The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

is this real?

Yan Chuan fell stroke by stroke, and Liu Jin leaned closer, seeing clearly that there was a painting on the white cloth.

Although it was only outlined with a black pen, the monotonous color allowed Liu Jin to see the vitality.

Bamboo house? Yan Chuan painted the bamboo house where he lived before. Around the bamboo house?

Looking at this painting, Liu Jin feels unreal, as if this is a bamboo house.

A few small bamboo houses, a small courtyard. Yan Chuan did not paint the mountains behind, nor the bamboo forests around him. He only painted the courtyard of the small bamboo house.

There was a violent wind on the lake, heavy rain, and a huge whirlpool formed in the lake.

The soldiers were amazed.

A bead of sweat overflowed from Yan Chuan's forehead, but he kept painting in his hands.

"Boom!"

The purple jade brush suddenly made a crisp sound, turned into powder, and dispersed with the wind.

Yan Chuan didn't stop, grabbed the last purple jade brush, and started painting with ink again.

Rumble! There was a roaring sound in the lake.

In the high altitude, the girl's eyes were wide.

"This, the power of writing, maybe only Mr. Wen Ruo can compare with it?" The girl swallowed her mouth.

"Huh!" The crane was suddenly restless.

"What's the matter? Little Crane?" The girl asked in doubt.

"Huh, Huh, Huh!" The crane called out anxiously.

"What? Dragon Vein Qi? You feel the abnormal movement of the Earth Dragon Vein Qi?" The girl unexpectedly asked.

"Hey!" The crane nodded continuously.

"The energy of the dragon vein? Although it is just a small dragon vein, it can be accumulated for thousands of years, and there must be a certain amount of dragon energy. Certainly, he wants to accept the dragon energy here?" the girl said strangely.

Below, a painting is already done.

There was another crack in the brush.

Yan Chuan stroked a painting with a brush.

"Na!" Yan Chuan yelled softly.

"Boom!" At the mouth of the whirlpool in the lake, a strong wind suddenly burst out.

The strong wind soared into the sky, instantly dissipating the surrounding clouds. Then, crashing down, straight into Yan Chuan's painting.

Rushing out of the water, rushing into the paintings and calligraphy. Vaguely, a hint of golden light could be seen in the wind.

"The air of the dragon veins is indeed the air of the earth dragon veins!" The girl in the sky said in surprise.

"Boom!"

The surrounding mountains suddenly trembled. It's like an earthquake.

A full time for incense sticks. The earthquake stopped.

"Boom!" The vortex on the lake suddenly merged.

Gale also entered Yan Chuan's paintings. The sky became bright again.

Yan Chuan made another imaginary painting with the brush in his hand.

"Hey!"

"Boom!" The purple jade brush turned into a powder again.

When the second brush ran out, Yan Chuan was already sweating profusely, and his face paled. However, the painting is completely finished.

Above the scroll, there was a faint golden light, and the golden light quickly disappeared into the painting.

At this moment, the bamboo house in the painting is more and more vivid, and even the original black and white color has a lot of emerald green color. The grass on the ground in the painting is as real as it is.

"Congratulations to the lord!" Liu Jin, Huo Guang and other officers suddenly congratulated them with excitement.

"Will you watch?" Yan Chuan asked.

"Yes, the old slaves will and will!" Liu Jin was a little uncomfortable when she said.

"Show this picture!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes!" Liu Jin immediately touched the painting carefully.

Yan Chuan walked to the side of the sedan chair, entered it, and adjusted his breath slightly. The painting just now is the limit of Yan Chuan's current physical fitness.

In the high altitude, the girl held her chin, thoughtfully.

When Yan Chuan recovered and walked out of the sedan chair, Liu Jin was already ready.

A picture scroll and a scroll were handed to Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan took it and opened it gently. In the painting is the bamboo house where he lived before.

Liu Jin and Huo Guang were full of curiosity in their eyes. A group of soldiers is even more adoring.

"Master, what is the magical effect of this painting?" Liu Jin asked curiously.

Yan Chuan smiled slightly: "You and Huo Guangzhan are good!"

"Yes!" The two immediately grabbed the other end and unfolded the picture in the void.

Yan Chuan grabbed the desk with his hand and held onto the scroll.

"Om!"

A ripple suddenly appeared on the painting, while the desk disappeared strangely.

Disappeared? The desk is gone?

Everyone's complexion changed. Look again.

"The desk, the desk went into the painting, went into the painting!" Liu Jin exclaimed.

On the painting, in that small courtyard, at this moment, I am ‘painting’ the previous desk. This, this, Liu Jin and Huo Guang were shocked.

"This painting has taken in the dragon veins, but you can have a space inside to store some dead objects, but unfortunately, the dragon is too little, the picture quality is too poor, the space is not big, only three zhang square meters. And, a hundred years later , The dragon vented himself, and this painting was useless." Yan Chuan shook his head.

"Huh? Space?" Liu Jin was surprised.

"Master, the desk is put in, how do you take it out?" Huo Guang didn't know what to say at the moment.

"It's advisable to explore!" Yan Chuan smiled.

While speaking, Yan Chuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a lot of ripples appeared on the screen again, and his arm reached in and grabbed the desk again.

"This, this...?" Everyone was shocked.

"The prince and god!" everyone worshiped.

"Hahaha, good practice, you can do it in the future!" Yan Chuan smiled.

"Yes!" everyone respectfully said.

"Liu Jin, although there is space in this painting, don't burn it. You will be responsible for keeping this painting for me in the future!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes! The old slave must be kept carefully!" Liu Jin said excitedly.

In the sky, the girl looked down.

"Space magic weapon? A person with three levels of strength can actually refine space magic weapon? Are you kidding?" The girl smiled bitterly.

"Huh!" The crane nodded too. Indicates speechlessness.

"Space magic weapon, very few, like him refining, really not many people can do it, painting and calligraphy skills are so deep, and understand Feng Shui, can meet dragon veins? Too little, although the space is not large, It's amazing. It seems that Mr. Wen Ruo is about to meet his opponent, hehe!" A sly smile appeared in the girl's eyes.

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