"Go away, that guy is too sensitive!"

Lu Shuangyang pulled Qin Yunfei and quickly moved away from the sword master. Although he was not discovered by the sword master this time, he could not ensure that he would not be discovered next time.

"Don't you just ignore him?" Qin Yunfei asked.

Lu Shuangyang said: "Don't worry about him for now, because there are some thieves nearby..."

Lu Shuangyang felt the fluctuations of the five familiar thieves again, and they were also hiding in this crowd of people. But Lu Shuangyang was sure that there must be more than so few people sent by the thieves this time, but Lu Shuangyang had never seen others.

"Let's watch the changes first. After all, the conference is underway, and these guys dare not take action rashly."

Since Lu Shuangyang said that, Qin Yunfei naturally had no objection.

...

In the judges' seat, Hua Zhu glanced around, but he was not concerned about the contestants on the stage, but the audience under the stage, because Hua Zhu also knew that the thief would definitely hide among the audience.

"Finally found!"

Soon, Huazhu found the figure he was looking for in the audience... The Master of the Knife! Although Huazhu had never seen the Master of the Knife before, Huazhu was sent by the official, so there was no problem to mobilize the official intelligence network. He asked someone to collect the appearance information of the various masters of the Tianji Organization. The only one who is more complete and can produce a complete portrait was the Master of the Knife who showed more faces... And at this time, the person Huazhu saw was exactly the same as the person in the portrait.

The master of the sword hall also noticed Hua Zhu in the judges' seat looking at him, and he also looked at Hua Zhu, showing a hint of sneer.

The master of the sword world is not stupid. It is obvious that the official official has only invested in the Huaxian Competition and did not deliberately let anyone be a judge. This time, the Prince of Huazhu suddenly came here, so I don’t have to think about it and know that it must be here to investigate their thief.

But what if the official sends people? Because the official does not want to make things worse, he cannot send a first-class strong man, so he can only find reasons to send a prince to deal with it. He is just a prince, and with his strength, he is not afraid of a prince.

After seeing the Master of the Knife, Hua Zhu also stirred up a wave of trouble in his heart. Just looking at each other, the Master of the Knife has given him such a high pressure. It is conceivable how terrible the Master of the Knife is.

Although Hua Zhu really wanted to rush down to deal with the sword master immediately, he is now one of the judges of the competition, and many people looked at him. The above explained before that this matter should not be too ostentatious. If you can solve it in a low-key manner, try to solve it as low-key as possible.

"I'm just watching here to see what tricks you can do!"

...

On the stage, Chen Feifan picked up his brush and wrote straight, and quickly completed a painting, but after watching the painting for a while, he grabbed the painting, then kneaded it into a ball and threw it aside.

Although he was not interested in winning or losing, he still had certain requirements for his paintings. Although the painting just now was pretty good overall, it still had great shortcomings, so Chen Feifan decided to draw another one.

Although he had already picked up the brush early on, it had been a while since he had only had a few strokes on his drawing paper.

Ren Qiu's painting skills are absolutely fine. After all, he was the champion of the last Immortal Painting Competition, and his strength has been officially certified.

However, Ren Qiu also has very strict requirements for his paintings.

Unlike Chen Feifan who decided to repaint after seeing inappropriate painting, Ren Qiu was very strict with every stroke of his painting, so it took him a certain amount of time to draw each stroke. However, this was just a long time when the painting just started. As the painting gradually took shape, his painting speed would get faster and faster.

"What should I draw?" Ren Qiu was very confused about this. At that time, he painted as he wanted, and painted whatever he wanted, but now the title of painting immortal was pressing on him, and everything he painted would be valued by people, so he could no longer draw whatever he wanted like before.

"Finish!"

Just when Ren Qiu and Chen Feifan were not making any progress due to their own self-requirements, the first contestant had already completed the painting and presented it to the judges.

When the man picked up the painting and was about to send it to him, Lu Shuangyang saw his painting from afar. It was a picture of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix. The colors and patterns were very good. Although it was the first one to complete, the painting was very good.

"It is worthy of being the Painting Immortal Competition, and all the contestants' level is not just a casual talk." Lu Shuangyang couldn't help but sigh.

Since there is the first one to hand over the painting, there will be a second one and a third one soon... More and more contestants hand over their works. When the judges saw the paintings they handed over, they also looked different, with surprises and surprises...

