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"You see, I'll just say that Miss Zhao Yan is very good at drawing.

"The stick is painted with an apple, and the painting is okay.

"Because it's only half an hour, it's better to draw something simple. Of course, if the strength is strong, I didn't say it.

"Although Miss Zhao Yan has not finished painting the lake, the two mandarin ducks have already been drawn, and they are quite charming. It's not easy to be able to draw like this in half an hour. In this round, she is undoubtedly the MVP.

"The strength of Zhao Yan of your Xia Kingdom is good, but compared to the David of our Mei Kingdom, there is still a big gap. The

words of the audience in the rice country made the audience in the live broadcast room in Xia Guo silent.

Because this is a fact, it is impossible to refute it.

David was indeed very strong, and in just half an hour, he drew a western dragon with wings.

Although there are many details that have not been taken care of, it is because of time constraints.

A lot of people don't necessarily get to his level for hours.

Maybe only Liu Yun, who won last time, can do it.

"Brother Liu Yun didn't participate this time, if he participated, he would definitely be able to beat David. Some netizens were very unwilling and sent out such a barrage.

Netizens from other countries laughed immediately when they saw it.

"Laughing to death, isn't Liu Yun already over thirty years old, this is a competition between young talents, and he doesn't count it anymore. "

That's it, Xia Guoyan just wants to save face, according to what they say, if Qi Shi comes, won't he be able to beat China even more." "

Qi Shi, I, Van Gogh, was the first to disagree.

"I, Picasso, were equally unconvinced. "

I, Leonardo da Vinci, asked to play. ~

The barrage in the live broadcast room has been crooked, and it has become a large inventory of deceased celebrities.

At the end of this round of scoring, Zhao Yan received the highest score.

Unfortunately, her score still failed to surpass David.

At present, David's score is in first place, far ahead, and he is unbeatable.

After getting off the stage, Zhao Yan sat next to Ling Ge and was a little depressed.

"Don't be depressed, you're already doing well at your age. That David is almost thirty, more than ten years older than you, and according to your talent, you will be able to surpass him in a few years.

Ling Ge comforted.

Zhao Yan was in a much better mood and nodded. "He is indeed very strong, but my Xiao Zhao is not bad. Next,

the two continued to watch this art world exchange.

The third round soon began again.

In this round, a boy sitting next to Ling Ge came on the field.

And he actually learned ink painting, which is extremely rare today.

He painted a few pieces of bamboo, the appearance and appearance are there, but it lacks a bit of bamboo charm and agility.

"I didn't expect that there are still young people learning ink painting, it's really rare.

"I think about how alive Qishi's shrimp used to be.

"It's just a pity that ink painting has gradually declined. A

group of Xia people in the live broadcast room sighed.

I regret the decline of Chinese painting in the Xia Kingdom.

This round of scoring is over, and the highest score is drawn by this ink.

But his score is still a little worse than Zhao Yandu.

The moderator took the stage again.

"There's a final round next, are there any friends on stage?"

the host asked.

If there is no one, this is the end of the exchange.

The barrage in the live broadcast room floated over again~

"It should be, it's over like this."

"No one will be able to surpass David. Thirty minutes can complete the painting so well, this strength is comparable to the old batch of painters. "

Damn, damn the rice country, it actually robbed me of the qualification to host the stick country.

"David is indeed very good at painting, and no one under the age of thirty can defeat him.

"Haha, I envy you to death, and I still want to hold an exhibition, are you worthy? No, you don't deserve it, only my rice country is worthy."

"Roll you up. "

......

On stage, after the host finished speaking, no one came on stage for a while.

"Nobody came up, if not, then the conference is over. The moderator continued.

David in the audience was a little proud at the moment.

He knew that he was the strongest of the younger generation.

In the second and third rounds, the masters were already on stage, and those masters were defeated by him.

Where do the rest of the people dare to come to power

? What is strength?

This is strength.

One person shocked the young talents of the world and pressed them so that they couldn't raise their heads.

He David, properly is the next Van Gogh.

......

Under the stage.

"Brother, lend me your brushes, ink pads, etc. Ling Ge said to the boy beside him.

Zhang Heng was slightly stunned.

"Are you going on stage?"

Ling Ge nodded.

Zhang Heng hesitated a little: "But I learned ink painting, do you also use brushes and ink to paint?"

Ling Ge nodded: "That's right, I forgot to bring tools when I went out today."

Zhang Heng: "......",

as a painter, would even forget to bring the guy who was eating.

He had never seen such a "talent" before.

Originally, he didn't want to borrow it.

You know, painters, but painting tools are regarded as a second life.

But for the

sake of both this guy and him learning ink painting, I reluctantly lent it to this guy.

So Zhang Heng reluctantly lent the tools to Ling Ge.

Zhao Yan on the side patted him on the shoulder. "Brother, what are you borrowing tools for? Aren't you singing?"

"This is a professional-level stage, and the ones sitting in the front row are all internationally famous. Don't think it's a little game on stage.

