The ancestors were filled with their emotions and their figures suddenly retreated.

Everyone in Wanqiao Pavilion has no chance to get involved.

Zong Mengqiu, who was shocked by the power of the Taoist God, pouted and complained: "What are you doing, Master! You don't say anything in advance, making me so embarrassed!"

"Senior may not have thought of it!"

"It's a pity that I can't watch my senior draw with my own eyes!"

"Yes! If you can learn something, you will really benefit a lot."

"We probably can't see anything from the state of our predecessors."

Everyone dared not complain directly like Zong Mengqiu, but they still expressed their regret.

In the end, Kuangmo honestly added a knife to Hua Yan and the others in their hearts.

He watched Chen Tian draw and write many times at close range, but he couldn't learn anything.

The strength of the mere fusion realm!

study?

What a nonsense!

The old god Kuangmo sat down cross-legged, his eyes calmly.

I feel no regret for not seeing Chen Tian’s paintings.

As Kuangmo sat down, the others gradually calmed down their regrets and found a place to sit and wait.

Shen Tian located in front of the easel.

He held a pen in one hand and an easel in the other, looking up at the waterfall that was shocking him.

Behind him was the Taoist god who had expanded to a height of 100 feet. His movements were exactly the same as Shen Tian, ​​and he seemed to have to paint.

I don’t know how long it has passed!

Chen Tian finally moved, and the brush strokes fell on the drawing paper.

The Taoist God behind him moved with him, holding his right hand in a low position, as if he was holding a paintbrush.

But the place where the Tao God is pointed is the void.

Crack... the void shattered in the moment it fell!

Chen Tian frowned in front of him and tore off the drawing paper.

Then spread the new drawing paper and use the pen to fall down.

The movement of the Baizhang Taoist God followed closely, and it was still pointing in the void.

But this time it was a little different. The mysterious Dao rhyme power burst out from the left hand of the Taoist God, wrapping up the void in front of him.

It seems that the void in front of him is used as the drawing paper in front of Chen Tian, ​​and the power of Taoist rhyme protects the fragile drawing paper.

As soon as you click, the void trembled.

But in the end it didn't explode and successfully made a stroke.

This stroke also has a mysterious Taoist charm.

The void is paper!

The rhythm of Tao is ink!

Painting between heaven and earth!

The ancestors exclaimed in their hearts, and their eyes were wide open in horror.

But they still have time to make more changes.

At the Baizhang Taoist Divine Point in the void, a powerful impact erupted.

In the blink of an eye, the impact hit the figures of the ancestors.

The ancestors had no time to swear, and their figures were already uncontrollably retreating again.

This time, it was a distance of dozens of steps to barely stop.

The ancestors had just stopped and had not had time to take a breath.

The hand that Baizhang Dao Shenxu held was moving left and right in front of the void, and was still painting.

Every time I use the pen, a strong shock wave appears.

Bobo hit the ancestors.

Their standing position was already blushing and barely able to stop.

These waves of impact were not something they could withstand.

As a last resort, their figures retreated violently again.

This time I took hundreds of steps back and looked at the figure of the Baizhang Taoist God in the distance and became a little blurred.

What's more, I was observing Chen Tian's paintings at close range.

Mu Lao San and the Ancestor of the Soul of the Weapon were blushing, and silently resisted the impact from the Baizhang Taoist God.

study!

What a nonsense!

The same complaints broke out in their hearts as Kuang Mo.

Then, they also made Kuang Mo's choice, sat cross-legged and waited for Chen Tian to finish his painting.

Wait!

We can also see the finished products painted by our predecessors.

Maybe it will be sold to us!

The final thought was that only ancestors, Mu Lao San and Yu Ming, who had traded with Chen Tian, ​​dared to think about it.

The other ancestors were just waiting here with the idea of ​​being able to see the works.

......In front of the waterfall!

Chen Tian didn't know what was going on behind him.

He adjusted his mindset and devoted himself to painting.

In his eyes, there was only the shocking waterfall in front of him.

In his ears, he could hear the sound created by nature.

His hand holding the pen is constantly changing on the drawing paper, outlining the beautiful scenery in front of him on the drawing paper.

The sun in the sky gradually tilted westward.

The sunlight turns golden from clear.

Chen Tian had been standing by the river for a full day.

The receipt was the scene in front of him on the drawing paper.

Blue waterfall!

Strange rocks standing on both sides!

Green trees and grass!

Sometimes there are also figures of green scales leaping out of the green scales under the waterfall.

As Chen Tian's brushes continued to fall, these scenes appeared on the paper.

Each is lifelike.

The waterfall in the scroll seemed to be really falling down, and the trees seemed to be swinging in the wind. The green-scaled fish that jumped out looked even more naughty and cute!

Anyone can see this scroll!

They will all love each other and want to buy a collection.

Chen Tian has not stopped yet and has not chosen to tear off the painting paper, which shows that he is also very satisfied with the current painting.

At least it can represent his serious work.

As the scenery on the scroll becomes more and more full.

The speed of Chen Tian's painting also slowly decreased.

He took a step back and carefully reviewed the picture in front of him, as if he was looking for an incomplete place.

From time to time, he will use his pen to make up for it.

The sky gradually faded!

Chen Tian suddenly drew a step in the scroll.

The Baizhang Dao God followed his stroke and shattered the void with his left hand.
To be continued...