A mysterious sentence caused a lot of booing.

Lei Tao pulled out a black thread from his waist and handed it to Liu Wuxie.

Under everyone's attention, Liu Wuxie waved his dagger fiercely and slashed at the map of mountains and rivers on the square table.

"Brother Liu, stop!"

Du Mingze was so scared that he was sweating in a cold sweat and exclaimed loudly, asking Liu Wuxie to stop quickly.

"Crazy, he must be crazy!"

The onlookers exclaimed. This mountain map is worth one million gold coins, and more importantly, it contains the will of martial arts, which cannot be measured by gold coins.

Jian Zhan's eyes shrank, and it was too late to stop it. This was painted by the ancestors of the Kuang family. If it was destroyed in the hands of outsiders, it would undoubtedly be a humiliation to the Painting Tao for the Kuang family.

"Did he get his head clamped? A good painting, why should he cut him open with a dagger?"

If Chun showed fear on his face, he took several steps back and did not dare to get too close to avoid being infected.

Everyone's face was filled with fear, and they opened their eyes wide, watching the dagger slash down, Lei Tao sat weakly on the chair behind him: "It's over, it's all over."

What he felt distressed was not one million gold coins, but this painting that offended the Kuang family. Unless the Pavilion Master came, with the character of Crazy War, he would never let Liu Wuxie go.

Xiao Mingyi sneered, not feeling sorry for the millions of gold coins. At worst, he could ask Bi Gongyu for compensation. As long as he could humiliate Liu Wuxie, it would be worth it.

Xue Qiu looked gloating, wrapped his hands around his chest, and a sharp murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

"Swish!"

A corner of the mountain and river map was cut open, and a crack appeared in the intact mountain and river map. The master craftsman could not repair it, and the whole painting was completely scrapped.

"Boy, you are so brave. In front of me, you will destroy the famous paintings of the Kuang Family. I will crush you to ashes."

The Brutal War walked towards Liu Wuxie step by step. Every step he took, the murderous intent on his body condensed, forming a substance, suffocating momentum, which filled every inch of space. Many people with low strength were trembling.

"Is it too early for Kuang Lao to get angry now?"

Liu Wuxie laughed contemptuously, and the second elder of the daring family did not even distinguish between true and false, which made him show a trace of disdain.

The young man in white who came with Mr. Kuang quickly stepped forward to see what was going on.

"Brother Liu! Why are you doing this? A good painting is ruined like this."

Du Mingze looked heartbroken and regretful. One million gold coins, the map of mountains and rivers containing the will of martial arts, was destroyed in Liu Wuxie's hands.

He glanced at Du Mingze at the corner of his eyes, and Liu Wuxie had no answer. He suddenly grabbed a corner of the mountain and river map and pulled out something like silk. The longer it was, the picture on the scroll was, as more and more silk threads were drawn, the bottom became blurry.

The dagger cuts the silk thread and holds it in his hand: "Mang Lao paints, and always uses good Moxuan paper. The lower layer of the paper is covered with first-class spring silk. The silk thread is light green. The spring silk has strong tension, which highlights the picture quality more beautiful. This silk thread is a winter silk soaked in wild blood. Tell me, is this painting written by Mr. Kuang?"

Liu Wuxie threw the silk thread in front of Jian Zhan and asked him to see it by himself. Without cutting the portrait, he could not see the internal situation at all. The surface was indeed made of the silk on the lower layer, but he did not expect that there was a problem with the silk laid down on the lower layer.

Each painting in Kuangjia is made of three layers, with the surface of Moxuan paper, the middle is covered with spring silk, and the bottom is sealed with first-class oil cloth. Ordinary people can't see clearly what is used in the middle.

The Ghost Eye Technique can see through everything, and you can see at a glance that this painting is imitated by an expert, and its brushwork has a trajectory, which is seventy-sixth-particularly similar to Kuang Lao.

Kuang Lao picked up the silk and sniffed it carefully. There were indeed traces of blood soaking on it. This painting has been for up to fifteen years, and Kuang Lao Xian Crane has been for more than one hundred years. The last painting he had during his lifetime has been more than a hundred years. This painting was obviously made in later processing.

"He'er, what do you think?"

Leave the nibble in his hand to the young man in white beside him and let him see what was going on.

After taking the winter silk, he smelled it like a beggar. He frowned and took out a characteristic bronze mirror from his arms. He put the winter silk on it, and a strange stench came out.

"Back to the elder, this is indeed a winter silk that has been soaked in rash blood, not the spring silk that our crazy family is good at using."

Although spring silkworms and winter silkworms both spit silk, there is a difference between the two. The spring silk used by crazy households is extremely expensive and is almost impossible to buy on the market. They feed them with special medicinal materials every day, and the black hair they spit has a faint fragrance.

"Boy, maybe this painting is unique and unique, and it cannot rely on winter silk to deny that this painting was not written by Kuang Lao."

Xiao Mingyi stood up and questioned Liu Wuxie's words, with the signature and style on it exactly the same as Kuang Lao.

This remark attracted many people to agree. It is possible to find another way to reach the state of Mad Old Man, only Mad Old Man and the young man in white frowned.

Liu Wuxie looked at Xiao Mingyi like an idiot. The crazy family didn't stand up to refute. If you jumped out, do you think it's not enough for me to slap in the face?

