As soon as the fight between Wen Jian and Feng Zhuxin began, they each took a step back and kept some distance between them.
Feng Zhuxin held a brush as big as a spear, and used the ground of the arena as paper. He drew beasts galloping like dragons with his brush.
Wen Jian held a brush in each hand. He wrote war poems with his left hand and drew soldiers and generals with his right hand. They exchanged verbal attacks and launched three moves at the same time.
Jiang Yuebai, who was standing in the arena, saw Wen Jian using all his strength in his first attack, and then he realized that Wen Jian had also practiced the "Spiritual and Soul-generating Thoughts Method".
She used to be able to write with her left hand and paint on her right hand, which was a result of decades of daily practice. Just like the lyrics of famous paintings, calligraphy and painting with the blessing of poetry are more powerful when used.
At this moment, she used an additional divine consciousness to control the verbal battle, hidden in the poetry and painting, and exerted a strength comparable to that of a cultivator in the late Red Infant stage.
Wen Jian escaped from the Kong family and lived alone in Feiyan Pavilion in Beihai, where she grew up rapidly. If she had not escaped and had stayed in the Kong family, she would probably have been married and had many children by now.
At this moment, Jiang Yuebai wished he could drag Wen Jian's three brothers here as well, to let them see Wen Jian's strength, which was far superior to theirs, and also let the Kong family open their eyes and see how many brilliant and talented women were ruined by them according to the Kong family rules.
Feng Zhuxin on the stage did not expect that Wen Jian could display such strong strength. The arena was like a battle between two armies.
The soldiers transformed by Wen Jian fought fiercely with the beasts drawn by Feng Zhuxin, their roars shook the sky, and in the end, they all died.
The two men splashed ink again, and all kinds of ink-colored ferocious beasts kept running out from their pens, colliding in the center of the arena with magnificent momentum.
After fighting for nearly two quarters of an hour, Wen Jian was obviously beginning to feel exhausted, but Feng Zhuxin remained strong.
The difference in spiritual energy reserves between the early and late Nascent Soul stages is obvious.
Just when Wen Jian was about to grit his teeth and hold on, Feng Zhuxin put away his pen, took a half step back and said, "You are very good. If I were equal to you, it would be hard to say who would win or lose. But now, you don't need to hold on, and I don't want to use heavy hands on you."
Feng Zhuxin's hand swept across a purple bamboo tube at her waist, which contained blood ink made from the blood of hundreds of beasts, which could be used to infuse spirit into the things she drew.
After being infused with spirit, everything she draws, whether it is a talisman or a painting, will possess the power of an acquired spirit in a short period of time.
Wen Jian took a quick look but did not give up and picked up the pen again.
At this time, Feng Zhuxin said again, "Your paintings emphasize freehand brushwork, which is rare in the art of painting, but your ideas lack inspiration and there is no finishing touch. Just watch carefully."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhuxin wielded his brush and drew a stroke of ink in the air.
To ordinary people, it was just a casual hand-drawn ink mark without any shape.
Feng Zhuxin looked at the ink stain, and suddenly a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes. A stream of spiritual energy broke through his fingertips, and blood splashed, pointing towards the ink stain.
The blood melted into the ink, adding the finishing touch, and the surrounding spiritual energy madly gathered into that trace of ink.
Ouch!!!
The dragon roared loudly, and the ink gradually stretched and extended, actually turning into a lifelike ink dragon with its head held high and its whiskers flying.
“The meaning of a painting is in the heart. What you see is the meaning of the painting, and what the mind desires is the finishing touch.”
Hearing this, Wen Jian opened his eyes wide as if he had suddenly been enlightened, and an indescribable aura emanated from his whole body.
Feng Zhuxin did not disturb her, but instead waved his sleeves to set up a soundproof barrier to prevent the noisy sounds from below the stage from interfering with her comprehension.
The reason why she did this was, of course, to save energy, but more importantly, she did it to cherish talent.
Feng Zhuxin is much older than Wen Jian. When she was Wen Jian's age and level, she had not yet mastered the freehand painting skills, which requires extremely high levels of comprehension.
In this respect, Wen Jian was better than her, so Feng Zhuxin had some evil thoughts and didn't want such a good seedling to be lost in the world.
Below the stage, Jiang Yuebai narrowed his eyes, put his hands on his hips, and looked at Feng Zhuxin warily.
"What do you mean by the painting, the finishing touch? This stinky woman has bad intentions. She must be trying to steal my Tianyan Sect's girls!"
