If it weren't for the fact that Han Feng was very clear, it would be difficult to equal the four characters, namely, "He" and the deceased master and the master.

If the treacherous is like a loyal person, the false is like a real person, it should be Han Feng's situation.

No wonder I was able to trick the Yao Lao, who had traveled to the Douqi Continent and had a very rich experience.

Since I kept looking at Han Feng, Cao Yi's eyes inevitably met Han Feng's eyes.

Cao Yi's cultivation is far higher than Han Feng, and with the blessing of the innate Taoist body, it looks no different from that of ordinary people.

Even so, Han Feng still nodded with a smile.

Face skills can be said to have achieved the ultimate.

Xiaotian, who was standing by, whispered disdainfully. He had seen too many people who were following Cao Yi for so long.

Most of the people present were those with clear ears and clear eyes.

As soon as Xiaotian's voice fell, criticism and mockery sounded again.

Han Feng reached out and pressed the pressure. When the scene calmed down, he walked to Xiaotian and said with a smile, "Little brother, you haven't answered my question just now. Where is the problem with this painting?"

"It's just an ordinary painting, nothing is amazing. A bunch of shameless people hold their stinky feet and blow your painting to the sky. It's ridiculous."

Xiaotian said casually.

This will offend people.

The voices of criticism sounded again around him.

Many of them showed murderous intent without any concealment.

Xiaotian looked at him disdainful. With Taoist Master here, these smelly fish and rotten shrimps are not enough to watch together.

Han Feng still kept smiling: "Little brother said so, the horse should be well drawn!"

"I don't know how to draw at all"

Xiaotian answered very simply.

It was originally a 2-ha, and destruction was its specialty. Such high-level skills as alchemy and weapon refining were forced to learn by Cao Yi, let alone drawing without any use.

The people around him burst into laughter.

I regard Xiaotian as a waste who has no ability and can only scream.

Han Feng shook his head with a smile.

"I'll try it out"

A sudden sound rang out.

Not loud, but it overwhelms all the sounds.

Han Feng turned his eyes to Cao Yi, and was surprised. He actually missed the truth. This person was not an ordinary person.

Cao Yi had an idea and pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared out of thin air on the painting stage.

"I'll help Taoist priest Mo Mo"

Xiaotian took the initiative to come over and help.

"I lay paper"

Xiao Zhan also came over to help.

Not long after, Xiao Zhan and Xiaotian were ready and retreated aside.

Cao Yi picked up the brush, dipped it in the ground ink, and started painting.

Soon the outline of a horse appeared on the paper.

After all, it is not professional, and it is inferior to Han Feng's horse paintings.

Soon, a pretty handsome horse gradually formed.

But there are no eyes.

This made many people feel strange, and it was said that the eyes should be drawn long ago.

After a few hours, Cao Yi put down his pen.

The position of the horse's eyes is still blank.

It gives people a weird feeling.

"Why not draw your eyes?"

"Is it because I can't draw it well?"

...

People around him kept talking.

Han Feng said in confusion: "Friend, why don't you draw your eyes on the horse?"

"Print your eyes and the horse will come alive."

Cao Yi said without looking back.

Han Feng was slightly stunned and then smiled.

How could the horse in the painting survive? It's ridiculous.

"These two young people are worthy of being together, and they have no idea of ​​speaking."

"That's right, how can the horse in the painting come alive?"

"If you want to play illusion fighting skills, forget it, the Black Horn Domain is not a countryside."

...

"Well, I will draw my eyes on the horse."

Cao Yi picked up the pen again.

First draw a left eye.

No exception occurred.

"I'll just say it, it's mysterious."

"Under normal circumstances, the horse drawn cannot survive"

...

Bang!

Cao Yi threw his pen on the painting stage and turned around and left.

"Why don't you draw?"

"I was exposed, and I was angry"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

...

"No, that horse moved"

Suddenly someone shouted.

Everyone looked at the horse that Cao Yi drew with only one eye.

Sure enough, I moved, my eyes blinked.

"Fuss, it must be a illusion-like battle plan"

The words fell.

The horse with only one eye in the painting breaks out.

He rushed directly to the sky.

"No need for wings, fly directly into the sky, is it incredible?"

Someone exclaimed.

With a rapid sound of horse hooves.

The horse with only one eye flew back again.

The higher the cultivation level, the more you can feel the reality of the horse. Every inch of skin and hair can't find any false feeling.

"Creating out of thin air, the speed is amazingly fast. At least it is the Battle of Saint who has such a despicable means!"

Someone said.

All eyes turned to Cao Yi.

This young man turned out to be the legendary powerful fighting saint.

"It would be great if this horse was my mount. If you snatch people, you don't have to worry about being caught up."

Cao Yi heard a young man with a fighting master's cultivation in the distance talking to himself.
To be continued...