Just as everything was seen, the ring turned into a painting, and when the young master Qingshu trapped Xiao Chen firmly in the painting, a desolate and cold poem chant muttered out from Xiao Chen's mouth.

The martial arts contained in the fan quietly unfolded, and the flowing water and bright moon appeared one by one on the small bridge, supplemented by thousands of frost and snow, falling down the vast white snow in the sky, and separating the flowing water, making the moon appear even colder.

Everyone suddenly appeared, and the painting on the ring suddenly showed more scenery, making the originally slightly elegant pictures colorful, colorful scenery, and magnificent.

But something even more shocking happened. Xiao Chen, who was obviously trapped in the painting, suddenly jumped out of the scroll and became a person outside the painting. The Qingshu Gongzi, who used the heaven and earth as ink and held a fan to paint, became a person inside the painting and was trapped in it.

"What's going on, what's going on!"

The people who were shouting about the Holy Land of Heritage, who had been immortal for thousands of years stopped, were shocked, and looked incredible, and could not understand it at all.

Why was Xiao Chen still the person in the painting a moment ago? The next moment, Xiao Chen became outside the painting and trapped the young master Qingshu in it.

[      How could this make everyone who shouted that the Saint Son came out and the Qinglong defeated?

In the jade building where Tianfu Academy is located, many older Confucian masters saw this scene and looked in disbelief.

Outsiders can't understand, how could they not understand their status as top Confucian masters?

The martial arts practiced by the young master of Qingshu are one of the ten major martial arts of the academy, with four levels of realms. They are the brush-lifting painting, the integration of man and painting, the breaking of painting, and the most mysterious painting outside the painting.

Young Master Qingshu was a genius who was rare in Tianfu Academy for hundreds of years. He learned this martial arts at a young age and reached the state of picking up the pen and painting. He could use heaven and earth as ink and fan as a pen.

You can even take advantage of your skills and enter the second level of unity of human painting, so that the power of this painting can be further improved.

But how could Xiao Chen knows what he is doing at a glance? His temperament is not as bright as that of green bamboo, which has caused a major flaw in this painting.

Xiao Chen was like a god. He only took a look and understood the essence of this move. He used poems with the same character as his own. Whoever can laugh in the painting will instantly determine the right and wrong.

"This person must be able to imitate other people's martial arts skills. Otherwise, even if he really sees the essence of this move, it will definitely not be able to jump out of the painting and trap Qingshu in turn."

An old man in the jade building calmly analyzed.

Another person interjected: "You can't make a mistake, otherwise you can't explain clearly why he, a swordsman, still has many weapons and all of them are well-versed."

"How high is this understanding that you have to dare to practice this kind of exercise." An old man sighed softly.

Indeed, even if such skills are placed in front of these Great Perfection quasi-emperors, they dare not practice them.

The reason is nothing else. Without enough understanding, not only will one not be able to increase one's own strength, but will instead lose oneself in it, making it difficult to advance, and even regress in strength.

On the palace, Yue Bingyun whispered in her heart, chanting over and over again, who knows that my heart is like the moon?

The moon is self-appreciating, and no one can understand. He has been alone for thousands of years, and is cold and arrogant and lonely. Who can express this poem and compare it with the bright moon.

Zhou Tianxing Palace, Chu Yang and Fu Hongyao were both silent and complex in their expressions. Chu Yang's previous ambition had long been thrown away, and he wanted to go on stage immediately and beat Xiao Chen hard.

But reason told him that this time is definitely not the time to appear. It is really not worth losing all the reputation of a person with a short lifespan.

The judges of the Moon Palace had always been in control, and there was a look on their faces. There was also a hint of not knowing what to do. The heroes' grand event was actually stopped by a person. This joke is really a bit big.

In the Jade Tower of Wan Yao Island, Yan Shisan got up and prepared to go on stage, but was stopped by Di Xinhan and said leisurely: "Forget it, Brother Thirteen, I'll do it. This is a grand event for the heroes of my Tianxinghai after all."

Yan Shisan replied: "Think clearly, you are seeking defeat. I can let him draw his sword, and you will definitely have an extra chance of winning. I have already left the Yan family and don't care about any reputation. You are different. There is an immortal holy land of Ten Thousand Demon Island behind you."

Di Xinhan smiled and said, "Victory is common among military strategists. It seems that since my debut, I have never lost one match in Tianxinghai. What's wrong with losing once now?"

At the end of the conversation, Di Xinhan said in a deep voice: "What's more, this is a grand event of the heroes in my Tianxinghai after all, and someone must stand up. Everyone remains silent and watches on the wall, just wanting the fisherman to benefit, then our generation is really over."

Yan Shisan pondered for a while, stopped insisting, and stepped back and said, "Take care."

When everything was silent, Di Xinxin fell silently and quietly fell on the most eye-catching arena.

"Di Xinhan!"

His appearance immediately made many people's eyes lit up, and a spark of hope ignited.

Di Xinhan was born with a Tianling Battle Body, with a special physique, the number one genius in Wan Yao Island, and has never lost all his peers since his debut.

The reason is nothing else. His powerful Tianling Battle Body can always end the battle with a draw at a critical moment even if he loses.

In terms of physical strength, no one can compare to him among his peers in the Star Sea.

With cultivation and combat skills, the talent and understanding are also good, and they can become the target of attention no matter where they are.

He will always be the top group of people on the pyramid of young people, and his status has never been shaken.

With many holy sons watching from the wall and not daring to end up rashly, Di Xinhan dared to stand up, and he was indeed a real man.

But the people present stopped talking and just silently said something good in their hearts.

"The Qinglong King, I have heard of Daming for a long time, and I want to fight with you in the Desperate City. Unfortunately, at that time, I was one level different from your cultivation level. I really dared not challenge it. I would like to give you advice today."

Di Xinhan bowed and looked at Xiao Chen calmly. There was no sophistry of Master Qingshu, nor the anger shown by those old geniuses on their faces.

Xiao Chen bowed his hand and replied, seeing the other party in the despair city. Judging from Xiao Chen's own perspective, if Di Xinhan challenged him at that time, he would have a 30% chance of winning.

Now that we are facing challenges, it is difficult for 30% of the city to face.

On the surface, the two of them have the same realm as the same, both of them have achieved a small quasi-emperor, but in fact the gap is quite large. Xiao Chen is the peak of the small quasi-emperor, and the basis for being promoted to the quasi-emperor is to break it and then establish ten thousand Heavenly Saint Laws. Di Xinhan is not as good as Xiao Chen in this regard.
Chapter completed!