Chapter 4 A map of mountains and rivers worth a thousand dollars

Wu Pengwei felt a little puzzled, why did this alien man find himself?

The alien man was familiar with him. He took a few big strides in front of Wu Pengwei and shouted, "I've seen you. Last time you made a painting in Wenxin Pavilion. It's quite awesome. What's the matter? Don't you dare to compare with me this time? Are you still a man?"

The big man still wanted to move forward, and a blue-gray shadow stood in front of him. He was stunned for a moment and only saw a thin middle-aged man looking at him, with a gloomy light in his eyes.

"Go back." Aoki warned coldly, and his tone was unquestionable.

The alien man laughed and simply retreated three steps away, and then raised his voice and shouted, "It is said that the place in the south of the Yangtze River is good, the people are good, the mountains and rivers are good, and even the culture is good. Unexpectedly, today I am painting here and I met a group of scolded eggs. No one dares to come out to compare with my rude man. Painting, hey hey, men in Jiangnan are all soft bones and can't afford to lose.

This guy laughed crazily as if no one else was around. His voice was simply earth-shaking, and the whole hall was clearly audible.

Wu Pengwei frowned, smiled, and said indifferently, "Isn't it just painting? Why are you so excited?" He rolled up his sleeves and came out.

The little man who already had an art gallery poured the ink stains in the bucket, and someone put away the paintings on the ground and resurfaced the huge snow-white rice paper.

Wu Pengwei walked on the rice paper and paced back and forth on it with his feet, as if he was measuring.

The alien man laughed again: "What's the matter? I can't lift the ink barrel. I want to kick it with my feet."

Wu Pengwei ignored his sarcasm and walked several times before returning it to the rice paper. He held the ink bucket in his hand, inhaled a little, and spilled the ink in the bucket out.

Splashing ink is an extremely ingenious kung fu. It must be handled just right, and the place where the ink falls must also be calculated well. With a trace of error, it is difficult to perfect the painting. The reason why an alien man can sprinkle freely is not only because of his strong strength and blood, but also because of his mastery of strength. .

When the alien man splashed ink, he had a sense of courage. He painted in the poor mountains and rivers. When he was bored, he was forced by his master and did not have great love.

In contrast to Wu Pengwei, carrying a bucket and splashing ink is like watering flowers and weeding. The action is unrestrained and elegant.

The power of qi and blood in his hand is carried out, with soft white light. Every time it is poured out, the ink is like a living thing. According to the landing point calculated in his heart, it rolls down quietly and spreads black light and shadow on the snow-white rice paper.

With this temperament alone, the two are far apart.

The alien man suddenly sneered: "Painting is a strong job. Brother, you have to stand firm."

After saying that, he stamped his foot fiercely, as if it was a heavy hammer hitting the ground. The ground suddenly shook a little. Wu Pengwei was splashing ink and almost couldn't hold the strength to throw the ink in the barrel away. Fortunately, his control of the power of qi and blood was extremely exquisite. The rapid calculation in his mind was a throw of ink again. Two pools of ink hit one place, but it was still It fell in the place originally set, and there was no disorder at all.

The people beside him cheered loudly.

The alien big man was stunned. Seeing Wu Pengwei splashing ink freely, the painting on the rice paper quickly took shape. Whether it was the landing point or the technique, this painting was far more than his own. He suddenly became angry, and his whole body began to glow red light, with a low roar, and his fingers shot like a cannon.

A stream of light is as hot as fire, flying away, pressing straight to the ink in mid-air.

Wu Pengwei smiled. With Aoki beside him, he didn't have to worry about disturbing this man again.

Aoki's eyes were also tightened, his sleeves flew over, and dark green light flew out one after another, intending to intercept the fiery red light in mid-air.

But at this time, the variation is sudden.

Another golden glow came out, and the green gas of Aoki was intercepted first, and the two collided and exploded into pieces.

Wu Pengwei and Aoki looked tight, but the ink in the air had been hit by the luminosity of the big man, scattered into several balls and fell on the paper. An extremely magnificent landscape map was stained into waste paper.

"Shameless, you yellow hair is so shameless, you are cheating."

Wang Qi, who was standing in the crowd, didn't care that the other party was a few heads taller than himself, and jumped up and cursed.

"Haha, you didn't say you were not allowed to cheat." The alien man laughed, and Wang Qi's abuse seemed to be extremely useful to him.

Everyone beside him shook their heads and sighed. At the critical moment, the painting failed, and the eyes of Wu Pengwei couldn't help but feel a little cold.

Aoki's eyes flashed with anger, constantly looking for the source of the golden gas, but his eyes searched back and forth several times, but there was still no result.

Wu Pengwei looked at the laughing alien man coldly. His eyes were as quiet as water, and his body fell on the painting like a feather.

Everyone was a little confused about his behavior. Did they want to crush the painting when they lost? It's not a good way. At worst, it's better to compare with each other. Anyway, the foreign man is the first to violate the rules.

The big man was also a little stunned. He didn't know what Wu Pengwei wanted to do, but he was used to being a scoundrel and was not afraid that the other party would regret it again.

Unexpectedly, Wu Pengwei did not tear at all, but danced with his toes, and every landing point was in the ink ball scattered on the picture.

