"Yeah!" Everyone nodded.

"You can draw fellow Taoists above the level of artistic conception to come out!"

A group of people quickly walked out of the team, and with a sweep of Qinshuang's spiritual sense, there were only 2,162 people. It seems that this spiritual monk really does not pay attention to spiritual paintings!

"I don't know how to determine the outcome of this competition. The only thing we have to do is to do our best to perform better than usual. Everyone draws a spiritual painting. We leave as representatives of this competition."

"good!"

Everyone responded loudly, they had no confidence at all just now. But when they heard the conversation between Qin Shuang and the senior brother opposite, Qin Shuang's words were possible, which aroused the fighting spirit in their hearts.

The young man opposite also walked out with his people at this time, and a woman next to him chuckled:

"The freshman senior sister is very charming. Just a few words make them full of fighting spirit!"

"Fighting will only be fighting spirit. Competing strength is irrelevant to fighting spirit. The stronger the fighting spirit, the greater the blow to them. After this game, their fighting spirit will collapse. I am afraid that even ten percent of the competition will not be able to produce 70% of the strength. We not only want to win this game, but also win cleanly and neatly. Let them see the style of the old student."

"With you, the master of spiritual painting, isn't it a joke to win them?"

"hehe……"

Both sides walked forward and stopped when both sides were fifty meters apart. The young man smiled and said:

"Let's start!"

"Okay!" Qinshuang nodded.

"After each of us draws a spiritual painting, we will sacrifice it to the middle of both of us. You can always draw it, as long as you don't admit defeat, it doesn't matter if you draw a hundred and a thousand." The senior brother said proudly.

Qinshuang nodded and stopped talking.

Both sides stood in a row, facing each other, fifty meters apart. Behind them, Lao Sheng and Xin Sheng were completely in two states.

While Lao Sheng looked, he chatted and laughed. However, Xinsheng's faces were full of tension.

Outside the gate of Tianziyuan, there was a lot of discussion.

"You said, does the freshman have hope of victory?"

"No! But it may not be possible to draw. The key is that I don't know how they will decide the winner."

"Yes! I don't say it clearly!"

Inside the light curtain.

The competition has begun. Every monk uses his Yuanli to hold up a scroll, and every monk is painting on the scroll at this time.

Qin Shuang was still drawing a crane. When she was halfway through the painting, someone on the opposite side had finished painting and sacrificed the scrolls to the air in the middle.

The level is not high, it's just about being interested.

However, when dozens of scrolls of intrigue were unfolded in the air, the artistic conception came towards the monks on Qinshuang's side, affecting the monks on Qinshuang's side. They had to divide some energy and keep their souls tightly. In this way, the paintings were even slower. Several monks were reluctant to enter the mind, and the spiritual paintings drawn at this time fell to a realistic state.

As time goes by, more and more old students are sacrificed, and there are paintings of the realm of returning to the truth. This has a greater impact and pressure on the new students, which will require more energy and slower painting speed.

Qin Shuang was not affected. Her state of mind was already strong, and now she is also a master of spiritual inscriptions. Guizhen and spiritual paintings of spiritual instinct cannot affect her at all. But she was drawing a spiritual painting in the spiritual inscription realm, and it took more time, just like the leading old student on the opposite side, who had not finished drawing it.

Finally, a new student finished painting the spiritual painting and sacrificed himself to the middle air. Then he was a little confused and didn't know how to compete for the victory or defeat.

More than a thousand scrolls have appeared in the sky, of which only nine of them are new. Under the suppression of Lao Sheng's scroll, they cannot have any influence on Lao Sheng at all.

"Is it because of who is more affected?"

The newborn is unknown.

As time goes by, the number of new students' sacrifices to the sky begins to increase. It gradually increases to more than 500, but the old students have already sacrificed 960.

At this moment, the leading senior brother among the old students put down his brush and looked up at Qinshuang. Qinshuang sensed the other party's gaze and looked up at the opposite side. The senior brother grinned his teeth and raised his hand to sacrifice the scroll into the air.

Qin Shuang's Fire Phoenix Yuanshen was still painting, Yang Shen controlled his body, looked up and saw the scroll slowly unfolding in the air, his eyes shrank.

"Spirituals! The Grandmaster's Realm!"

“Qu…”

A crow scream actually came out of the scroll, and then the fire crow in the scroll flew out of the scroll, hovering in the air, and the energy of heaven and earth gathered towards the fire crow.

"Soul!"

"The Grandmaster's Realm!"

Outside Tianziyuan, all the monks were sensational, and even Xu Mo and the half-step immortal king were slightly moved. It was because there were too few masters of the Painting Taoist Painting.

"call……"

In the light curtain, flames rose on the body of the fire crow, flying towards the hundreds of paintings that were sacrificed to the sky. The scrolls burned and soon turned into ashes and drifted with the wind.

"The winner has been decided!" outside Tianziyuan, Ren Pingsheng in the restaurant window said in a voice.

"Yes!" Xu Luoxue said with a glimpse of her eyes: "No wonder Lao Sheng is so confident. It turns out that someone has become the master of painting! There are so many heroes coming out now. It seems that it is really a great era!"

Ren Pingsheng said with a serious expression: "Yes, the devil's way is prosperous, how can the human race be weak?"

Xu Luoxue's eyes were bright: "The great era! Our blessing!"

"Qin Shuang is going to lose this time!" Ren Gaolin said with a smile.

Xu Mo also smiled and nodded, "It's good to lose, so as not to be proud. But this will bring a big blow to the new student, and there is probably no chance of winning the next few items."

"They didn't have a chance to win! Brother Xu, do you really have expectations for the freshmen?"

"This time, the stars are so dazzling!"

"My little sister is going to lose!" Li Xian's face was displeased.

"Don't ask too much about my younger sister!" Ji Mou said.

"Yes!" Li Xian smiled and said, "I fucked it."

In the crowd, Xu Kaiyun looked unhappy: "It's so despicable, the old man actually created a master!"

"Defeated!"

Looking at the fire crow in the sky, burning all the spiritual paintings he drew, the newborns suddenly looked depressed. Even the monks who had not finished paintings stopped one after another.

What's the benefit of painting?

It was burned when sacrificed!

No wonder the old man said that he knew the outcome and the outcome at that time, and he could see it clearly at a glance!

At this time, more than two thousand freshmen were left, Qin Shuang, and the rest of the freshmen were still looking at the fire crow flying in the air. The morale was rapidly declining, and even the monks who did not participate in the competition were also declining.

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Thank you very much to Liao Mubai (1000), looking forward to snow on rainy nights (500), Purple Saint (100), Seaphay (100), Clouds flying fairy (100), and studying hard (100) for rewards!

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Chapter completed!