"Wha...what, these people here are also going to participate in the fourth competition?!"
After layers of transmission, this is the first time since the beginning of the competition that a message has been transmitted from the back to the front.
When the people from the Academy of Literature and the envoy from the Great Zhan Kingdom heard this request, they were dumbfounded on the spot.
This was the first time they heard that the melon-eating crowd around them actually wanted to compete in person while eating.
Is this what the legend says...you do it, you go up, and then the latter says, I go up, I go up?!
But the problem is, the people who came up all of a sudden were not just one or two people, but one or two thousand people!
The students in the liberal arts college were all stunned and at a loss what to do for a moment. Even the big guys in the liberal arts college felt a little unprepared.
People from the Great Zhan Kingdom thought it was even more ridiculous. On the spot, Confucian Wen Zong retorted: "What a ridiculous suggestion. How can there be a painting competition and let onlookers play together!"
As soon as this sentence came out, the second sentence from the crowd came over. Dozens of people in the front row shouted in unison: "People from the Great Zhan Kingdom, are you afraid? Are you afraid that we ordinary people will
It doesn't matter if I can defeat the elite of your country. If you are afraid, just say so and we can let you..."
"Hahaha……"
As soon as he finished shouting these words, a burst of laughter erupted from the scene.
It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting!
When Wenzong and Feiyinghou of Da Zhan Kingdom heard this, their faces turned dark instantly.
Damn, why do these words sound so familiar? Isn’t this what we used to say in the liberal arts college before? How could it be turned around and used on ourselves?!
"what to do?"
A group of people from Da Zhan Kingdom immediately gathered together urgently and started discussing quickly.
Someone said: "Otherwise...we will agree to them. Anyway, these onlookers are just a bunch of rabble. Let alone painting masters, there must not be many who can even paint. We don't need to be afraid of them!"
"Not necessarily. There are many people in Daxuan Kingdom. There is no guarantee that they will not hide one or two masters of painting among them, or even Wenzong or King Wen of painting. If they do this to us, wouldn't our previous plan be in vain?"
"But if we don't agree, wouldn't it mean that our country, Da Zhan, is too cowardly? We have already lost two games in a row before. Now if people think that we are afraid of these people from Da Xuan Kingdom, then won't we lose all face?
there is none left?"
…
While Da Zhan was discussing anxiously, the Literary Academy was also murmuring in a low voice.
Several big shots were sending messages asking, "What's going on? Why do these people from the divine capital suddenly want to participate in this painting competition?"
"I don't know, it's a bit evil. This is the first time I've encountered this kind of situation. I'm watching the excitement on the spot and actually want to participate in the competition. It's simply outrageous."
"Even if there are some of these guys who can draw, can they be better than the people in our liberal arts college? Aren't they just causing trouble..."
Some people couldn't laugh or cry about this.
Finally, a big shot at the vice-president level said: "Well, I don't think it's okay. Anyway, the final competition still depends on our College of Liberal Arts and the delegation from the Great Zhan Kingdom. These people just think of it as having fun. But they
What I said in reply to Da Zhan Guo just now makes people feel quite happy!"
"Yes, I think so too!"
"..."
…
Finally, after some discussions, Dazhan Kingdom or Fei Yinghou came up with an idea. After finally discussing with several Wenzong bosses, he replied: "Okay, since the people of Daxuan Kingdom also want to
We don’t have any objections to adding some fun to our competition. However, this competition is, after all, for the younger generation of students from our country, Zhan State, to challenge the younger generation of students from the liberal arts academy. Therefore, this competition is limited to people below Wenzong.
This rule cannot be broken!"
As soon as the Wen Yuan heard the last words of the other party, they immediately understood what he was thinking. The people in the Wen Yuan also secretly laughed at the other party, thinking that Da Zhan Guo was too vigilant. Could it be that there is a great Confucian of Painting, Taoism, and Wen Zong hidden in this scene?
, or is King Wen here, and then takes action against the competition between the juniors?!
This is so disrespectful!
The Literary Academy agreed immediately.
After redefining some rules, the Academy of Literature and Da Zhan announced the start of the fourth painting competition.
On the side of the Literary Academy, although Xi Jinlou had consumed some energy before, now that the fourth competition has no limit on the number of people, he came out again and continued to participate in the fourth competition.
Of course, many literary cultivators from the Hua Dao Branch also came out, took out their own drawing boards and joined the painting army.
In the end, who can replace the Literary Academy to compete with the envoys of the Great Zhan Kingdom will depend on who has better results in the end.
This rule is already considered the default.
Da Zhanguo's side was no ambiguity either. All eight young literary cultivators came on stage. Not only did the previous 'old man' who was quite good at painting people come on the stage, but also other literary cultivators who were ready to challenge, such as piano, chess, etc.
Xiu also came on stage.
What they pay attention to is that even if I don't know how to fight, even if the number of people is still not large enough, they can't lose in terms of momentum!
So what was originally an eye-catching painting competition suddenly turned into a program that focused on participation, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit humorous.
Of course, the happiest people were naturally the melon-eating people at the scene. As soon as they heard that they could also participate in the competition with Da Zhanguo, regardless of whether they could draw or not, these people immediately became full of honor and immediately made a mess of all kinds of paintings.
The painting tools suddenly appeared in front of the square with the statue of Confucian saints.
A group of people, regardless of whether they could draw or not, were pulling up their sleeves and drawing boards to sharpen ink, preparing to draw their masterpieces on rice paper.
In their words, "We are now also people who represent Daxuan Kingdom and fight for our country. Strength is not important, but your heart is important!"
So in the next short period of time, many masterpieces with "amazing craftsmanship" and "shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods" appeared on the square.
That masterpiece is just one sentence, which can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words!
Luo Feng knew that he was not qualified for painting, so he did not participate. He turned around and saw that Bai Hao was putting on airs with great interest.
I saw Bai Hao standing in front of a painting board, with a meticulous look on his face. When he was not moving, it was like an ancient well without ripples, but when he was moving, it was like wind and thunder in the sky. He was swiping his pen and splashing ink, and his pen was moving like a dragon and a snake, with wide open strokes.
He stumbled a lot, but he actually put down the brush in his hand in the blink of an eye.
He picked up the pen, painted, dropped the ink, and finished the whole process in one go, and he seemed to have the demeanor of a master.
Luo Feng's eyes were opened by what he saw, and then he looked closer at the latter's drawing board. The corner of his mouth immediately twitched and asked: "What are you drawing?!"
"The Divine Bird and Phoenix Picture is such an obvious masterpiece, can't you see it?!"
"Hiss...are you sure this isn't a picture of a chicken pecking at rice?"
Ignoring the playfulness of these two guys, Liu Qingxi was also helping Su Pingan organize the drawing board. When he was ready, Su Pingan took out his special 'charcoal pencil', took a slight breath, and bowed his head.
I seriously started working on my drawing board.
He knew his own strength, and his painting level was average. The only thing he could excel at was sketching. But this time, when facing such powerful painting practitioners from the Wen Yuan and Da Zhan Guo, he wanted to rely on his skills again.
In the past, I felt that simple sketching was not enough.
So this time when he was painting, he planned to make persistent efforts on the word "Qi".
Hmm... let’s learn about three-dimensional paintings!