The owner of the Zhou Pavilion has an abnormal mind...

Winning and losing is normal, but you can't afford to lose, which is somewhat embarrassing.

If you are afraid of losing, it would be better if you don’t compare at the beginning. Now you are a master and lose the price...

Many people showed disappointment, and some even turned their heads and walked out after a few minutes.

“Does anyone give me some advice?”

At the same time, Zhou Chen did not forget to ask questions to the surrounding area.

After all, he is a sixth-level strongman, and no matter how many thoughts everyone has, he can only keep them in his heart, and no one speaks.

"The owner of the Pavilion Zhou... seems to have painted many people."

In the quiet atmosphere, a voice of uncertainty came from the crowd.

Zhang Moxuan spoke in confusion.

He couldn't tell what it felt like.

There was nothing on the rice paper, but he seemed to see a picture looming.

It is because I can't see clearly that I can't be sure.

"The master of the museum painted it great. This is the sword intent. I am afraid that only the sword cultivator can see the contents in the painting."

Wang Ran immediately reacted and applauded.

"Yes, yes, yes, the paintings of the Lord Zhou Guan were so amazing. I never thought that there would be such a painting in the world."

"It is really my honor to be able to learn kendo from the Shushan Sword Hall with the owner of Zhou in Shushan Sword Hall."

"sad."

Liao Xiaoyi's face changed slightly.

With the rhythm of several people in Shushan Sword Hall, many applicants were quite moved and seemed to believe these remarks.

Liao Xiaoyi remembered that two or three years ago, when he attended a party, a master was wearing four brushes in his hand, dipped them in ink, and threw them at the drawing board. The last group of viewers applauded.

This is the tragedy of the times.

The true seeker is regarded as a clown, and the master of name is in the palace.

"We're all bragging about it."

Zhou Chen laughed and scolded, "Wang Ran, you said I was good at drawing, right? I asked you, what did I draw?"

"Ah..." Wang Ran reacted quickly, "The painting of the master of the Zhou Pavilion has sun, moon, heaven and earth, vast rivers and mountains; the emperor Gao Xuan, and there are various forms of human beings. It is really wonderful."

"No, Brother Ran and I have different opinions." Student Ning Hai continued, "I think this is the owner of the museum who uses paintings to express his emotions, expresses his thoughts directly, and expresses his broad mind and a broad mind to the world."

The two discussed enthusiastically, and they were both frightened and had no choice but to fight.

"I understand. The painting is different in each of us. It is the peculiarity of this painting."

Can they really see it?

The rhythm led by Wang Ran was itchy, and everyone widened their eyes, hoping to see something different.

But no matter how you look at it, rice paper is still rice paper, white or white, and there is not even a single depression.

I didn't stay anymore, I was afraid that I could not help but draw my sword and slash at the owner of Guan Zhou.

Liao Xiaoyi turned around disappointed and prepared to leave.

"Everyone who doesn't know is pretending to understand. Start tomorrow, I will wave my sword a million times."

"I wish the master of the museum, even a million times can't do it."

The students wailed.

"In seven days, one million strokes, just one minute, just wait for me to beat a big shot."

Zhou Chen snorted coldly, "It's almost done, it's time to let everyone see the finished product."

How can the finished product be changed?

Liao Xiaoyi was almost approaching the exit. When he heard Zhou Chen's voice, he turned around and took a look.

It was this glance that it seemed like a bolt from the blue, exploded in the skull, and the whole person stayed in place for an instant, and his eyes could not be removed!

Zhou Chen carried two buckets filled with ink, picked them up and poured them on!

The ink splashed and hit the rice paper, slowly flowing downwards. When encountering certain parts, it seemed to have encountered obstacles and separated to the side.

"No, no, no..."

Everyone was staring at me, afraid of missing out on any details.

In just one second, the scroll will be clearly black and white.

A trace of outline appears.

These contour lines are as if they were printed in advance, and the ink is soaked on, perfectly setting off the lines.

Wow—

Sprinkle the second bucket of ink.

"This...this..."

Liao Xiaoyi was as stupid as a wooden chicken.

In my eyes, the picture became clearer and clearer.

The ink ticks to the ground, silently, and the picture freezes.

What a magnificent masterpiece:

The picture shows a silly figure with a wrinkled and broken clothes on her body, and she is holding a broken sword in her hand.

People only occupy a very small part of the scroll.

Opposite him, there are clouds, sky, and boundless heavenly soldiers and generals.

The ground is rugged and the sky is dim and dull. This sword holder is like a candlelight in the middle of the night, and will fight against thousands of enemies.

The dark clouds are squeezing the city and are about to destroy, so depressing that it makes people breathless.

It is a hero who is fearless, sacrifices his life and death, and resolute.

It is to seek survival in the state of death, and I will go there in millions of people.

It is a moment of beauty and an immortal chapter.

Every second of the insights are overturned by the next second, and the students of Shushan Sword Museum are really right. This painting has different meanings in the eyes of different people and in the eyes of the same person!

I took a look and felt my hair standing up and my mood was turbulent.

After taking a look, I felt that the characters in the painting seemed to have come alive and could start a great battle at any time.

Liao Xiaoyi has these feelings.

But what he felt even stronger was the sword intent that was about to emerge!

He truly felt that this sword intent was completely different from his own.

What a fascinating power that...

What the owner of the Pavilion Zhou master is the real sword!

"By the way, mention a line of words."

After a little contemplation, Zhou Chen picked up the pen.

Falling from the air:

"The sword immortals in the sky have 30 million. You need to lower your eyebrows when you see me - the picture of killing immortals"

boom!!

Liao Xiaoyi was stunned again.

If painting can make people experience it in many ways, the word "simple murderous intent" is left!

He saw a blood-stained sword cultivator, surrounded by millions of sword immortals, whistled to the sky and was unyielding.

There are 30 million sword immortals, and you need to lower your eyebrows when you see me.

What kind of talent is needed to be so proud.

Liao Xiaoyi's confidence and heroism were completely shattered by Zhou Chen at this moment.

The entire sword hall fell silent, and everyone was immersed in this shocking scene.

"So quiet, nothing happened, right?"

Team Zhao felt something was wrong outside and pushed the door in.

"Why are you applauding? Stay there."

Zhou Chen smiled.
To be continued...