Against the sky starts from copying

Chapter 61

In the Qingjiang Art Gallery, masters of many art galleries gathered together to paint together. This kind of grand occasion is also rare in Mobei City. The people onlookers held their breath and waited anxiously and patiently.

Mu Liansheng and the others are dedicated, and people as hateful as Zhang Xuanhe are also serious when they paint, which is quite like everyone.

Lin Tianyang shuttled back and forth among the group of painters with a leisurely pace, exclaiming a few times from time to time, which made Mu Liansheng and others dissatisfied.

"Hmph, this kid actually wants to distract us to influence our painting, it's so naive!"

"When I become a master, how can I be distracted by such a child's trick!"

"This kid knows that he has no chance of winning, so he uses such low-level tricks. I just ignore him!"

A group of painters exchanged a few words and looked at Lin Tianyang with undisguised disdain and disdain.

They thought that Lin Tianyang was trying to disturb their minds and affect their performance, but they didn't know that Lin Tianyang was just bored...

It takes time for Mu Liansheng and others to paint, but Lin Tianyang doesn't need it. He just needs to wait for Mu Liansheng and others to finish the painting, and he can copy it after a few glances. Before that, he really didn't know what to look for. do it.

Lin Tianyang didn't know that he was deeply despised. After looking around, he was very impressed by the painting skills of this group of people: "This group of people is worthy of being the top painting masters in Mobei City. It is superb, even compared with the masters of traditional Chinese painting in the previous life, it is even better!"

Lin Tianyang wiped the cold sweat off his brow ashamedly thinking of his real drawing skills, "Using the Tiansheng illustrated book to win always feels like cheating. Fortunately, no one can report me..."

Seeing him wandering around, with a relaxed look on his face, the people watching couldn't help but frowned: Is this kid a little careless?
Mu Liansheng and others are indeed masters of Taoism, with profound skills and extremely fast brushwork, but it took about half an hour for all the masters of Taoism to complete their masterpieces one after another.

Everyone was very proud of their paintings. After finishing the paintings, they used their thoughts to hold their paintings in the air, and showed them to the onlookers almost ostentatiously.

Ten paintings are arranged in a row in the air, and one can see mountains, rivers, rocks, birds, animals, flowers and insects vividly on the paper, magic weapons, sea of ​​clouds and sun break through the paper, and the momentum is magnificent, which immediately attracted a burst of exclamation from the surroundings , while Lu Huanyu and the others frowned worriedly.

Lu Huanyu had the best eyesight, and he could see at a glance that these ten painters had put out all their lifelong learning, and their paintings had all reached their own highest level, and even two or three paintings were close to the threshold of Zhen Guo, which could be called the pinnacle of masters.

Although these ten painters only belong to the three major schools of heaven, spirit, and equipment, all of them are masterpieces of masters. Lin Tianyang is very talented, how can one be as good as ten?

"Senior White, this picture of mountains and flowing waters of yours is really far-reaching, and your writing skills are astonishing. It is indeed a role model for us to learn from!"

"Mr. Mu, your Han Saber Breaking the Sky is not far behind. The brush strokes are fierce, and the interlacing of dark and light shows the breath of killing. It's amazing!"

"Master Liu..."

Many painters were observing their respective paintings, complimenting each other very politely, talking and laughing happily, as if they had completely forgotten what was going to happen next.

Forgetfulness represents contempt, and contempt represents confidence.

After seeing the ten paintings, Mu Liansheng and the others' already high confidence became even stronger. Across the three major painting schools, the ten masters' works, even the three elders of Meiyuan would not dare to say that they could fight against ten. , not to mention a mere Lin Tianyang!

All eyes fell on Lin Tianyang.

Lin Tianyang, who had a relaxed face, now looked solemn, and he was muttering something in his mouth.

Seeing the expression on his face, the onlookers immediately let out a sigh: This kid seems to have been frightened out of his wits!
"Lin Tianyang, our painting has been completed, if you still have a little shame, you should surrender as soon as possible, we are not unreasonable people."

Mu Liansheng saw that he didn't speak or move for a long time, thinking that he had finally seen the strength of people like himself and had nothing to do, that's why he looked so flustered and arrogant.

The other painters also sneered again and again, as if they had won the competition, and waited with contempt for the flustered Lin Tianyang to make a fool of himself.

Everyone read it right, Lin Tianyang was indeed flustered at the moment, but it was not because of the pressure of these ten master paintings, but because of the notification sound from the Tiansheng illustrated book.

"A master-level painting has been detected, copying requires 37 points of thought power..."

"A master-level painting has been detected, copying requires 72 points of thought power..."

"A master-level painting has been detected, copying requires 51 points of thought power..."

"A master-level painting has been detected, copying requires 33 points of thought power..."

His gaze scanned the ten master paintings in the void one by one, and ten consecutive prompts appeared on the panel of the Tiansheng illustrated book. Lin Tianyang fell into a difficult situation when he looked at those numbers.

"Nimma, they are all master-level paintings. Can't the consumption of thought power be unified? How do I calculate this!"

Lin Tianyang wanted to cry but had no tears. He tried hard to add up the thought power consumed by each painting, but...it was too difficult!