A hint of playfulness rose in Ling Ge's eyes.

"It's okay, I liked to scribble in books when I was a child, and I have experience.

Zhao Yan: "......"

This is not a graffiti.

Before, there were a lot of people, you went up to make up the number, but now no one has gone up, you go up, in case you are alone, just ask you if you are embarrassed or not?

Zhao Yan still wanted to continue to dissuade, but Ling Ge gave her a "you can rest assured" look.

Rest assured, she is assured of a hammer.

If this guy hadn't picked her up before, she wouldn't have cared.

In fact, Ling Ge wanted to say that he was also very helpless.

This is the task of the system, how dare he, a worker, go against the evil capitalists.

[Host, please stop complaining, this system is all for the good of the host.] This painting skill exchange is broadcast live all over the world, which is to provide an opportunity for the host to show his face in the world. Ling

Ge's pure eyes lit up.

The whole world shows its face, isn't that countless small prestige points.

After thinking about it, he thought it was a pretty good job.

Ling Ge was suddenly in a good mood.

Ling Ge felt that he was like that, don't talk to him about ideals, draw big pies. I just want to make money...... Oh no, just want to earn prestige.

The host on the stage continued to speak.

"If there is no one, then I will declare the best painter this time. "

Wait. When

the host was about to announce the winner of this year's session as David, a voice suddenly sounded.

It was a male voice.

The sound is magnetic, and there is an inexplicable warmth that gives people a feeling like a spring breeze.

The sound was not loud, but it was clear to everyone's ears.

The crowd looked in the direction where the sound was coming from.

I saw a boy wearing a mask standing up in a certain position.

He is tall and has a dusty temperament.

He slowly took off his mask to reveal a face that amazed everyone.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

"Hiss~"

There was a gasp sound from the crowd.

The camera of the live broadcast also switched to this boy at this time.

The barrage in the live broadcast room disappeared in an instant, and everyone fell silent.

After a few moments, the barrage exploded.

"Damn, where did this little brother come from, this is too good-looking.

""Even buy Ka, buy him~

" "The screen has been screenshotted, I want to lick the screen every day......

" "Such a good-looking person must be my little brother in the plastic surgery country."

"The rough of the plastic surgery country, why are you everywhere. This is my little brother in the Great Xia Kingdom. "

Isn't this the little brother who sang at the graduation party of Modu University, how did he get here?"

"Is he here to be a guest performer, to sing?"

"No, you see him holding a sketchpad and other painting tools. "

No, he's here to

paint?" "Does he still paint?"

......

For a moment, everyone was shocked.

Especially those who have seen Ling Ge on Douyin's hot videos and know that Ling Ge is a student of the civil engineering department of Modu University.

It's just that a civil engineering person can sing, but can he still draw?

It's not scientific.

In the eyes of everyone, Ling Ge put the mask he had taken off into his pocket, took the loaded sketchpad and other tools, left his seat and walked straight to the stage.

The host on the stage was stunned, and then quickly reacted.

"Is there anyone else?" the

host asked, and there was silence.

No one went up.

If they didn't dare to go on stage because they didn't think they could win David at all, then now it's because they feel that they don't deserve to stand with Ling Ge.

On this stage, it is enough to have this peerless boy.

He was the brightest star in the night sky.

No one came to power.

This round is a performance that belongs to Ling Ge alone.

It's his one-man performance.

After the host shouted to start, Ling Ge moved.

He poured the ink into the cap of the bottle, then picked it up and splashed it gracefully and gracefully onto the drawing board.

The white paper on the artboard was instantly splashed with ink and a sinuous curve.

Everyone was stunned.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were also stunned.

"Little brother, what

are you doing?" "Why are you splashing ink on paper?" "Aren't you painting, why are

you splashing ink?"

and those foreign "friends" sprayed directly.

"Hahaha, laugh to death, hasn't Xia Guo always prided itself on being a big country, how could he send such a tease.

"The person is very good-looking, but unfortunately he is a brain-dead.

"Splash ink on the paper, you think it's going to be a painting." "

Stupid,"

"This person is just as funny as Xia Guo...... "

The voices of the outside world are different.

Ling Ge didn't know what these people were thinking.

The next moment, he picked up the brush.

The gesture of holding the pen is extremely standard, like a master who has held a brush for decades.

Then, his pen moved on the rice paper.

"Brush ~"

is waved out.

"Brush~"

is another chic stroke.

Then he moved faster and faster.

The speed is so fast that everyone can't see the movement of his brush, because his pen is like a dragon and a phoenix, like a frightening dragon.

So fast that only phantoms were left behind.

The crowd couldn't understand it.

Only on the judges' bench, an old man with gray hair saw some clues.

He looked at the figure on the stage with fascination.

The hands covered with old age spots kept trembling, and my heart was extremely shocked.

His lips trembled slightly, and he exclaimed, "This is a splash of ink into a painting."

"The way he swings his brush is like the top technique of ink painting that only exists in legends. "