Some contestants have completed several paintings so far, but are confused about which painting to hand over in the end.

And some people have not even made any moves so far...

Chen Feifan picked up a finished painting and kneaded it into a ball and threw it away.

"What should I draw!"

Chen Feifan destroyed three paintings in a row. Each one looked good, but he still almost did.

"What's the point? What should I draw?" Chen Feifan raised his head and looked around.

"Hehe, why not draw a live picture?" Chen Feifan instantly thought of what his paintings were missing...the sense of reality.

The paintings that he just destroyed were all like two dragons playing with pearls, birds paying homage to phoenixes, and all the portraits he had never seen with his own eyes. They only learned from the storytellers and storytellers. Because he had never seen them with his own eyes, he felt that he had a lack of realism when he painted them.

So the reason why I draw a live picture is because I am in such a scene and now I am witnessing all this with my own eyes. How can I lack the sense of reality?

Since he had figured it out, Chen Feifan picked up the brush, then glanced around, fixing this moment in his mind.

"Okay!" Chen Feifan smiled slightly, and then began to write straight.

When Lu Shuangyang saw Chen Feifan's straight writing, he knew that he was already making the final sprint.

On the other hand, Ren Qiu had no expression on his face and thought for a while before drawing a stroke, and he could barely see a sketch on his drawing paper.

Although it was just a sketch, it was probably obvious what he was painting. If Lu Shuangyang saw this painting at this time, he would immediately understand, because what he drew in this painting was the room he used to practice painting after he came to the Spring Equinox City.

Ren Qiu was forced to practice painting in that room every day by his mother. Ren Qiu had already deeply imprinted his mind about the appearance of that room.

“It’s been more than half the time has passed

Now.”

Chunyan's loud voice sounded.

Perhaps time passes slowly for the audience, but time seems to pass a little faster for the contestants.

"No! So fast? Not even half of it has been drawn!"

"We must speed up! Otherwise we won't be able to catch up!"

Those who have not finished the painting are nervous. Those who have handed over the painting are not at ease. They return to the table where they paint and look at the people nearby who have not finished the painting, want to see how their paintings are and whether they have a chance of winning compared to their own.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the long incense pillar was about to burn to the end.

On the stage, there were only two people who had not finished the painting, one was Chen Feifan and the other was Ren Qiu. But people focused their attention on Ren Qiu.

But this is normal. After all, Chen Feifan has a new face and everyone doesn't know him, so even if he can't finish the painting in the end, it doesn't matter to everyone.

But Ren Qiu is different. He is a famous painting immortal. He has many fans. If he cannot complete it in the end, I am afraid that nearly half of the people present here will be unhappy!

"Bang!"

The two of them put down their brushes at the same time, and the next moment, the incense on the incense burner burned out.

"Time is up, please give your paintings to the judges."

Both of them were relieved, but fortunately they caught up at the last moment. They put their paintings in front of the judges and then returned to their table.

"Please wait patiently for all contestants and audiences. The judges will now put away the paintings and go to the backstage to score them."

So the paintings were installed in several space bracelets and brought to the backstage.

"This should be a good opportunity to take action!"

Lu Shuangyang stared at the five familiar thieves, because on the way to the backstage, it was a good opportunity for them to take action.

However, what surprised Lu Shuangyang was that these thieves were staying obediently and had no intention of taking action. The master of the sword hall also underestimated the paintings being sent to the backstage.

"What's going on? Why do I have an ominous premonition." It should be a good thing that nothing happened, but it is strange that nothing happened. This made Lu Shuangyang feel that he had ignored something!

...

"Not good!"

The judges in the backstage were also panicked because unexpected situations occurred.

Originally, those paintings were fine when they were loaded into the space bracelet, but after taking them all in the background and taking them out, there were nearly a quarter of the paintings, and the juice actually spread out.

"What's going on?" One of the judges was shocked. It was the third time he was a judge in the Painting Fairy Competition, and it was the first time he encountered such a situation.

Hua Zhu looked solemn: "It seems that someone tampered with ink. When did you get the ink used in today's competition?"

"It was last night," Chunyan also walked in. "The paint and ink used in every fairy competition are outsourced, and they are delivered the night before the competition after inspection."
Chapter completed!