The two immortal kings standing behind Mr. Hua were about to move, preparing to attack Liu Wuxie for the second time.

Everyone was very confused about Liu Wuxie's actions, so why did they come out for no reason and accused Mr. Hua of being a disciple of the Saint of Hua.

Even if he is not a disciple of the Saint of Painting, he will not expose it in public, which means he will make enemies with the Prince Hua for no reason.

Everyone's eyes fell on Liu Wuxie's face, including the woman in green, and wanted to know how Liu Wuxie resolved it.

The two immortal king realms in front of Mr. Hua are approaching Liu Wuxie step by step. This time, he will never hold back. The terrifying aura completely enveloped Liu Wuxie.

The other monks around him looked like they were not concerned about their own affairs, and they all showed gloating smiles.

"Boy, you dare to frame us as disciples of the Ghost Master. Don't blame us for being cruel and ruthless."

A blue light emerged from the hand of the Immortal King Realm on the left. This is an extremely powerful palm technique. Those who are hit will be killed instantly.

The woman in green hesitated for a moment. She finally decided whether to take action to stop her, because she could not see a trace of panic from Liu Wuxie's face.

"It would be great if there were original works of the Painting Saint. Each painting of the Painting Saint contains the spirit of a great scholar, and the ghost master paintings that were born to restrain the Ghost Master's Sect."

Qin Long said 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 works that have been circulated outside have fallen into the hands of those big names.

The heaven, earth and all things are mutually generated and restrained. The paintings of saints contain the spirit of righteousness and great scholars.

Each painting of the Ghost Master Sect is full of dark power, and it is painted with ghost energy, which just restrains it.

"Since you are seeking death by yourself, you can't blame me."

Liu Wuxie's face showed murderous intent, and the temperature around him suddenly dropped. Even the mountains on the Mochou Lake were covered with a faint layer of frost.

After saying that, Liu Wuxie formed seals with both hands, and strange patterns appeared.

The people around him were confused, but a strange look flashed in the eyes of the woman in green.

The two Immortal King Realm who attacked Liu Wuxie fixed their bodies, and a look of suspicion appeared in their eyes.

"What is he doing?"

Zhuang Dunai is in the realm of the Immortal Lord, and even he can't understand what Liu Wuxie wants.

I saw lines appearing in front of Liu Wuxie, which are unpredictable, as if they were painting or carving immortal talismans.

"This is the method of seven horizontal and seven vertical."

Qin Long exclaimed, and from Liu Wuxie's technique, he actually saw the seven horizontal and seven vertical methods.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar around them.

"What! He actually understands the method of seven horizontal and seven vertical lines. Is he the successor of the Painting Saint?"

Knowing seven horizontal and seven vertical lines, there is only one person in the world today.

Since Liu Wuxie understood, there was only one possibility that he was the descendant of the Painting Saint.

Moreover, Liu Wuxie painted with heaven and earth and did not need to draw paper. This profound painting technique even surprised everyone.

Ordinary painting techniques require painting on paper. A strong man like a painting saint does not need to draw paper. He can outline a perfect picture with the help of the patterns of heaven and earth.

The woman in green standing beside her eyes were filled with incredible expressions, and she was obviously stunned by Liu Wuxie's actions.

The portrait in front of Liu Wuxie became clearer and clearer, and a trace of terrifying righteousness was gathering towards this side from all directions.

The monks on the edge of Mochou Lake flew up one after another. They stood above Mochou Lake, wanting to see more clearly.

As for the high platform, it was already crowded.

"What a wonderful painting technique! It's incredible that you can draw a picture without drawing paper."

Various arguments rushed around, and the entire platform was in chaos.

"The painting skills of the young master seem a bit naive compared to him!"

There are not many people in the field who know how to draw, but they can still tell whether it is good or bad.

The painting technique of young masters looks rather dull.

