Dragon Sword God

Chapter 420 Drawing a Dragon
Xiang Hao was also surprised. It was indeed just a painting, but the red bird in the painting came alive and flew away. He could even feel that the red bird had a real breath of life. Such a miraculous thing, Xiang Hao also saw it for the first time.

"Today, my lady wants to draw a dragon on the spot, but the dragon doesn't draw the eyes. If there is any son at the scene who can put eyes on the dragon and let the dragon go through the air, he will be a guest of my Nangong family. Of course , if this young man is amazing and talented enough, my lady will cooperate with him to do something." An old man said with a smile, standing next to that peerless beauty, he is a powerful old servant.

"Is it the finishing touch?" Xiang Hao became a little interested.

At the same time, the scene became hot, and countless voices rang out.

Miss Nangong was smiling, she was as holy as a fairy, she raised her jade hand lightly, all the voices fell silent, and then she smiled and said: "This is not a simple matter, when the time comes, there may be some unimaginable accidents, You can do what you can.”

"Don't worry, Ms. Nangong, although it's amazing, it's just a painting. What kind of accident can happen? Haha."

"That's right, Miss Nangong, hurry up and draw the dragon's body."

Many people spoke excitedly, quite impatiently.

Xiang Hao shook his head and smiled. These people probably want to get in touch with Ms. Nangong at close range, which is why they are so excited. Of course, there are also many people who are really curious about this kind of talent and supernatural power of Ms. Nangong.

Miss Nangong didn't speak any more. When she took a deep breath, the old servant next to her had already unfolded a huge pair of high-quality bamboo paper. The paper was two feet long and one foot wide. It was blessed with secret power and was very strong.

Immediately, everyone's voices fell silent, and the scene was silent, quietly watching that otherworldly figure.

Miss Nangong moved the pen, and the ethereal aura became more obvious, permeating the audience, the first stroke had already landed on the bamboo paper, and after the pen was written, a ray of light flashed at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Nangong's speed gradually increased, the rays of the sun gradually became thicker and spread over the bamboo paper, and Miss Nangong's figure was like a dancing fairy in purple clothes, with flying hair, she was so beautiful, she kept writing on the bamboo paper On the scene, the hearts of all the young people in the audience were stunned. Even Xiang Hao had to admit that this was a magnificent woman.

Poof, suddenly, Miss Nangong's body trembled, and she spit out a mouthful of blood, which spilled all over the bamboo paper.

"Miss." The old servant's expression changed.

"No problem." Miss Nangong waved her hand and continued to paint, but her face was a little pale.

When people saw this scene, they suddenly became awed, and began to understand that this painting was extraordinary, and even the painter seemed to be affected inexplicably.

An hour later, Miss Nangong finally made the last stroke, and she was done. However, her body trembled a few times, and she almost fell down. However, when she saw the dragon on the painting, she showed a satisfied smile.

Under Miss Nangong's instruction, the old servant presented the entire painting in front of thousands of people in the audience. Suddenly, gasps were heard one after another.

On the painting, a divine dragon is in the clouds, lifelike, and the powerful aura emanates through the bamboo paper painting, which is inexplicably depressing. It is hard to imagine how Miss Nangong drew it.

The only regret is that this dragon has no eyes. A dragon without eyes is like having no soul. Although it is equally domineering, it lacks a little charm.

"Okay, everyone wants to try it now, so hurry up." The old servant said loudly. At the same time, he gave Miss Nangong a elixir. After Miss Nangong took it, she recovered a lot.

"I'll do it, haha, why don't you just draw two eyes? How difficult is it?" Immediately, a young man in white clothes walked over, took the brush from Miss Nangong, dipped it in ink, and put the dragon's eye on the painting .

However, no matter how much he applied, the ink could not draw the eyes, let alone leave even a trace on the painting. This strange scene surprised people.

The young man in white tried dozens of times without success, and withdrew in disgrace.

"Only by using the power of the soul, it is possible to draw eyes on the Shenlong. I hope everyone will try it enthusiastically. If anyone can succeed, I, Nangong Linger, agree and promise him a condition that is not too much." Miss Nangong said softly, her eyes , with some expectation, she expects someone who can draw eyes on Shenlong to appear, which is of great significance to her.

Nangong Ling'er's words literally gave thousands of hot-blooded men the blood.

"I come."

"I'll come, I'll come."

"Don't rob me so much."

The people were so noisy that they all scrambled to get on the stage.

"Everyone, don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, line up, try one by one, even if someone succeeds, the people behind will still have a chance to improve Longmu." The old servant said with a smile, his words were gentle but invisible Suddenly, he exuded an extremely fierce aura, which shocked everyone.

Under the arrangement of the old servant, people lined up and stepped forward one after another.

But unfortunately, people failed one after another. Like the young man who stepped forward, they were unable to leave traces on the painting. Until a young man was painting his eyes, the dragon suddenly glowed and shocked him. After flying tens of feet and vomiting blood, people suddenly woke up, and most of the blood in their bodies was extinguished.

"There's something queer about this painting."

"It seems that it really has spirituality. Why?"

People are puzzled, shocked, and puzzled, it's just a painting.

Several hours passed, seeing more and more people failing or giving up, Nangong Linger sighed in disappointment, her eyes were a little sad.

"Let me try." Xiang Hao saw no one came forward, so he stepped forward with a smile on his face.

Everyone saw the young man's tall and straight figure, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a good temperament. They were all shocked immediately, but no one thought that Xiang Hao could succeed, because thousands of people had failed before.

Xiang Hao stood in front of the painting and stared at it quietly for a long time.

The dragon in the painting is indeed lifelike and mighty, but Xiang Hao, who possesses dragon blood and dragon soul, is the first to notice that the aura coming out of the painting is not the aura of a divine dragon, but this aura is also similar to that of a divine dragon, very powerful Xiang Hao guessed that this was the aura of Nangong Linger's innate divine power.

"Young man, let's start." The old servant said lightly, subconsciously, he also classified Xiang Hao as the public, and it would end in failure.

"Here." Nangong Linger handed the brush to Xiang Hao habitually.

"No need for this." Xiang Hao smiled at Nangong Linger, causing a hint of surprise in Nangong Linger's eyes.

(End of this chapter)