"Yeah!" Everyone nodded.
“Those fellow Taoists who can draw and achieve a state of mind are among the best!”
A group of people quickly walked out of the team. When Qin Shuang's consciousness swept away, there were 2,162 people. It seems that the spiritual monk made a mistake in the spiritual painting and didn't pay attention to it!
"He didn't know how to determine the outcome of that competition. The only thing they wanted to do was to do their best and perform better than normal. Everyone painted a spiritual painting. They are the representatives of that competition. Outbound.”
"good!"
Everyone responded loudly, originally they didn't have the slightest confidence just now. But did they hear the wrong words of Qin Shuang and Senior Brother Cuomian? Qin Shuang's words that everything is possible aroused the fighting spirit in their hearts.
The young man who met him also walked out with someone at this time. A woman next to him chuckled and said:
"The new senior sisters are very charming. Just a few words will make them full of fighting spirit!"
"Fighting spirit depends on fighting spirit, and whether the competition is about strength or not, it has nothing to do with fighting spirit. The stronger the fighting spirit, the greater the blow will be to them. After that game, their fighting spirit will collapse, and in subsequent competitions, they may not be able to win 100% of their strength. 70%. They not only wanted to win in that game, but also wanted to win cleanly. Let them see the style of Laosheng."
"With my master of spiritual painting here, it's not easy to win over them while talking and laughing, right?"
"hehe… "
The two sides walked in front and stopped when they were fifty meters away. The young man said with a smile:
"Let them begin!"
"Okay!" Qin Shuang nodded.
"After each of them painted a spiritual painting, they offered it to the middle of them. I can keep painting, as long as I don't admit defeat. It doesn't matter if I paint hundreds or thousands of them." The senior brother said proudly.
Qin Shuang nodded and said nothing.
The two sides stood in a row, facing each other, fifty meters apart. Behind them, the old students and the new students were in completely different states.
The old students were talking and laughing while watching. But the faces of the freshmen were full of nervousness.
There was a lot of discussion outside the gate of Tianziyuan.
"We said, do the freshmen have any hope of winning?"
"No! It's not necessarily a draw. The key is that he doesn't know how they will win or lose."
"No! I can't tell you clearly either!"
Outside the light curtain.
The competition has begun. Each monk is holding a scroll in front of him with his energy. Each monk is painting on the scroll at this time.
Qin Shuang's painting was still like a crane. When he was halfway through the painting, someone had already finished painting the painting on the opposite side, and lifted each scroll into the air in the middle.
If the level is not high, it will not be interesting.
But no, when dozens of interesting paintings unfolded in the air, the artistic conception rushed toward the monks on Qinshuang's side, affecting the monks on Qinshuang's side. Everyone had to allocate some energy to stick to their soul. As a result, the painting will be slower. There are even a few monks who are reluctant to pay attention, and the spiritual paintings drawn at this time have fallen to the realm of lifelikeness.
As time goes by, more and more scrolls of Laosheng are offered, and scrolls of the state of returning to true nature begin to appear. The impact and pressure on the new students will be even greater, causing them to spend more energy and draw more slowly.
Qin Shuang is not affected, her state of mind is already strong, and Ru Ming is not a spiritual master, so the spiritual paintings of returning to the truth and entering the mind cannot affect her at all. As long as she painted a spiritual painting that focused on the spiritual realm, it took a lot of time, just like the old student in front of her who was leading the painting didn't finish it.
Finally, a new student finished the spiritual painting and offered it to the middle of the sky. Then he was a little confused and didn't know how to win or lose.
More than a thousand scrolls have appeared in the sky, nine of which are new ones. Under the suppression of Laosheng's scrolls, they cannot have the slightest influence on Laosheng.
"Do you want to be more affected than anyone else?"
The new student doesn't know why.
As time went by, more and more pictures appeared in the sky during the Freshman Festival. It slowly increased to more than 500, but Fu Laosheng had already sacrificed 960.
At this moment, the leading senior among the old students put down his paintbrush and looked up at Qin Shuang. Qin Shuang sensed Wong Fang's gaze and looked up at Wong Fang. The senior brother bared his teeth in joy, raised his legs, and threw the scroll into the air.
Qin Shuang's Fire Phoenix Yuanshen is still painting, Yang Shen controls his body and looks up. Then he saw the scroll slowly unfolding in the air, and his eyes shrank.
"Phosphorus spirit!" The realm of the Grandmaster! "
“Qua…”
A crow's cry came out from the scroll, and then the fire crow in the scroll flew out of the scroll, hovering in the air, and the vitality of heaven and earth gathered towards the fire crow.
"Phosphorus spirit!" "
"The realm of Master Yi!" "
Outside Tianzi Courtyard, all the monks were in a state of shock, even if they allowed themselves to wait silently for the Half-Step Immortal King, they could not help but be slightly moved. Gein painting masters are too rare.
"Huh..."
In the light curtain, the fire crow's body was rising with flames, and it flew towards the hundreds of paintings that had been sacrificed to the sky. The scrolls burned and soon turned into ashes, drifting away in the wind.
"The winner has been decided!" Ren Pingsheng said in a solemn voice from the window of the restaurant outside Tianzi Courtyard.
"No!" Xu Luoxue's eyes brightened and she said, "No wonder I am so confident. It turns out that someone has become a master of painting! There are so many heroes in Dongzhen. It seems that the big time has come!"
Ren Pingsheng looked serious and said: "No, the demonic way is booming, how can the human race be weak?"
Xu Luoxue's eyes were blazing: "Great era! What a blessing for others!"