Something incredible happened.

Wu Pengwei's toes are like the softest pen under the painter's pen, constantly swinging or picking up the ink. The ink ball that originally disturbed the whole artistic conception of the painting turned into a scene under its toes.

Some are the vigorous pine trees on the top of the mountain, some are the waves splashing across the air, and some are the winged eagles that pass across the sky.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Wu Pengwei's toes are like the most perfect brush, depicting one vivid scene after another.

Until this moment, everyone understood Wu Pengwei's intention of jumping on the rice paper and marveled at his peerless talent.

And Wu Pengwei is also completely immersed in the artistic conception of "the general trend according to the law". His mind keeps passing through the image of the scenery in the past, and then shrinking the size into an appropriate proportion to stay on the picture through continuous calculation.

For the first time, he tried to combine his computing ability with the general trend.

This wonderful idea will be of great benefit to his future martial arts practice. Once the integration is successful, it will play an amazing effect in the future.

Think about it, you can integrate the angle of the opponent's attack and how to respond to the most appropriate counterattack in the mood of seeing through all the changes. What a terrible skill it is, and what a terrible power it will play in the test.

Although it may not be called the best winning skill, it is already invincible.

Even if you meet an opponent who is stronger than yourself, you still have the capital to escape.

"Damn, I'm so pissed off!" The alien man was obviously a scoundrel. As soon as he saw that Wu Pengwei's painting was about to succeed, he suddenly roared, and his whole body was intertwined with red light. He gathered into a huge yak above his head and was about to rush to Wu Pengwei.

is also a master of the realm of martial soul.

Aoki, who was beside him, suddenly shouted in a low voice: "You bastard, dare."

He moved at will and grabbed a "mandala flower" towards the top of the big man's head.

The flowers are blooming and the vines are overgrown, like tangible things, which are about to touch the body of the big man.

Out of a while, there was a delicate shout in the crowd, and a tall and graceful figure rushed out of it, also throwing out the green light, like a whip entangled with the power of Aoki's qi and blood.

The people beside them retreated one after another, giving room to the four people who fought for fear that their fight would hurt themselves.

In this moment, the alien man has rushed to the rice paper and slapped at Wu Pengwei.

The artistic conception was interrupted and it was no longer difficult to integrate. Wu Pengwei sighed secretly, and his head did not look back was a palm. The white light in the palm was like a turbulent waves, and a golden light appeared in the center. The improved human character chaotic skill "Nutao zhan" surged out, and it really bumped with the other party.

"Boom"

The spirit of the two people was entangled in one place, bursting out a dazzling light.

Wu Pengwei, who fought hard with the other party, suddenly flew backwards and seemed to be no match for the big man.

"Haha, boy, you are not strong enough. Wait for me to destroy this painting."

The big man laughed, but he looked down and was stunned again.

The painting of rice paper on the ground has long disappeared, and ten meters in front of him, Wu Pengwei is standing casually, holding a huge rice paper painting in his left hand.

The alien man is not a fool. Only then did he know that he was fooled. The other party is not that the power of qi and blood is not as good as himself, but that he is willing to protect the painting. With the strength of the two people, together with the paper painting, he brings out the range of light bursting.

"Mom, you cheat. You dare not fight with me. You're not a man." The alien man roared.

And Wu Pengwei just smiled indifferently and spread the rice paper painting in his hand, revealing a magnificent landscape painting scroll. Among them, the technique is skillful and the artistic conception is far-reaching. Compared with the previous picture of the alien man, it is simply a world of difference.

At this time, Aoki and the tall figure with his face hidden under the bamboo hat also stopped fighting. Aoki's body was in front of Wu Pengwei.

The alien man still wanted to fight, and a white hand pressed on his shoulder.

"Don't make trouble, let's go first."

The sound is slightly hoarse but magnetic, which is extremely pleasant to listen to.

The alien man took a breath and rushed away the door angrily.

Before leaving, the tall figure slightly looked up at Wu Pengwei. His eyes were dark and cold, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, his facial features were clear and powerful, and there was a wisp of golden curly hair in front of his forehead, and he was charming in the heroic martial arts.

It turned out to be a rare exotic beauty.

"Wu Wei, I'll see you in the Wuwang Competition."

Leave a sentence that stunned Wu Pengwei, and the tall figure also disappeared from the door.

"Shit, a bunch of barbarians can't beat, and painting can't draw us. It's really humiliating. There is no etiquette at all." Wang Qi once again used his unique skills and flew saliva to the two people who were far away.

Wu Pengwei was a little confused. He turned his head and asked Aoki, "They know me. Which sect are they from?"

Aoki thought for a moment and shook his head.

This big man and the foreign woman dressed as a man are obviously good players. Their strength should be about the middle level of the martial soul, and they are not inferior to Wu Pengwei at all, especially that woman, which makes her whip a good whip, and the wood spirit is also very good. In a short period of time, Aoki can't do anything about her.

"I didn't expect that there were two more martial soul contestants. This martial arts king competition is getting more and more interesting." Wu Pengwei smiled and threw the painting in his hand on the ground.

He was about to turn around and leave when he heard a rapid shout behind him.

"Sir, take your time. I'm willing to buy Mr.'s magnificent picture of mountains and rivers at a high price."