"Bang!"

The purple jade brush suddenly made a crisp sound, turning into powder and blew away with the wind.

Yan Chuan did not stop, so he grabbed the last purple jade brush and started painting again with ink.

Rumble! There were roars in the lake.

In the sky, the girl's eyes were wide open.

"This, perhaps only Mr. Wen Ruo can compare with the power of writing, right?" the girl swallowed.

"Cry!" The crane suddenly felt restless.

"What's wrong? Xiao He'er?" the girl said in confusion.

"Cry, cry, cry!" the crane screamed in a hurry.

"What? The dragon vein energy? Have you felt the abnormal movement of the dragon vein energy on the earth?" the girl said unexpectedly.

"Sigh!" Xianhe kept nodding.

"The energy of the dragon vein? Although it is just a small dragon vein, it can accumulate for thousands of years, and there must be a certain amount of dragon qi. Is he going to store the dragon qi here?" the girl said strangely.

Below, a painting is done.

A trace of crack appeared again in the brush.

Yan Chuan's brush stroked a painting with Lingxu.

"Nah!" Yan Chuan shouted softly.

"Boom!" A strong wind suddenly surged from the vortex mouth in the lake.

It rushed out of the shallow water and rushed into the calligraphy and painting. In a vague way, you can see a faint golden light contained in the wind.

"The energy of the dragon vein is indeed the energy of the dragon vein on the earth!" The girl in the sky said in surprise.

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The surrounding mountains suddenly trembled, as if they were shaking shallowly.

The shaking of the ground stopped for a whole stick of incense.

"Bang!" The vortex on the lake surface closed with a loud bang.

The strong winds also entered Yanchuan's paintings. The sky became brighter and brighter.

Yan Chuan's brush in his hand made another virtual painting.

"combine!"

"Bang!" The purple jade brush once again lightened into powder.

When the second brush was exhausted, Yan Chuan was already sweating profusely and his face turned pale. However, the painting was completely done.

Above the scroll, there was a faint golden light, and the golden light quickly disappeared into the painting.

At this moment, the bamboo houses in the painting became more and more vivid, and even the original black and white colors included a large number of emerald green colors. The grass on the ground in the painting was as real as real.

"Congratulations to the prince!" Liu Jin, Huo Guang and other soldiers immediately congratulated excitedly.

"Can you show it?" Yan Chuan asked.

"Yes, I can do it, I can!" Liu Jin's speech was a little unscrupulous.

"Preface this painting!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes!" Liu Jin immediately touched the painting carefully.

Yan Chuan walked to the sedan chair on one side, entered it, and made a small breathing adjustment. The painting just now was the limit of Yan Chuan's physical fitness.

In the sky, the girl held her chin, thinking about something.

When Yan Chuan recovered and walked out of the sedan chair, Liu Jin had already made a statement.

A scroll and a scroll were handed to Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan took it and opened it gently. The painting was the bamboo house where he lived before.

Liu Jin and Huo Guang's eyes were full of curiosity. The soldiers even showed their eyes and admired them.

"Prince, what's the use of this painting?" Liu Jin said curiously.

Yan Chuan smiled slightly: "Hello with Huo Guangzhan!"

"Yes!" The two of them immediately grabbed one head and the void unfolded the scroll.

Yan Chuan reached out and grabbed the desk and held it in front of the scroll.

"Buzz!"

A ripples suddenly appeared on the painting, but the desk disappeared strangely.

Disappeared? The desk is gone?

Everyone's faces changed. They looked again.

"Desk, the desk has gone into the painting, it has gone into the painting!" Liu Jin exclaimed.

On the painting, in the small courtyard, the previous desk was now being painted. This, Liu Jin and Huo Guang were both shocked.

"This painting contains the energy of the dragon vein, and can store some dead objects in its own space. Unfortunately, the dragon energy is too little, the picture quality is too poor, the space is not large, only three feet square. Moreover, a hundred years later, the dragon energy is leaking, and this painting has no effect." Yan Chuan shook his head and said.

"Ah? Space?" Liu Jin was surprised.

"Prince, I put that desk in, how can I take it out?" Huo Guang didn't know what to say at this moment.

"It's up to you!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

While speaking, Yan Chuan reached out and grabbed it, and a lot of ripples appeared in the picture again. He stretched his arm into it and grabbed the desk again.

"This, this..." Everyone was shocked.

"Prince and God!" Everyone worshipped.

"Hahaha, you can do it in the future!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Yes!" everyone said respectfully.

"Liu Jin, although there is space inside this painting, it is avoided to burn it. From now on, you will be responsible for keeping this painting for me!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes! I will keep it carefully!" Liu Jin said excitedly.

In the sky, the girl looked down.

"Space magic weapon? A person with the third level of power realm can actually refine space magic weapon? What a joke?" the girl smiled bitterly.

"Spit!" Xianhe also nodded, expressing speechlessness.

"There are very few space magic weapons. There are really not many people who can refine them like him. They have such deep skills in calligraphy and painting, and they understand Feng Shui, and can even encounter dragon veins? There are too few, although the space is not large, it is also amazing. It seems that Mr. Wen Ruo is about to meet an opponent, hehe!" A cunning smile appeared in the girl's eyes.
Chapter completed!