Liu Wuxie's painting technique is full of spirituality, and a trace of light is projected from the sky, completely covering the patterns in front of Liu Wuxie, forming various strange colors.

"He actually drew the mighty spirit of heaven and earth to paint. Who is this person?"

Many people have doubts about Liu Wuxie's identity. Only those true great scholars can attract the righteous spirit of heaven and earth.

Liu Wuxie is only a small step into the fairyland, how did he do it?

"Kill him!"

The cold murderous aura permeated in the eyes of Mr. Hua, and ordered the two Immortal Kings to take action quickly to stop Liu Wuxie from continuing to portray.

Haoran's righteous spirit gathers more and more, like a curtain of sky covering the entire Mochou Lake.

That kind of scene is too spectacular, and this is the first time many people have seen it.

The two immortal kings shook their bodies and disappeared from the spot. Two long swords directly stabbed Liu Wuxie's neck, which was extremely tricky.

Taking advantage of the moment when Liu Wuxie painted, he took action boldly.

Liu Wuxie was silent in his painting skills and had no extra thoughts to deal with them.

Lu Yan and Lu Da have already summoned.

It was a while, and then the woman in green who was standing on Liu Wuxie's right took action again.

"Get back."

The woman in green had frost in her eyes. This time she took action even stronger, and the palm technique actually contained a trace of the power of the immortal king.

The two immortal kings who took action were like kites with broken strings, smashed into the crowd, and many monks were directly smashed to the ground.

"Who dares to stop him from painting, don't blame me for being polite."

The woman in green is too strong. Wherever her eyes pass, many people lowered their heads and couldn't bear the woman's eyes.

Liu Wuxie glanced at the woman in green from the corner of his eyes, very curious about why he helped him repeatedly.

There is no time to take care of other things and speed up the portrayal.

Haoran became even more righteous and actually lifted up Liu Wuxie's portrait.

With a stroke of his right hand, another pattern appeared.

A more strange scene appeared, and the outlined patterns could actually evolve by themselves.

Just now, there was a vertical line, and in the blink of an eye, a mountain evolved into it.

"How is this possible?"

Feng Qian grabbed his hair hard, thinking that he was dreaming that there was such a wonderful way to paint in the world.

As Liu Wuxie's technique became faster and faster, a brand new picture appeared in front of everyone.

"What a beautiful painting technique, I seem to be silent."

Many people have a look of enjoyment and Liu Wuxie's painting techniques that subvert their cognition. This is not painting, but a kind of physical beauty.

"Look, Mr. Hua is going to run away."

Everyone's eyes were always on Liu Wuxie's body. No one paid attention to Mr. Hua, but the monks stood on the edge of the lake discovered it.

"Stop him."

Qin Long shouted loudly and asked someone to stop Mr. Hua from running away.

If he is really a member of the Ghost Master, he must not leave alive.

The Ghost Master Sect is extremely cruel and enjoys killing people. The blood in the body of the monks who were killed by them will be drained and new dyes will be made. It is extremely cruel.

Hundreds of monks stopped Mr. Hua and the two immortal kings to stop them from escaping.

"Young 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. He had no chance to expose it. Liu Wuxie appeared and then there was a turning point.

Everyone is also curious. If the Hua Gongzi is really the descendant of the Hua Sheng, there is no need to be afraid.

"I still have something important to do, please get out of here."

Mr. Hua's face was gloomy, and the monk who stopped them made way out.

"Why are you so anxious when you are a master of painting? This painting is about to be completed, and it's not a short time."

Qin Long said with a smile.

The others nodded and asked Mr. Hua to wait for a while.

Liu Wuxie's portrayal speed increased again with his hands, and the portraits in the void appeared little by little.

"Mountain map!"

There were bursts of admiration coming from all around. Liu Wuxie also portrayed the mountain map, which was roughly similar to the mountain map depicted by the Hua Gongzi.

"Strange, why his mountain map looks more realistic."
To be continued...