Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Chapter 65 The storm is coming

"The road to immortality is long. As long as you live long, you can learn other skills."

"No need to rush."

Jiang Qiong gathered her thoughts and continued to stare at Cai Ruifeng and the young painter from the Chen family.

These two people are both talented spiritual painters. They receive support from the family's resources on weekdays, and each masters many wonderful techniques.

No one is convinced at this time.

They all concentrated on painting the spiritual paintings with skillful techniques.

As time goes by.

Jiang Qiong watched as Cai Ruifeng and the Chen family painters painted a real natural scene on the scroll.

The breeze gently blows the spiritual rice in the spiritual field, and the spring rain falls in the air. The bright flower buds bloom, and the green seeds sprout and grow vigorously, showing full of vitality.

When a vague spiritual planter was depicted in the painting, the movement of his hands pinching the magic was like the finishing touch, and the whole painting seemed to come alive.

"The effect is amazing. Just by looking at the spiritual paintings, it seems that you can directly master the 'Qingfeng Chunyu Technique'."

The more Jiang Qiong watched, the more immersed she became. She watched it for three days, feeling as if she had blinked.

The rest of the casual cultivators were like this, staring at the spiritual painting, wishing they could put their eyes on it.

Until Cai Ruifeng put down the last stroke, the "aura" in the painting was gone, and everyone looked away reluctantly.

"A first-class mid-grade Qingfeng Chunyu painting."

Although Jiang Qiong's attainments in spiritual painting are shallow, he still has a basic eye.

He circulated some spiritual energy into his eyes, and detected the intertwined lines in the spiritual painting. The scene in the painting was lifelike, and he could roughly judge its grade.

As Cai Ruifeng finished the painting earlier.

He deliberately walked past the young painter of the Chen family, snorted coldly, and walked to several Qin family monks holding the spirit stone, closing his eyes to rest and adjust his state.

The young painter of the Chen family looked ugly when he saw this scene, but he still painted slowly and patiently.

In the end, it took half an hour longer to draw the exact same picture of clear breeze and spring rain, and the grade was also first-level mid-grade.

However, compared to Cai Ruifeng's spiritual paintings, Chen's paintings of gentle breeze and spring rain have fewer lines, slightly shallower textures, and less spiritual charm.

This result was obviously difficult for the young painter of the Chen family to accept. Before he painted the scene, he was very confident and felt that he was sure of victory.

I never thought I would lose.

But the final result was unexpected.

"That's all."

Cai Ruifeng took a look at Chen's painter's painting of gentle breeze and spring rain, and said sarcastically:

"I remember you said that in the early years there was a famous spiritual painter in the Taling Desert who was good at painting pictures of clear wind and spring rain."

"Forgot the last part, just repeat it again."

The painter of the Chen family clenched his fists and his face became increasingly ugly. He ignored Cai Ruifeng's sarcasm, turned around and walked aside, holding the spirit stone to adjust his condition.

"The first spiritual painting, Fu Hua Shulou won, the painting is worth twenty-four spiritual stones."

"The shops in Sanshan were destroyed, and the paintings were worth twenty-one spiritual stones."

Jiang Qiong stood on the third floor, watching the two stewards of the Yuling Sect take out their magic weapons to evaluate the grade of the spiritual paintings, and finally judged the Qin family to win.

This sentence falls.

Most of the casual cultivators present were surprised. They had seen the young painter from the Chen family confident.

They all felt that the young painter from the Chen family would easily win the competition between Qingfeng Chunyu Tu.

After all, more than ten days ago, the two spiritual talisman masters of the Chen family easily defeated Kong Shou and the spiritual talisman shopkeeper of the Talisman Painting Library.

Logically speaking, the spiritual painter sent out cannot be bad, and he is so confident that on the surface it seems that he has a high chance of winning.

But I never thought that Cai Ruifeng of the Qin family would win, which could not help but arouse heated discussion among the casual cultivators.

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"This spiritual painter from the Qin family is really good. His painting of 'Cool Breeze and Spring Rain' made me want to buy it on the spot."

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"It's pretty good. No wonder he can become the spiritual painter of the Fuhua Bookstore at such a young age. It's really enviable."

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"Such a gifted person, given time, will probably be able to easily reach the late stage of the Qi Training Realm, and the Qin family will be blessed with a first-class spiritual painter."

