I'm not the underworld

Chapter 429 The finishing touch
"I agree with the first half of your sentence, as for the second half..."

"Tch!" Chen Yifan laughed.

"I've never seen such a brazen person! Today is a good day!" Chen Yifan clapped his hands.

"You said this painting was drawn by you? Good! Dare to make another one with me on the spot?"

"You are making trouble out of no reason! These paintings are all made when the inspiration is rushing, where can you just paint?" Fan Kongming argued with a frown.

The rest of the people also nodded one after another, making sense, making sense!

How can a good painting be painted as it is said to be painted?
The loud dispute here attracted reporters who reported on the art exhibition and other visitors in the exhibition hall to gather around to watch the excitement.

"You can't?" Chen Yifan frowned and asked with a smile.

Fan Kongming frowned, didn't understand what he meant, and dared not answer rashly.

Chen Yifan reached into his large pocket, and took out a pen and paper from the storage ring under the cover of the pocket.

Because some time ago, he often had to silently exchange exercises from various sects in Qingcheng Mountain, so he brought a lot of paper and pens with him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Yifan sat cross-legged holding a piece of 4A paper and a gel pen, placed the paper on the floor in front of him, bent over and swiped the pen.

His painting skills are not high, and if he wants to talk about learning, he can only barely say that he learned it in an elementary school interest class.

That kind of after-school interest class was organized by the school and was free, but unfortunately it was canceled later.

In terms of painting skills, it is no different from never learning.

But he is not handicapped, especially after getting the system, various attributes of his body have soared, and his coordination has also improved accordingly.

Because of his cultivation, he skipped the stage of "skill" and directly integrated the artistic conception into it. If it weren't for the poor skills, the paintings would not be too bad.

Seeing Chen Yifan's actions, Fan Kongming panicked, but he quickly comforted himself that a mere student cannot be the real author of this painting, and he cannot be overwhelmed by his momentum.

The other onlookers couldn't help but burst into an uproar when they saw this, and couldn't help but feel a little shaken in their hearts.

The scene became strangely quiet, only the sound of Chen Yifan's writing was left.

At first, they just wanted to see how far Chen Yifan could go, and when would he give up?

So I chose to watch Chen Yifan draw.

But no one believed it, Chen Yifan was really proving it.

At most, it is nothing more than imitation. A middle school student, how can he understand the artistic conception in this painting, and when the time comes, the painting will be in vain, but it will add another laughing stock to this painting exhibition.

But gradually, they discovered that the contents of Chen Yifan's paintings were different from those in the exhibition.

Someone wanted to remind Chen Yifan, and felt that there was no need for him to continue painting, but he was just a libertine who wanted to "be famous" in an alternative way at the art exhibition.

But he was shocked to find that he couldn't open his mouth or move.

As if a heavy pressure fell on them, watching the painting gradually taking shape under Chen Yifan's pen, everyone felt a suffocating feeling of being strangled by the throat.

Unfortunately, they couldn't move their eyes either.

As half of the painting took shape, the picture of hell came to life. Everyone who looked at the painting felt that the evil spirit had already pounced on them, pulling themselves into the painting...to hell.

They wanted to scream, but their throats seemed to be blocked by something and they couldn't make any sound.

Some people have visions in their minds, that is the scene of them falling into hell, and someone is chattering about their crimes in their ears.

They wanted to get rid of this annoying voice, and wanted to scold the man so that he would not speak!

But it couldn't be done, the voice seemed to come from hell, and it also seemed to come from his own mind.

Whether it was the businessmen, rich men, and dignitaries who followed the public to despise Chen Yifan, or the painters and scholars who came to watch from the perspective of art, they had forgotten their original intentions and were completely brought into Chen Yifan's paintings.

Only Ao Lingyuan, she didn't look at any paintings from the beginning, but looked at the painters.

At this time, Chen Yifan was very focused, maybe he always was like this, since he was determined to do something, no matter whether it was easy or difficult for him, he would go all out to do it.

Ao Lingyuan was a little dazed watching, and a feeling of absurdity rose in her heart.

The one sitting on the ground is not the emperor who is the lord of the world, not his fiancé, but just a crazy painter who is obsessed with skills.

The sudden throbbing in her heart made Ao Lingyuan wake up suddenly, and hurriedly withdrew her gaze.

The mood is complicated, she can't fall in love with other people, otherwise it will be more painful, right?
This kind of thought made her shake her head even more, feeling absurd.

No one else, the emperor is him, the painter is also him.

However, as far as the Three Realms are concerned, there can only be one real role for him, and that is... a role she can't even fall in love with.

Ao Lingyuan couldn't sort out the thoughts in her mind for a while, looked around, only feeling confused, and subconsciously withdrew from the crowd, wanting to find a quiet place first.

Chen Yifan finished the painting quickly, and signed his name at the bottom of the painting: Chen Yifan!
After thinking about it, I wrote the title on the top of the painting: Tuo Shan Tu.

He is better at calligraphy than painting.

After Chen Yifan finished painting, everyone woke up from all kinds of illusions.

The artistic conception is so strong that it has surpassed many ancient masters!

That's no nonsense?They are just ordinary people, and Chen Yifan is Emperor Fengdu!

Fan Kongming's first reaction when he came back to his senses was to rush towards the painting in Chen Yifan's hand.

There was only one thought in his mind, he couldn't let the organizer compare this painting with his "Hundred Ghosts of Hell", otherwise...he would be ruined!

Regardless of everything, he must tear up this painting, tear up this painting!
"Oh, it's the last stroke!" Chen Yifan smiled: "Since you like this painting so much, I'll give it to you!"

Chen Yifan threw the painting up, and Fan Kongming was overjoyed in his eyes, jumping up and grabbing the painting.

Just when his fingertips were only 0.01 inches away from the drawing paper, his body suddenly fell to the ground.

died!

His soul was sucked into the painting, and he could be accompanied by the painting he envied every day.

But everyone didn't realize it at this time, and their eyes were all on the painting.

As the painting fell to the ground and flattened, everyone seemed to have fallen into a suffocating illusion again.

Chen Yifan raised his foot to block most of the painting, and everyone came to their senses. A half-century old man in the crowd took off his brand new suit as quickly as possible, and covered it on the painting.

"A divine painting! This is a divine painting!" the old man said excitedly.

There is no one left to figure out the poor craftsmanship of this painting.

"Huh? Where's my wife?" Chen Yifan also discovered a problem at this time, a big problem!

Why is my wife gone?

"Xiao Yuan!" Chen Yifan pushed away the crowd, squeezed out of the crowd, and turned his head around in a panic.

In this short second, tens of thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.

Why is Yuan'er gone?

Impossible, she is a dragon girl, so she can't be tied up quietly.

Could it be that she left by herself?
Angry over the same bad date today?

I shouldn't have done this, painting is too time-consuming, how about beating up the guy who stole the painting?
(End of this chapter)