Chapter 71 Challenge

"Little brother, you are young and your tone is not small. Painting god, you dare to slander the true deeds of Lord Qianzhen!" Then, the boss paused for a moment and then continued, "I've decided that this painting sells 40 Venus coins now. Do you want?"

"What? Didn't you just say 30 Venus coins?" This time it's Han Ying, who doesn't have such a good temper.

The boss's face returned to peace, and then said, "Little girl, my painting has been so despised by this little brother. It's good for you that I raised ten Venus coins. If you want to buy it, pay quickly, otherwise I won't sell it."

"You!"

Han Ying also seemed to be angered. She clenched her fists and her eyes showed cold light. When she was about to fight, she was stopped by Lu Shuo.

"Xiao Ying, don't be excited!"

Han Ying was stunned, not because of anything else, but because Lu Shuo called her Xiaoying. With Lu Shuo's dislike of her, she never thought that she would call her Xiao Ying kindly, so she couldn't accept it for a while.

Lu Shuo took a step forward. He has never compromised on painting.

"Are you sure this is the true work of the god of painting? Do you dare to swear that this is the true work of the God of Painting? Lu Shuo's voice is getting louder and louder.

"I'm sure!"

"Do you dare to swear?" Lu Shuo continued to ask.

In the face of Lu Shuo's forced question, the boss began to hesitate, "I...I..."

You should know that in the Star Continent, a vow is extremely important. It is rumored that if your oath is against your conscience, you will be punished by the Star God. This may be the reason why the boss has become hesitant.

However, at this time, not far from Lu Shuo's side, a slightly disdainful voice suddenly sounded: "Cut, at a young age, my tone is quite big. I thought about it first and thought I was the god of painting? I'm afraid it's not even a painter!"

Lu Shuo and Han Ying looked in the direction of the sound at the same time, and saw a well-dressed young man in his 20s in gorgeous robe standing behind them. At this time, they were looking at Lu Shuo contemptuously and constantly shaking his head. Obviously, he heard all about the conversation between Lu Shuo and the boss.

When Han Ying saw the young man, the young man also looked at Han Ying. The two looked at each other, and Han Ying immediately turned her head as if they had known each other very early.

Lu Shuo frowned slightly and seemed to deliberately raise his voice a little. He said loudly to the young man, "I am a painter, and I am also the most outstanding painter!"

As soon as Lu Shuo said this, he immediately attracted many people around him, and when the young man heard the words of the most excellent painter, his disdainful expression on his face became more and more powerful. "It's really shameless. Even Lord Qianzhen, the god of painting, did not say that he was the best. What are you? Mao hasn't grown up yet, so I don't know the depth of the sky and the earth here. Roll away. Don't get in the way of my cloud city.

At this time, Han Ying finally couldn't listen and turned to the young man and said, "Yunhai, don't go too much. Make it clear that he is one of my poisonous people."

The cloud sea in the mouth of Han Ying, that is, the young man in front of him, is the son of the lord of Yuncheng, Yun Shang. That's why he can say such arrogant words.

Seeing Han Ying suddenly open his mouth, the young man, that is, Yunhai in Han Ying's mouth, suddenly laughed crazily, "Ha ha, Xiao Ying, you finally pay attention to me, but I tell you that Yuncheng is mine, and whoever I want to let him go must go!"

"How dare you!" Han Ying's sharp eyes shot a few murderous spirits.

"I dare, I am no longer the sea of clouds that are tortured by you. I am the son of the lord of Yuncheng City. I can only hate you."

Han Ying was silent, and her eyes turned away from Yunhai's sight, as if she didn't dare to look at him.

Although Lu Shuo next to

couldn't understand the dialogue between them, the young man's reviled words not only scolded him, but also scolded him for his pride as a painting god. In the world of the Star Soul Master, he is nothing now, but Lu Shuo can't stand such an insult in the painting world.

Lu Shuo took a step forward, his eyes condensed, and said lightly to Yunhai, "Okay, I'll let you know what I am."

Yunhai still looked extremely arrogant and poohed disdainfully, "Ha, of course you are not a thing."

Han Ying didn't say anything, and Lu Shuo ignored Yunhai's sarcasm. He turned around and quickly moved the table in front of the boss in front of him. Then, the ink phoenix in Lu Shuo's hand flashed, a piece of paper, a brush, and some paint had appeared in front of him in an instant.

At this time, there were already more than 20 people watching the scene, and there was also a very familiar figure of Lu Shuo, which was seen by the soul-eating cat the day before yesterday. The cat hid in the middle of the crowd and quietly watched what happened here.

Then, Lu Shuo set up the necessary painting tools, and then quickly raised his head and shouted loudly to the people around him: "Goodby, everyone. My name is Lu Shuo. Since this brother Yunhai and this boss are so ignorant, I will let everyone see what the real Baicao Liyuntu is. Let this brother Yunhai see what I am.

Then, Lu Shuo turned his eyes to Yunhai, and then said with a hint of provocativeness, "Brother Yunhai, how about we make a bet? If the Baicao Liyun I painted failed to surpass the boss's Baicao Liyun, then I immediately bowed to you three times, then left Yuncheng and turned my head and left. However, if my Baicaoli Yuntu surpasses the boss's Baicaoli Yuntu, my request is very simple. You must kneel in front of me in front of everyone, kowtow to me three times, and respect me as a painting god. What do you think of all the people here as judges?

said the last sentence, Lu Shuo's voice was resolute, his eyes were even more majestic, and his whole body exuded wild domineering. At this moment, he seems to have returned to his previous life and become the young painting god of that generation.

After listening to his words, not only Yunhai, but also the boss behind him couldn't help shouting.

The boss said, "Little brother, things don't seem to be so obvious. Why do you have to be so aggressive? Even if you are a painter, does your teacher teach you that?

Lu Shuo smiled coldly, "In this world, no one can be my painting teacher. Don't waste my time."

"What an arrogant boy, well, I will accept your bet. I'd like to see if you dare to be wild here?" Yunhai couldn't help saying.

At this time, Han Ying next to her was already surprised. Why didn't she expect that Lu Shuo could draw, and it seemed to be very powerful. She carried painting tools with her. Maybe only senior painters had this kind of heart.

Han Ying can't help looking forward to what kind of pictures Lu Shuo will draw.

And the people around him also began to talk about it. Most of them came here to travel, so Yunhai has no way of knowing the son of Han Ying and the owner of Yuncheng, but this can also improve the fairness of this bet. They can't help but look forward to what kind of picture the teenager who is only 16 or 7 years old can draw.

Then, Lu Shuo said loudly again, "Okay, since Brother Yunhai is so cheerful, as a witness and judge, I, Lu Shuo, am about to start."

Lu Shuo looked very calm and confident. He held the brush in his right hand, gently flattened the drawing paper, and slowly stained it with paint. This seemingly trivial detail is extremely important for Lu Shuo, the painting god.

Then, Lu Shuo slowly closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something, as if he was remembering something.

Everyone was stunned, while Yunhai was still full of disdain.

Suddenly, Lu Shuo suddenly opened his eyes, as if he suddenly realized.

He began to wave quickly on the drawing paper, looking focused and calmly. The brush swam freely on the drawing paper without any time to think and stay. Everything seemed to be flowing like that. He was not painting at all, but graffiti randomly.

After a moment, everyone's eyes showed a trace of astonishment. Gradually, the consternment began to become dignified and serious, and even Yunhai's face began to appear a trace of astonishment.

(Next chapter, Draw the Power of God)