"Elder Kuang, every painting of your Kuang family is painted with liquid grinding from black moist stone. This liquid grinding from black moist stone has a little benefit. If it doesn't melt when it encounters water, the whole painting will fall into the water and still be lifelike when it is caught. What I am right?"

This is no longer a secret. Xuanmoshi is a unique secret technique of the Kuang Family, and there is not much left in the Kuang Family. After grinding, a medicinal material needs to be added, mainly for waterproofing. This medicinal material is a secret that the Kuang Family has not passed on.

"You are right. Every painting in our Kuang family uses liquid grinding from black ink stone."

Jian Zhan nodded, although he didn't want to admit it, every sentence Liu Wuxie said made him unable to refute.

"Lei Tao, come and make a bowl of water!"

After summoning, Lei Tao quickly got up, picked up a broken bowl, spooned out a bowl of water from the groove next to him, and brought it to Liu Wuxie.

In front of everyone, clear water poured into the scroll, and a strange scene appeared. The map of mountains and rivers on the scroll was blurred little by little, like a ball of paste, painted black, and it was no longer possible to tell that this was a map of mountains and rivers.

"this……"

The scene in front of them subverted their perception. It is no longer a secret that the painting of the Kuang Family did not melt when it encounters water. The painting was stained with a little water and all the ink on it dissolved, which is incredible.

Obviously!

This painting was not written by Kuang Lao, but a high-quality imitation, and the key imitation has no technical content.

The lower part of the mountain and river map is blurred and completely scrapped after being irrigated by water.

Xiao Mingyi was stunned, his mouth wide open, and he spent one million gold coins to buy a fake painting?

Every word from Liu Wuxie was like an invisible slap in the face, slapped hard on his face, and it was a bang!

The people around him had a hot face and were so anxious that they mocked Liu Wuxie just now, but now they could see that this was a fake painting, which was unacceptable for a moment.

Du Mingze twisted his head and was unwilling to look at Liu Wuxie. This kid was a bit weird. The painting was so realistic that even the old man couldn't tell how he did it and found that there was a problem with finding out the silk that was laid in the middle.

"Brother Du, don't you express your opinion?"

Liu Wuxie suddenly asked with a smile. Du Mingze knew that he could not escape, so he turned his head and his face was filled with smiles.

"Brother Liu, we are all fooled. Since it is a fake painting, I apologize to Brother Liu for what happened just now."

This attitude changed so shockingly. He just looked like he wanted to force Liu Wuxie to death and suddenly apologized. This person was really a two-faced person. If he was not careful, he would stab you to death.

If Yichun and Xue Qiu quickly took a step back, they had mocked Liu Wuxie a lot just now. When they stood up, they would definitely be slapped in the face by him. They were all dignified alchemists and were ridiculed and could not raise their heads for the rest of their lives.

"Brother Xiao, I'm really sorry for ruining your famous painting."

He looked at Xiao Mingyi, who looked ferocious and wished he could bite Liu Wuxie to death. That was a million gold coins, and he was drifted away like this, without even a sound.

"Boy, this painting is not good, just by painting, it is worth tens of thousands of gold coins. You just said that this painting is not worth ten gold coins, what does it mean?"

Xiao Mingyi said gritting his teeth, it is not that easy to figure out a painting. It requires extremely high painting skills to imitate it and reach the level of fake and real, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Feng Shui in the painting is no different from what Mr. Kuang wrote. If you can do this, the person who paints is definitely not an ordinary person, at least a famous family.

"Since you haven't given up, I'll beat you up completely."

A sneer flashed in Liu Wuxie's eyes. Today, he would completely step on Xiao Mingyi under his feet, so that he would never be able to get up.

Everyone was also very curious that the painting was extremely high and even the Berserks were not at this level, so they were perfectly copied.

Now that things have come to this point, Crazy Wars is hard to talk about. This painting is indeed not a work of Crazy Old Man, and they are also blinded.

"Who has paper and pen!"

Liu Wuxie asked the crowd that he needed paper and pen and bought some things.

"I have!"

The young man in white clothes beside the Jian Zhan took out paper and pen from the storage bag, placed it on the square table, and then stepped aside.

I picked up paper and pen and wrote more than a dozen materials, which are common things on the market.

"Lei Tao, grab a piece of the things on it, go and return quickly."

After taking the order, Lei Tao ran out quickly, and more and more people were watching. What happened just now was so thrilling, especially Liu Wuxie's sudden reversal, which caught people off guard.

The beating of Xiao Mingyi and others was stunned, completely confused.

Lei Tao was very efficient in doing things. In less than an incense stick, he bought all the things he needed. In addition to rice paper, there were also some pigments and other things, which were neatly placed on the square table.

"Printing may not be outlined one by one. There is another way to rub it!"

Pick up the copper basin I bought, pour the paint in, and mix it up, which puzzled many people, what the hell is rubbing?

Every step seems dull and has no technical content, but everyone present is interested in watching it, for fear of missing a certain link.

Old Kuang's eyes firmly locked Liu Wuxie's hands to avoid missing anything. He is in the Spirit Washing Realm and can achieve the ability to remember everything after seeing it.
Chapter completed!