They actually said that the seal of the "outside immortal" is so beautiful.

Brother Huanxi couldn't understand it after hearing it. Isn't the seal the more beautiful the carved, the better? Is it better if the seal is ugly?

Look at Chen Feng again. When he heard the evaluation of Qiao Yuanfan and Fan Yifeng, his expression was dull. He knew the meaning of the word "beautiful".

"The art of metal and stone pursues the delicate and charm of cleverness and cannot be lost, and pursues the crazy and weirdness of clumsy and cannot be lost. If there are many clever words in seal text, you should compare it with clumsy. If there are many clumsy words in text, you should compare it with clumsy." Fan Yifeng said slowly:

"But if a work is too beautiful, it loses both coincidence and clumsiness, without any spiritual energy or spiritual energy."

Only then did the people who listened to it understand what was going on.

Both Qiao Yuanfan and Fan Yifeng are very fair. They will never tell lies against their conscience just because Chen Feng is a descendant of their old friend.

Whoever has a better work is better.

And when they made completely opposite evaluations of the seals of both parties, everyone knew who won the competition.

Although he was far from Chen Zhishan's works that Qiao Yuanfan and Fan Yifeng said, the ability to defeat Chen Zhishan's descendants still made Tan Ruisun's mouth show a complacent smile.

The first period was broken like this.

The audience gave applause to Tan Ruisun.

When Chen Feng looked at his opponent accepting other people's compliments proudly, he looked dead.

When my father said that he lacked talent and could only act as a "craftsman" at best and could never become a master, to be honest, Chen Feng was very dissatisfied.

So he has been working hard for many years and he has put in more sweat than anyone else.

But now he finally believed his father's words, and in this industry, he needed talent.

What about the next time?

In the next round, it's Fan Baolu, who is the least confident among these people, will appear.

It's really not sure.

Lei Huanxi at least has a work of the Eight Dragon Picture, but no one knows Fan Baolu's works.

The impression he gave everyone was just a person who loved mahjong.

"Next, please invite Mr. Xia Muxuan and Mr. Fan Baolu."

When Director Guo said this, the inevitable showdown was finally coming.

Fan Baolu still looked lazy and seemed to care about this game at all.

Does anyone have confidence in him?

I'm afraid not.

"Sister Lian. Is Lao Fan sure?" Annie couldn't help asking.

"I don't know," Bi Jinlian answered like this as soon as she opened her mouth.

Annie was a little unwilling to accept it: "Then you have known him for so long, have you ever seen him write and draw?"

"No." Bi Jinlian had a bitter face: "Stop writing and painting, I have never seen his signature."

"Is it true?" Brother Huanxi touched his head: "He didn't sign his credit card when he used it?"

"The prerequisite is that he must have a credit card." Bi Jinlian said with a wry smile: "He is like a person who lived in the last century. The only thing he believes is cash and refuses to use all bank cards."

Well, this guy is a weird guy.

Let’s look at the two people standing there ready to show their skills, and they are also two completely opposite images.

Xia Muxuan was wearing a light-colored casual outfit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He stood there with a gentle and elegant look, and he looked like an art-making person.

What about Fan Baolu?

Fan Baolu is a guy with sloppy face, sloppy and messy head. You said he is a guarantee of art. There are eleven out of ten people who don’t believe it!

And their hands.

Xia Muxuan's hands were clean and his nails were obviously carefully repaired.

Let’s take a look at Fan Baolu’s.

This guy's hands are rough, his nails are like dogs, and there is dirt in his nails.

These hands?

Speechless.

Brother Huanxi and the others were heartbroken.

Fan Baolu must not be able to count on.

It's over, I'll lose two consecutive games this time.

The pen, ink, paper and ink are all ready.

Xia Muxuan stood there, calm and composed, and the posture of holding a pen was cool and natural.

What is Fan Baolu doing?

He actually brought a chair and sat down.

What are you doing?

Are elementary school students copying? Still sitting there?

When Xia Muxuan started writing, Fan Baolu

He fucked and closed his eyes!

Brother, are you here to sleep?

Xia Muxuan couldn't help but look at Fan Baolu, with a look of contempt on his face.

He wrote the four words "Charity without boundaries".

These four words are very relevant in the sense of this charity auction.

Fan Baolu still closed his eyes.

Brother, wake up, it’s dawn.

Brother Huanxi couldn't help but scream in his heart.

Time passed minute by minute.

Suddenly, Fan Baolu opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, his whole body seemed to have changed.

confidence!

He looks so confident!

He slowly stood up, slowly picked up the pen, and slowly filled the ink.

Aura?

Brother Huanxi suddenly thought of these two words.

If there is really aura in this world, then the aura that Fan Baolu emits at this moment is really too powerful.

Just like he is the only one here now!

This is Fan Baolu’s world!

A few words are filled with Fan Baolu in one stroke. There is no delay!

After writing these words, Fan Baolu was even too lazy to look at his words, and threw the pen around casually, and soon returned to his lazy and unquestioned appearance.

It was not until this time that Xia Muxuan finished writing the four words "Charity Without Borders".

Of course, the method does not matter how fast it is.

But Xia Muxuan felt a strong pressure for some reason.

Fan Baolu lazily walked to Xia Muxuan, took a lazy look at the four words "Charity without Boundary", and then said lazily:

"It's pretty good, but your achievements are only here!"

"What did you say?" Xia Muxuan was very unhappy.

"I said that your achievements will end here." Fan Baolu said with a smile: "This industry focuses on talent. 99% genius and 1% diligence. I am such a genius. And you, not!"

Huh?

What a big smell of gunpowder?

Fan Baolu seemed to have a lot of opinions about Xia Muxuan. He is not like this, no matter Brother Huanxi, Annie, or Bi Jinlian’s impression?

"I'm not a genius? Are you?" Xia Muxuan couldn't bear it anymore: "You said you are a genius, am I?"

He has been called a genius since he was a child, but today someone pointed at his nose and said that his talent was not good. How could he bear it if he was arrogant?

"Of course, that's what I said." Fan Baolu still smiled.

What exactly is Fan Baolu writing about, which makes him so confident?

When everyone saw the words written by Fan Baolu, everyone showed a laughing and crying expression on their faces.

What is he writing?

Fan Baolu also wrote four words.

These four words

These four words are actually very stupid

The king of mahjong!

He actually wrote these few words! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!