All the calculations in the previous life were done by the computer, and Lin Tianyang was just an advertising designer. He only needed to count the salary he got. He had almost zero experience in calculations, and the Tiansheng Illustration Book was only a photo editor. Software, no built-in calculator at all...

The addition of ten consecutive two-digit numbers with different values ​​completely exposed his scumbag attributes, but it doesn’t count. Lin Tianyang feels that the addition of these ten paintings has exceeded the scope of the existing mental value , if you can't copy them all in one go, the effect of pretense will be greatly reduced...

"If you want to pretend to be aggressive, you have to pretend to be the biggest aggressive!"

For the shocking effect imagined in his heart, Lin Tianyang calculated in pain in front of hundreds of people...

Time passed bit by bit, Mu Liansheng and the others didn't know why, and the expressions on their faces became more and more complacent.

The hearts of the onlookers and the people in the Qingjiang Art Museum gradually sank as time went by, and their confidence in Lin Tianyang was gradually wiped away.

"Forget it!"

While everyone was looking down, Lin Tianyang finally completed the calculation by counting his fingers secretly. The ten master paintings would cost a total of 430 seven mental points to copy them all.

His current mental strength is 450 points, which is completely enough!
"Lin Tianyang, what are you waiting for?" Zhang Xuanhe lost patience at first, and said with contempt on his face: "I was so loud before, but now I pretend to be stupid after seeing the strength of the masters? What a shame for our painters!"

"Shameful?" Lin Tianyang raised his eyebrows and looked at him sympathetically: "Then let's see who is ashamed!"

Zhang Xuanhe was disgusted by his loving eyes, and said disgustedly: "You are still stubborn when you are about to die, okay, let me see what tricks you have!"

"Okay!" Lin Tianyang yelled, and looked at the many painters who were full of ridicule with sly eyes: "All of you open your eyes wide for me!"

Mu Liansheng and the others snorted in disdain, thinking he was putting on airs.

The people watching couldn't help but cheer up a little bit. Lin Tianyang changed his nervous appearance before, and his demeanor seemed to be full of confidence, which was very exciting.

Lu Huanyu and the others were also looking forward to it, waiting for a miracle to happen.

"Paper!"

Lin Tianyang raised his hand and drank softly, and the ten sheets of snow-white drawing paper immediately flew into the void like snowflakes, floating on top of the ten master paintings and unfolding in the wind.

"Asshole! Deliberately put the drawing paper on top of our paintings, does this mean to step on our heads!"

An old painter was so angry that his beard was trembling, and he saw through Lin Tianyang's little thoughts at a glance.

"Senior White, there is no need to get angry. This kid is only interested in putting on airs, but he forgot. How can he paint when the paper is empty?"

Zhang Xuanhe was self-righteous, and triumphantly described the next picture: "After he picks up the paintbrush, he will find that he can't paint at all, so he will obediently put down the drawing paper. At that time, he will not be the one who is ashamed?"

All the painters were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Wanting to show off the limelight but turning his face into disgrace, Lin Tianyang is shooting himself in the foot!
The people onlookers didn't think about this level, they just thought that Lin Tianyang's skill was very beautiful, and they applauded in unison: "Good!"

"Fathers, old folks, classmates and teachers, fellow art galleries... fellows, next is the moment to witness the miracle!"

Lin Tianyang held a Yuanling Pill in his mouth just in case, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he looked straight at Zhang Xuanhe: "Keep your eyes open for me, my Qingjiang Art Gallery deserves the reputation of the No. [-] Art Gallery !"

"copy!"

There was a long-lost feeling of taking time out of the sea of ​​consciousness, Lin Tianyang only felt his head shake, and immediately swallowed the Yunling Pill in his mouth.

His thought power disappeared out of thin air, but ink stains suddenly appeared on the ten floating sheets of drawing paper.

"Look! What is that!"

Mu Liansheng had been paying attention to the movement in the field, and suddenly saw ink stains appearing on ten pieces of drawing paper at the same time, and his eyes almost fell to the ground!

The other painters looked in the direction of his finger, and all of them turned pale instantly.

On the ten sheets of snow-white drawing paper, the ink traces squirm and spread as if there is wisdom, whether it is fast or slow, thick or light, the thick ink is bold and bold, swaying like gold and stone, and the light ink bridges and flowing water spread silently, light and meaningful, There seems to be infinite magic power between thick and light, which makes everyone lost their minds.

It seems that it is just a moment, and it seems like eternity, ten brand new paintings suddenly appear in the air.

High mountains and flowing water, jagged rocks, birds and insects singing together, flowers and animals juxtaposing each other, cold sword piercing the sky... Above the heads of the original ten master paintings, there is a brand new copy painting floating, no one can see the slightest difference.

All the painters seemed to have been emptied of their souls, staring blankly at Lin Tianyang's ten paintings with empty eyes, dumbfounded.

"Heaven-given painting skills...can a painting be done with one stroke?"

Mu Liansheng's face was ashen ashes, and he muttered obsessively, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his eyes: "No! This is the supreme supernatural power of the painter of the Creation Realm, and it can be painted with one thought!"

(End of this chapter)