The young master of painting looked humble and admitted in public that his painting skills were far inferior to his master, so these paintings looked a bit broken, but his level was not enough.

"Young Master of Painting doesn't have to be humble. Your painting skills are so great at your age. It is possible to surpass the Painting Saint in the future."

The young man who just said that Liu Wuxie was talking nonsense quickly praised him, which attracted many people to nod.

The statement of the Master Hua resonated with many people. He was very young and had such painting skills. It was really difficult to get him to reach the level of a painting saint.

Under the various fannings of the young man, most of the spearheads in the field pointed at Liu Wuxie.

"Boy, why do you slander my master?"

The young master Hua covered his chest with an indignation.

"I really don't cry until I see the coffin!"

Liu Wuxie's body was covered with coldness, and the substantial murderous aura filled the entire Mochou Lake.

Many monks were secretly surprised. They really couldn't figure out why Liu Wuxie was only half a step into the fairyland, so why the aura they emitted made them feel frightened.

"Young Master Hua, why bother talking nonsense to him? This person slandered Lord Hua Saint, and should be killed."

The young man who set the atmosphere saw that the atmosphere was almost over and was about to kill Liu Wuxie.
Chapter completed!