Zhang Xuansheng's actions touched people's minds, and some people felt confused.

Didn’t I just say I didn’t understand much, but now I’m talking about giving a painting, what does it mean?

Meng Tianxiang also didn't understand what was going on. The other party neither answered her questions nor admitted that she was not very good at paintings.

Zhan Liantian exchanged glances with Meng Tianxiang, and both shook their heads invisibly.

Jiang Fengshui looked at Zhang Xuansheng with interest. She had seen Fairy Xuanyue's literary talent before, and was even more interested in her handsome brother, wanting to see what the other party was going to draw.

"Brother Zhang, use my pen."

Shu Tianyang diligently handed over a pen. It was made by the best Immortal Wolf King. It was a magic pen that was priceless but not worth it. It was also obtained through family relations.

What? You said that it is very expensive to sell your own hair to others for pens?

That's because you don't know how huge cultivation resources that the immortal king has gathered with this...

However, Zhang Xuansheng shook his head with a smile, his fingers moved slightly, and a Hongmeng Taoist pen appeared in his hand.

"Hiss--It's Hongmeng purple Qi again, how wasteful are these brothers and sisters?"

"I heard that Fairy Xuanyue used Hongmeng purple aura as a pen, but I thought it was a rumor. Now, when I see it, what I say is true."

"I'm afraid it's not the same pen, it's just two people using each other."

"Stop being sour, this is obviously condensed with the power of Tao. It may not be like a pen before. This only means that they carry Hongmeng purple aura, and brothers and sisters probably have it."

"It's really a waste of resources. Such magical objects are not absorbed and refined, and they are actually used as pens."

"The paintings drawn with this stroke alone have great value in themselves, and there may be remnants of the purple air of Hongmeng."

“…”

People in the exhibition hall expressed shock, and their eyes were very sour at Zhang Xuansheng's behavior of using Hongmeng purple Qi as a Taoist pen.

Shu Tianyang also embarrassedly took his pen back. Regardless of the preciousness, Hongmeng Ziqi made the pen, and his pen was obviously much higher than his.

Zhang Xuansheng was also a little strange. He felt that things like Hongmeng purple qi were not precious because he had a lot of them.

Before he came to the True Spirit Realm, he thought that there were everywhere in the Great Realm.

When he just woke up and saw Lan Hua, the veil on the other party was also made of Hongmeng purple air. He thought it was indeed very common.

Little did they know that Lan Hua's behavior was already a huge waste.

However, he is the Immortal Emperor, and no one can say anything if he talks a little bit of a show. Moreover, when he reaches that level, the Hongmeng purple Qi does not have much effect on it.

Zhang Xuansheng is a full man who doesn’t know that the hungry man is hungry. Hongmeng purple qi is a snack for feeding Qiuqi. He asked him to use purple qi as ink and sprinkle it at will without any feeling.

But if you want to paint, you still need to have a color layout, not all purple.

His eyes swept through the ink pond. The colorful ink used here was ground from special immortal materials. Combined with the magic power of the monks and their understanding of the great way, he could make spiritual paintings.

"Why didn't Mr. Zhang write yet? Didn't he think about what painting to do?"

Jiang Fengshui asked, this was not a urging, but just a simple curiosity. She felt that since Fairy Xuanyue had that level of cultivation, her brother would never be bad. Besides, she was so handsome, she was definitely a good match!

"It's just the first time I've painted so formally, I'm a little uncomfortable."
Chapter completed!