The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

The two seem similar, but there are essential differences.

However, a powerful painter can give people an extremely real feeling through the artistic conception of the painting, mistakenly thinking that they have entered the world in the painting.

"This Xianyuan painter is not only strong in painting, but also frighteningly strong in swordsmanship..."

"Who is he?"

By using the way of painting, the way of swords is integrated into it.

A few simple outlines, but a whole set of sword techniques are integrated into the long sword.

36 moves of swordsmanship, when displayed, are unparalleled in sharpness.

Even Hu Dahai, a strong swordsman, felt terrified after seeing it.

It is enough to see how strong this kendo is.

Not only him, but many of the onlookers were also stunned by the painting.

Some of the weaker people were so frightened by that set of sword skills that they collapsed on the ground.

There was even a boy with a white face, yellow liquid flowed from his legs, and the stench spread...

"Oh my god! I feel that sword almost split me in half..."

"This set of swordsmanship is too sharp..."

"How did you draw it? Painting Dao and Sword Dao are both at the peak?"

"This child is only six or seven years old, and he can be strong like this..."

Those who guessed blindly just now, after seeing Li Heng's scroll, knew what a top painter was.

Three swords painters sat down on the ground after seeing this painting, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

"This... is the real fusion of the way of swordsmanship into the way of painting..."

"Who the hell is this kid?"

Although there are three people in the picture he drew of Qingfeng practicing swords, each of them has only one sword move.

It's not that he doesn't want to give everyone a few more moves, but that his own swordsmanship can't reach that kind of unfathomable level.

Everyone's move is the limit.

And what about Li Heng's painting?

The man in white has only one movement, but a whole set of swordsmanship is integrated into it.

After it is cast, it is unparalleled in sharpness.

Only those who are extremely strong in the art of swordsmanship can do it.

The five judges sitting in the front row clapped their hands in awe when they saw this painting.

"Wonderful! Really wonderful! I never thought that I would see such a top-notch sword dancing picture one day!"

"Today's exchange meeting, once this child comes out, no one will fight!"

"The number one must be him, anyway, I raise three hands in agreement!"

When appreciating other paintings just now, the five judges gave mixed reviews. There was never a time when all of them showed admiration.

In the crowd, Jin Peng, the patriarch of the Jin family, was also among them.

Last time, when Li Heng was a guest at Jin's house, Shen'er gave Gu Jianshu a piece of ointment, and after eating it, he grew hundreds of feet taller.

It can be said that without Li Heng, there would be no ancient sword tree now.

Therefore, Jin Peng was quite impressed with Li Heng.

After taking the stage, Jin Peng recognized Li Heng at a glance.

After seeing the painting, Jin Peng trembled with excitement.

"I know him!"

"He is the Son of God!"

"God son of the Li family!"

The excited voice was heard by the people next to him.

"What? Are you sure he is Li Heng, son of God?"

"Hiss! Seeing you alive today!"

"This is the Son of God! My God! Dao painting is so scary!"

"No wonder Hua Dao is so strong, he is the Son of God!"

A while ago, the Son of God reached the top of the Eternal Enlightenment Sword List, and also broke through the Eternal Ultimate Realm, becoming the Eternal Peak.

This incident alarmed all immortal cultivators.

Countless sword cultivators bowed their heads for it.

No one expected that the six-year-old child on the stage was actually the Son of God.

"This is the Son of God?" Painter Three Swords finally felt a little better when he learned that this child was the Son of God.

"Son of God really knows everything..."

"The way of painting is so strong, I'm afraid it will be on the list of ancient spirit paintings in the future..."

"I'm not wronged..."

Chapter 184 Late Night Reading

Communication will continue.

Although the paintings displayed by the remaining painters are not bad, they are much worse than Li Heng's.

In this way, there will be no suspense in the exchange meeting.

The sun is setting.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the Huayuan Pavilion, casting a layer of red light on the tiles.

Standing on the high platform, Hou Tinghua glanced across the audience and paused for a while on Li Heng.

"Today, the paintings of all the painters brought us a very exciting exchange meeting. For this, I would like to express my sincere thanks..."

"Now it's time to announce the results..."

"Just now I discussed with the five judges to decide the ranking order of this exchange meeting."

"If anyone expresses dissatisfaction, he can raise it in public..."

Having said that, his eyes swept across the audience again.

"No.3, Painter Zhao Jin, Spring Breeze of the Jade Girl!"

"No.2, Three Swords Painter, Qingfeng Sword Practice Picture!"

"No.1, Yimeng Painter, Sword Dance in the Grassland!"

After No.1 was announced, there was thunderous applause from the audience.

Everyone was applauding Li Heng.

Speaking of age, he is the youngest.

Speaking of strength, he is the strongest.

"Next, I will hand over the rewards to a few people."

In this way, Li Heng successfully obtained a set of spiritual brushes and a token of the Hundred Paintings Hall.

With the token, one can enter the Hall of Hundred Paintings in the Huayuan Pavilion.

Hou Tinghua said with a smile on his face, "Son of God, when do you plan to enter the Hall of Hundred Paintings?"

"It's just a few days." Li Heng didn't want to delay too long, he had to comprehend it early, and then he would continue to comprehend the picture scroll of Enlightenment.

"Okay, you are welcome anytime." Hou Tinghua suddenly had a good idea, "Would you like to join Huayuan Pavilion, and I can communicate with other painters in the future, and the artistic conception will improve faster!"

"Joining here will not have any impact on you."

Huayuan Pavilion is not a sect, and there are no restrictions on painters.

After joining, you can still receive offerings every month.

It doesn't matter if I stay here or not.

When encountering some chances of painting, as a painter of Huayuan Pavilion, there is a chance to get it.

"Yes." Li Heng thought for a while and agreed.

This identity may be used in the future.

In this way, Li Heng joined Huayuan Pavilion, went through a set of procedures, got a Huayuan Pavilion token, and officially became a famous painter.

......

Feijian Inn, Room No. [-], Tianzi.

It was dawn, but the doors and windows were tightly closed.

The vision in the room is a bit dim.

shhhhhh...

There was the sound of flipping books in the room.

Flickering candles illuminate the books.

"Yes, Not Bad!"

"The artistic conception of this painting is very profound, it is worth learning..."

Li Heng nodded with a little understanding while reading the Hualou Jade Girl Book.

Sudden.

A phantom appeared in the room.

Quietly, without any movement.

Li Heng was studying hard, but he didn't notice that there was someone behind him.

Xu Ying was an old man, and when he saw the booklet in Li Heng's hand, his old eyes narrowed into the sky.

He also stared at the booklet closely.

There is a light in the eyes that keeps flickering.

Swah...

After reading one page, Li Heng turned to the second page, but an old voice sounded behind him.

"Wait, I haven't finished appreciating the painting just now..."

"Ah?" Li Heng was taken aback, and quickly hid the booklet in his hand behind his back.

This kind of late-night reading is suitable for being alone and studying hard all night.

It feels a little uncomfortable to be disturbed by outsiders.

"Master... why are you here?"

"My boy, why don't you show filial piety to Master when you have such a good thing?" Painting God said with his hands behind his back.

With the contact with Li Heng, the words of Huashen gradually approached this era.

"At your age, watching these things can easily hurt your waist..." Li Heng said softly.

The painting god straightened his back, and said lightly: "Although the old man is old, his body is still very strong..."

"Are you still tough? You've become a soul...how can you be tough..." Li Heng rolled his eyes.

"Ahem..." Painting God coughed a few times when he was lifted to the sore spot.

"If you have such a good booklet, you should share it with your teacher..."

"Okay..." Li Heng took out the album and put it on the desk.