master Hua, what are you afraid of?"
Qin Long looked at Mr. Hua with a smile. He had been following Mr. Hua and the others for a long time. Unfortunately, he had no chance to expose them. Only when Liu Wuxie appeared did things turn around.
Everyone is also curious. If Hua Gongzi is really the descendant of the painting saint, there is no need to be afraid.
"I still have something important to do, so please get out of my way."
To be continued...