"Your brother? It seems that you don't take what I said to you last time seriously? "
Chi!
As the fatty spoke, he made a grabbing motion in the direction of the Painter Association's testing table, and the chair appeared before him. At the same time, he dipped the brush in his hand into the ink.
"Are you serious?"
The fatty's action stunned the surrounding cultivators. They all widened their eyes in shock.
Xuan Yuanchen's coercion had not been removed. Judging from the auras and expressions of Ling Feng, Ao Qian, and Xue Feiyan, it was obvious that Xuan Yuanchen's coercion was very strong. However, the fatty, whose fat was trembling, did not release any aura to resist the coercion. Instead, he pulled the examination table in front of him and dipped it into the ink calmly. It was as if the coercion had no effect on him.
"Are you talking to me?" Murong Qianhua frowned.
"Doggy, you are so naughty. Didn't you transform into a human and speak a long time ago? I said that I can't stand dogs biting people. Take care of your brother. Don't come out and bite him. Otherwise, if I accidentally hit him too hard, he will die. Why don't you listen? Do you think these two dogs are more powerful than the last one? Do you think you can intimidate me with some bullsh * t coercion? " The fatty's fat hand twirled the brush with his thumb and index finger. After dipping it into the black ink slab, he gently stroked the tip of the brush on the edge of the ink slab and squinted.
Other than the fatty's voice, everyone else was silent. The fatty, who seemed to be playing it down, actually shocked everyone. No one cared about the fatty's nonstandard or stupid way of holding the brush.
Especially Xuan Yuanchen, who was even more shocked.
He naturally knew how strong the coercion he released was. Furthermore, he had already shifted the center of his pressure onto Fatty and was increasing it continuously. However, Fatty, who clearly did not put up any resistance, was not affected at all. Even the hand holding the pen did not tremble in the slightest.
If it were not for Ling Feng, Ao Qian, and Xue Feiyan, everyone would have suspected that the fatty could not withstand Xuan Yuanchen's coercion.
Everyone could not help but be shocked.
Ao Qian, Ling Feng, Xue Feiyan, and the members of the Carnage Battle Team recalled what Fatty had said to Ao Qian after the endurance test. Back then, Ao Qian had asked Fatty how long he could last. Fatty had first stretched out three fingers, then five. Ao Qian had guessed that Fatty could last for three to five hours, but Fatty had denied it and concluded that it was three to five minutes. He didn't believe Fatty's roar of three to five days at all. And now …
"I don't care if you believe it or not, but I do!"
This was what Ao Qian and the others thought.
It was only at this moment that they realized that Fatty's ability to withstand pressure far exceeded their imagination.
"You're really good at pretending. Don't hold it in and get internal injuries … That's not my responsibility!" Xuan Yuanchen said, quietly increasing his pressure. As long as one did not make a move, and at the same time, controlled the intensity of the fire, and did not cause any substantial harm to the cultivator, there was no problem in the academy. You can't hurt people, but you can humiliate them. This was similar to verbal insults. Intensifying the conflict and increasing the conflict was also a factor that promoted the improvement of the cultivator. It was also because of this that Xuan Yuanchen dared to do this.
"Vulgar! Just like what Big Brother said, you're just a petty person who likes to flaunt your tongue. He did have the strength, but this kind of conduct really made people not dare to compliment him! Words reflect the person. Don't come out and make a fool of yourself, so as to avoid insulting everyone's eyes and wasting paper and ink! "After a short period of shock, the head of the four great scholars, Tang Hu, stared at Chen Hao with a gaze filled with disdain as he spoke.
Boom!
Whoosh!
Just as Tang Hu finished speaking, Fatty's eyes suddenly shot out a crystal light, like two laser beams looking straight at him. At this moment, Tang Hu felt as if his eyes had been blinded, and there was a loud bang in his head. In an instant, the entire world seemed to have turned into a world of raging winds.
"Wind!"
Tang Hu almost whispered, and let out a syllable from his roar.
The surrounding people did not feel anything at first, and did not see any abnormalities in Fatty's eyes. The only thing they saw was that after Fatty glanced at Tang Hu with a smile full of disdain and contempt, the hand that was holding the brush suddenly changed into an authentic gesture of holding a brush, and the full tip of the brush suddenly fell.
But the moment Tang Hu said the word "wind", everyone's mind was captured by the artistic conception that blossomed from Fatty's brush.
There was no blossoming from the brush, but the artistic conception of raging winds was like a new world that appeared under Fatty's brush.
The brush was full of ink, and the force penetrated the back of the paper. The artistic conception of the raging winds was vividly reflected in the flamboyant "wind" character.
Fatty did not stop. Different artistic conceptions of the word "wind" were born under his brush. Raging wind, storm, whirlwind, breeze … Even warm wind, cool wind, cold wind, hot wind, and other wind that affected one's mood were performed by the focused Fatty under his brush …
"Words from the heart, words like a painting …"
"Words like a painting!"
Vice President Yi Qian, who was proficient in calligraphy, and the judges all stared at Fatty's brush and muttered to themselves.
Words like a painting. On the surface, it meant that the words were beautiful like a painting, but the meaning contained here was not so simple. Instead, the state of mind revealed in the words made the surrounding cultivators involuntarily fall into its artistic conception. It was like a dream, an illusion, and a painting.
Although this did not reach the realm of blossoming flowers under Tang Hu's brush, the artistic conception revealed was not inferior to Tang Hu's at all. It was just that Tang Hu was painting, and Fatty was writing.
What was even more shocking was that Fatty, who could not use divine powers and could only write with the most basic ability of mortals, actually displayed a strong foundation and skill. The lines under his brush could not be completely described by using force to penetrate the back of the paper. The reason was that … it presented a three-dimensional feeling!
If anyone knew that Chen Hao had been practicing the carving technique that his father had taught him since he was young, it would not be strange. That was the heart formula that restrained all energy and allowed one's body and mind to integrate with all things in the world. What was the most important thing about such a heart formula?
The state of mind that integrated with all things in the world.
When had Chen Hao ever stopped practicing since he was young?
Every flight that integrated with all things in the world was equivalent to a practice of the carving technique. The texture of the life trajectory of all things would clearly appear in his mind.
It was normal for such a state of mind to integrate into the tip of his brush and produce such an amazing effect!
Hiss …
Xuan Yuanchen, who was increasing the strength of his pressure and wanted to make Fatty unable to continue pretending, forgot to continue under the influence of Chen Hao's brush strokes, causing the pressure to dissipate.
After Fatty wrote more than ten artistic conceptions of the word "wind", he suddenly raised the tip of his brush, suspended in the air for a breath, and fell again.
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