I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The night of Red Ink is the grand performance of the Red Ink Square.

It is not a simple performance.

Here, Anlin saw the essence of art culture in the early ancient times.

It is not vulgar.

Instead, it seems to Anlin.

It is more like a swan song of the ancient civilization of the early days.

All the audience and performers in the field are extremely advanced. There are hundreds of them in the single-return, and the head cards like Yun Xian are even the existence of the level.

What does this mean, which means they are the most elite people in the early ages!

After being forced to the end, they survived in a special form. They have lost hope, so they have given time to art.

This is also why, Anlin sees the performance in front of him so shocking. Why are their artistic expressions, why the artists selected from the millions of people in the district, will be more powerful than the artists that Anlin has chosen among the tens of billions or even hundreds of billions of creatures in the early days of the mainland.

This is completely the crystallization of the civilization of the continent where the universe was once! !

A famous brand began to perform on stage.

There are various artistic expressions.

There are cute little beasts that have been tempted to imitate the characteristics of the various races, to show the beauty of the body, and to simulate the mood with sound...

"There is a place to invite the ancient autumn of Hongmofang to present a performance for everyone!"

Suddenly, the red ink square screamed and cheered.

It’s totally deafening! Even the top executives who had been watching the show before couldn’t help but stand up or applaud.

"So great enthusiasm?!" An Lin was shocked by the hot scene.

"Today, even the ancient autumn sister has to perform?" Ying Bao lightly covered his mouth, his face is full of horror.

“Is the ancient autumn very powerful?” Anlin was curious.

He is the list of the first cards, knowing that ancient autumn is one of the first cards of Hongmofang, but the things he knows are nothing more than that. After all, he did not come long.

"I will gamble with you, you have to lose 100 million." Ying Bao looked at An Lin very funny. "Tell this to you, Gu Qiu is lazy and lazy. I don't see her in a week or two. Performed once, but her popularity, but still ranked in the top three of the red ink square head, you know what this represents?"

An Lin’s heart was slightly stunned.

As an artist, he rarely shows up, but has a very high popularity.

He naturally knows what it means.

In the call of all people.

A woman in a plain robes appeared in the center of the stage.

She is not very amazing, but if she looks carefully, she will feel very natural and beautiful. She stood quietly like this, her face was quiet and soft, and she was independent in the spotlight.

"Everyone, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Gu Qiu smiled at the audience on the stage.

Suddenly, everyone felt that their heartbeat seemed to be slower than half a beat.

Worse, this is the feeling of heart!

A pig demon even opened his foot and hugged his old sow, opened the pig's trotters and shouted at the ancient autumn that I love you.

"Hey! I want her, I want her to be my jealousy!" Longhorn fat man pulled the dragon's sleeves, his face excited and excited.

The Dragon Emperor heard a slap in the hand of the dragon's fat man, and yelled: "You don't want to eat swan meat! What is her identity, will you look at you?"

"But I am looking at her, you are not saying, don't care what others think, the key is to see how you look at it?" Longjiao fat man swears.

"That must also look at the identity of the other side, don't think about it again!" Long Huang said completely without leaving room.

The scene became very hot.

Gu Qiu seems to have been used to such a scene, she still maintains a soft smile, and takes out a large brush with a large arm from the space ring in her hand.

She grabbed the brush, just like grabbing a spear and gently swiping it, and she could dance a virtual arc in the void.

"This word, I have been conceived for a long time."

"Here, I will give it to everyone."

In ancient autumn, the brush was pointed to the sky, and the darkness in the sky was turned into ink on the white tip. Then she was astonished, holding a brush to dance in the void, sketching a perfect ink trail.

The sky is ink, and the heavens and the earth are paper.

Gu Qiu let An Lin see what is called the real pen dragon snake.

The woman sketched on the move, and the white robes and inks blended perfectly, like light and darkness, and like the tai chi of harmony in all things.

Beauty, really beautiful! !

Anlin was deeply impressed in the heart.

This is the super dehydration of calligraphy!

When the words in the hands of Gu Qiu became, the heavens and the earth changed.

A perfect combination of countless beautiful black inks.

Anlin didn't know what she was writing.

Sixty thousand viewers did not know what she was writing.

However, Anlin saw countless thoughts and moods at this moment, and he also saw the shadows that he was worried about and the dreamland of the independence of the moon.

It is so beautiful, so intoxicating, it is so untouchable.

There are cloudy and sunny months, and people have life and death.

A word is a story.

A word is also an era.

After the ink font in the void dissipated.

Everyone got out of the word.

When they returned to God, the Iraqis did not know where to go.

Ancient autumn has also disappeared on the stage.

Some people are applauding, and some people are still relishing.

An Lin finally knows why Gu Qiu can use such a high popularity. She represents the pinnacle of calligraphy. It is really a pleasure to see her writing.

And it is not the kind of joy that is forgotten afterwards.

It is able to relish the endless enjoyment.

After watching the performance of Gu Qiu, An Lin felt that he had to make a point in his performance, and he had a good pressure. !

When everyone remembers it almost ~www.readwn.com~ Please let Jin Feihong perform for us, Zhenwudao! ”

The impassioned voice of Red Sister began to ring.

Anlin looked at it and Jin Feihong came to power at this time?

In the cheers, Jin Feihong step by step to the stage.

His expression of extricating face, while nervous, but also a touch of color, even inadvertently fell on the eyes of An Lin, all revealing the unspeakable pride.

Jin Feihong is performing the beauty of martial arts.

In all fairness is still good.

But after performing in ancient autumn, it seems to be mediocre.

Some viewers are even too lazy to look at it, still reminiscent of the ancient autumn word.

In this scene, where is Jin Feihong's pride?

An Lin actually understands.

No matter who arranges to perform behind the ancient autumn, they will feel pressure.

Even the top players who have superb skills don't want to be placed after the ancient autumn, because it doesn't make them feel as good as people? Although it is really not as good as people, it can't be so obvious!

No head card wants to perform after the ancient autumn.

As for some famous brands, the gap with the head card is really too big. The performances are still good. Under the backdrop of ancient autumn, the feeling is very rubbish.

It’s like giving you a mouthful of savory rice, and then giving you a feeling of sighing, it’s something that no one can stand.

At this time, the role of Jin Feihong came out. Although he was not the head card, the performance was indeed OK, just giving the audience a transitional period.

He is the ladder of ancient autumn.

Not everyone can be the ladder.

Only the strongest brand name can be the ladder.

So he is very proud.

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