Lu Nanzhi, who had just arrived with his clone, smiled and said, "The fact that Feng Clan is willing to poach our talents shows that our Tianyan Clan is full of talented people."
Jiang Yuebai raised his eyebrows proudly, "Of course, you don't even consider who brought these talents here, hum~"
After a moment, the light in Wen Jian's eyes became restrained, and it was obvious that he had understood something. He immediately bowed to Feng Zhuxin.
Wen Jian was about to step down when Feng Zhuxin hurriedly stopped him.
"You... after the Qingyun meeting, do you want to come with me to visit Feng's family? Recite poems and discuss Taoism, and learn painting skills?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yuebai in the audience looked at her with an expression of "as expected". He pointed at Feng Zhuxin on the stage with wide eyes, signaling Lu Nanzhi to take a look at this despicable woman.
Lu Nanzhi laughed and pressed down Jiang Yuebai's hand.
Wen Jian on the stage smiled generously and said, "Okay, I will visit the Feng family as a disciple of the Tianyan Sect."
Jiang Yuebai nodded hurriedly. That’s right. He can’t be poached easily.
Feng Zhuxin, dressed in red, looked down from the stage and saw Jiang Yuebai's eyes wide open. She threw her long hair behind her, revealing her mature and beautiful face. She blinked and smiled at Jiang Yuebai seductively, then left with the pen on her back.
Jiang Yuebai was immediately stunned by that smile. What did it mean
"Tsk~ Why is your face still red?" Lu Nanzhi came over and glanced at Jiang Yuebai's face, "You usually tease others with your sarcasm and are shameless, why is it that he is smiling at you now... Tsk~"
Jiang Yuebai rubbed his face quickly, "Nonsense! I am hot, and I hate this... this... Forget it!"
Jiang Yuebai wanted to say that she didn't like women like Lan Biqing who were too mature, too proactive, and exuded a sticky smell all over their bodies.
She thought Feng Zhuxin would be more calm and cool. After all, she was quite domineering during the trial when the demons invaded.
As a result... She turned out to be this kind of person!!
"Go, go, go and see other people."
Jiang Yuebai pulled Lu Nanzhi away and went to other arenas.
Soon, the third round of the ring battle ended and the top 50 were successfully born.
Except for Xing Tuozi, all the people on Jiang Yue's white list advanced.
Zhuo Qingfeng and Zhuge Ziying also successfully advanced to the top 50, leaving only her, Lu Nanzhi and Shen Huaixi from the Tianyan Sect.
Although Xie Jingshan also advanced, he now represents the Zhenwu Immortal Sect.
As soon as the third round ended, Jiang Yuebai went to find Li Shenzhi and Tang Weimian, and learned that from the Jindan stage, only Yun Shang, Kong Jingyan and He Wangchen advanced to the top 50, while Qi Yue and Jiang Ziying unfortunately lost.
The competition in the Spirit Transformation Stage is relatively slow, and the top ten duels are conducted one by one. It is not yet the turn of Uncle Fuyi and True Venerable Tianbao to play.
As for Shi Xiaowu, with his computing power, he hasn't finished the calculation yet.
Tang Weiman told Jiang Yuebai that Shi Xiaowu suddenly realized that he had been misled and the calculations became more and more complicated. Now he had to change direction and recalculate.
Jiang Yuebai thought about it over and over again, becoming more and more uneasy, and his right eyelid began to twitch again.
She suddenly thought of the strangeness of Lu Ling and the other three, plus the bad premonition the Demon Appraisal Formation gave her, as well as Shen Huaixi's inferences and assumptions.
To be on the safe side, Jiang Yuebai asked Tang Weiman to tell his master to evacuate as soon as possible, or at least take the Zhuge family with him, and find a reasonable excuse that would not alert the enemy, to leave the Qingyun Realm first, just in case.
Jiang Yuebai also asked Li Shenzhi and Mu Wushuang to go to the circular mountains outside the Qingyun Realm to look for Lu Ling and the others to see if they could find out what they were looking for.
She naturally hoped that everything would be fine and that these things were not connected, but Xie Jingshan had said that she was born unlucky and had an incompatibility with the secret realm, so something would happen as long as she entered the secret realm.
The Qingyun Realm can be considered a man-made secret realm!
The fourth round of drawing lots began soon, and Jiang Yuebai and his team still did not draw strong opponents.
After all the opponents were matched, everyone found that the only interesting match in the fourth round was between Shi Yuming of the Five Mountains Immortal Sect and Wu Yang, the younger brother of the Wu family.
See you tomorrow~
(End of this chapter)