"In my opinion, Fuhua Bookstore will definitely win the first half of the second game."

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These words fell into Chen Songtao's ears.

This made him very unhappy.

"Oh, I still want to practice to the late stage of Qi training, but I'm afraid he won't have that life!"

Chen Songtao looked at Cai Ruifeng with sinister eyes, a cold murderous intent flashing through his eyes.

Cai Ruifeng became more conspicuous.

Chen Songtao felt more and more unhappy, like a lump in his throat. Thinking of Cai Ruifeng's great talent, he had despised and scolded him.

Chen Songtao wanted to kill him quickly.

"Let me allow you to jump around a little longer!"

"Wait a minute, there will be some good fruit to eat!"

His spiritual consciousness scanned the transmission notes in the storage bag.

Chen Songtao's eyes flashed with a cold look on his face.

It was at this time that the direct line of the Chen family secretly transmitted the message.

The two stewards of the Yuling Sect took advantage of the two spiritual painters to rest and placed some spiritual materials on the sandalwood table again.

Jiang Qiong saw this scene.

His gaze just now had been fixed on the spiritual painting on the sandalwood table.

At this time, he was watching the steward change the spiritual material, and he muttered in his heart:

"There is one more painting, and the highlight is next."

"An ordinary spiritual painter cannot handle two spiritual paintings in a short period of time. At present, the spiritual consciousness and spiritual energy of Cai Ruifeng and Chen family painters have basically dried up."

"Whoever can return to form as quickly as possible and grit his teeth and persevere will be more likely to win."

Jiang Qiong knows that competitions in skills such as spiritual talismans and spiritual paintings depend on the final total value of all items.

At the moment, Cai Ruifeng has one painting that dominates.

As long as the value of the next painting is the same as that of the Chen family painter, or only two spiritual stones lower.

Fu Hua Shu Lou will win.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiong looked at Qin Yurong.

At this time, the person in charge of Fuhua Bookstore, wearing a beaded hairpin, silver earrings, and a white dress embroidered with patterns, sat silently aside.

Her pretty face showed a solemn expression.

The clenched fists showed that he was not at peace inside.

"The advantage of Cai Ruifeng's painting cannot save the current situation of Fu Hua Bookstore."

"Kong Shou and the Lingfu shopkeeper were defeated, making the Fuhua Bookstore completely passive. They cannot lose in the next half of the game."

Even though Jiang Qiong was watching, she felt stressed.

I couldn't help but sigh.

It happened at the time when the Qin and Chen families were confronting each other.

In the courtyard of the hidden house in Yulingfang City, dozens of Shadowfall natives gathered.

Compared to two years ago.

Not only did the number of Shadowfall natives who had been wanted by the Yuling Sect not decrease, they even increased by more than ten.

Apparently, in the past two years, some Shadowfall natives from the Taling Desert rushed to the Bixia Oasis and slipped into Yulingfang City.

Gathered together with the original Shadowfall natives.

At this moment, in front of the group of Shadowfallen natives, stood an old dwarf and a burly man.

Both of them held transmission talismans in their hands.

Transmission in progress.

Suddenly, a Shadowfall native ran into the compound and said in a slightly anxious tone:

"Elder, something happened!"

"When Lao Zhang was buying elixirs in a store, he met the patrol guards of the Yuling Sect and was arrested by them."

When the dwarf elder heard this, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Damn Yuling Sect, you are going too far!"

"In the past two years, we have been tracking our traces all the time, vowing to kill them all!"

As the dwarf elder spoke, a burst of spiritual energy burst into the sky, his eyes became violent, and his heart was full of anger.

"Elder, do you still want to send people to buy 'Bone Erosion Grass' now?"

The fallen shadow native who reported the news lowered his head and asked cautiously.

The dwarf elder's eyes flickered and his expression seemed hesitant.

"There's no need to buy it, we'll just go out and grab it!"

The burly man next to him suddenly spoke.

He saw the transmission talisman suddenly flashing bright light, his running spiritual sense sweeping across, his eyes sparkling with light, and his voice said roughly:

"Leixiao Clan sent word that they and the Chen family are ready, so let's take action now."

"Next, whatever you like about the spiritual objects in Yulingfang City, just grab them!"

(End of this chapter)