Master Xiu, Please Flop

Everyone is a cultural person.

They are all directed at calligraphy and drawing.

Moreover, anyway, he would continue to stay on the luxury spaceship, and Mo Fan had nothing to do in his spare time, so he planned to paint a landscape painting here, and painted the surrounding landscape in the painting.

Let these people appreciate it.

Make a good relationship by the way.

At this moment, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all ready.

Mo Fan was standing upright with a brush in his hand, and began to paint.

With his brush falling.

Suddenly, a wave of Taoist rhyme radiated from his body.

Around.

Qingqing, Longer, Bai Changsheng and others trembled.

Dao Yun!

Lord Mo began to release his Dao Yun!

It's really scary!

All paintings contain the rhyme of supreme Taoism.

Is this the boss?

It's hanging up!

At this moment, not far away, a man in a golden robe came quickly toward this side.

He suddenly felt the powerful rhyme of Taoism. Suddenly, he was taken aback, and his eyes flashed: "There are really saints here!"

"This Taoist rhyme!"

This middle-aged man in a golden robe is a monk who guards the temple of the Three Realms.

He quickly moved toward the front, showing his body skills, and the whole figure quickly moved toward the front like a sword light.

quickly.

He found the young man drawing on the ship's board.

"So young! There is such a rhyme in one stroke by one stroke! Not bad, not bad! I am also a person who proves Dao by drawing, but I can ask for advice!"

Thinking of this, the speed of the middle-aged man in the golden robe couldn't help speeding up, and the whole figure looked like a golden lightning.

Mo Fan is drawing attentively.

He is extremely serious in everything he does.

By his side, Bai Changsheng and others' breathing became hurried.

In Bai Changsheng's view, he must have broken through the saint and won the reward of the master!

Now, the expert is drawing in front of him!

This is a great opportunity for him!

Zhang Feng and Tianyu felt that they had been exposed to Bai Changsheng's light.

Hum!

As Mo Fan wrote down, suddenly, a terrifying Dao Yun radiated from him, and it became stronger and stronger.

It is extremely dazzling and brilliant.

Soon, a landscape map appeared in the sight of everyone, as if it were real.

Mo Fan took a look and was quite satisfied. At this moment, his painting seemed to be 3D.

Everyone looked at this landscape map, and everyone was stunned.

The whole mind was instantly sucked into this painting.

This painting is exactly the same as the surrounding environment.

In the painting, there are lofty mountains, the sea, and trees, and there are clouds and mist in the mountains!

Tianlong is a azure blue.

And there is an iron ship in this blue sky.

Just when everyone was completely immersed in the painting, at this moment, a voice rang.

"Good painting! Good painting!"

Everyone was taken aback, turned around and looked up, and when they looked over, they found a figure in a golden robe coming quickly toward this side.

"saint!"

Qingqing glanced at it and muttered in her heart without being afraid. Now, on this warship, besides she is a saint, Bai Changsheng has also stepped into the saint.

Moreover, her own combat effectiveness is extremely abnormal.

Therefore, she is not afraid!

Although there are experts here, she will not let anyone disturb the elegance of the experts.

Mo Fan was taken aback for a moment, turned around, followed the voice and looked over, and found a golden robe monk slowly walking towards this side, his eyes fell on Mo Fan's painting, his eyes suddenly lit up. .

The golden robe monk used paintings to prove the way and stepped into the saint. He is the monk who guards the temple of the Three Realms, and is a genuine saint!

At this moment, all his mind was attracted by the paintings that Mo Fan drew.

In the painting, lofty mountains and so on.

Looking at this painting, at this moment, the golden robe monk realized that the spiritual power in his body was running uncontrollably, and even Dao Xin was quietly undergoing transformation.

This discovery made the golden robe monk's breathing become quicker.

Mo Fan looked at the golden robe monk and smiled slightly.

It is also a cultural man.

He who loves painting again!

Mo Fan felt that his luck had been extremely good since his journey, and all he had encountered were cultural people in the world of cultivating immortals.

He is a cultural person.

It is much easier for cultural people to deal with cultural people!

Experts will know at a glance whether there is any.

Just looking at it, the Jinpao monk knew that the young man in front of him had already surpassed himself in painting.

He looked at Mo Fan with a look of admiration and respect: "Senior, junior Li Tiankai."

Mo Fan shook his head and said: "I am not a senior!"

At the same time, he looked up and down the golden robe monk in front of him.

I found that the person in front of me was very superior no matter in dress or appearance.

At a glance, I know that I am doing well in the world of cultivation.

Such a person is worthy of his association.

After all, he can't cultivate, he has no cultivation base, knows one more person, and one more person covers him. For him, not only is there no harm, but it is also a good thing!

"I'm just a mortal, Mo Fan."

Mo Fan said.

A mortal?

Will a character written by a mortal contain such a strong Taoist rhyme?

Moreover, all these strokes make people feel a great pressure.

Could it be that the person in front of you is a hermit boss?

At this time, a thought suddenly popped out in his mind.

Li Tiankai swept his eyes, and immediately found that two of these people had already stepped into the Saint Realm.

Could it be true?

It is said that some hermit masters like to pretend to be mortals.

What he thought of, he said respectfully: "Master Mo, I have a painting here. I don't know if I can help you look at it? How many strokes can I paint in this painting?"

"sure!"

Mo Fan said, having a good impression of the person in front of him.

Really deserves to be an educator.

They speak so politely.

"Master, maybe, you can go out today! You are no longer imprisoned!"

The Jinpao monk murmured in his heart, and then, he took out a picture scroll from a space ring, and handed it to Mo Fan very respectfully, looking a little strenuous.

Bai Changsheng and others looked at the picture scroll, their pupils shrank suddenly.

There is a terrifying Taoist rhyme in this picture scroll!

Ordinary monks can't hold the picture scroll at all.

Because the rhyme on this scroll is too strong!

Even Qingqing couldn't hold the picture scroll with one hand.

Even the golden robe monk was the same, he handed it to Mo Fan with both hands.

Moreover, sweat appeared directly on his face.

Mo Fan looked at the golden robe monk in front of him a little weirdly.

This cultural person is a bit too particular about it.

That painting must be so slow.

Mo Fan was very speechless about this, and he took the picture scroll casually.

Li Tiankai saw this scene with a dazed expression.

He knows that the weight of this painting is like ninety-nine-eighty-one towering mountains.

However, this painting was easily accepted by Mo Fan.

It really makes him unbelievable!

It shocked him too much!