"Can you really draw it?"

Although Yuan Xiaofeng said this, some people are still reluctant to take action due to face.

See this.

Yuan Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a little moved.

These people are a little too awe of me, a fake genius.

Just ask you to draw, but once you draw me, I will inevitably have a piece of meat.

Too awe is not a good thing.

It seems that they need to be encouraged.

After taking a deep breath of air with a slightly warm air, Yuan Xiaofeng's heart spread and suppressed his voice. His eyebrows, which were like distant mountains, shook gently.

"The monks practice immortality and take the thorny path of seizing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and all things in the world are used by me. Perhaps, many of them were born in the family of wealthy Jia Wanghou, enjoying better conditions and resources than others.

But among this group of people, more ordinary people, like us all living beings. Ordinary people practice without their predecessors, and do not have sufficient elixirs and spirit stones to rely on. Therefore, if they want to take a bright and smooth road and become famous, they must strive to create conditions that they do not have!

Today, since there is such a good opportunity to obtain spiritual stone resources, it is easy to obtain by drawing my portrait. Then why should Yuan stop you?

Yuan is not talented. As a fellow disciple, he is unable to bring you any substantial fruits due to his low cultivation. Today, I will let go of this painting, even if I go to paint it, it will be a gift for me to give you.

Yuan doesn’t ask for anything else, but only you. If someone benefits from painting and whoever needs help in the future is facing difficulties, you can also lend a helping hand to let him feel the warmth of life…”

boom!

The crowd boiled again!

A pair of eyes that were originally filled with interests suddenly appeared with a hint of shame and enlightenment.

Listen!

This is what the peerless genius should say!

This is the demeanor and spirit of a true genius!

No wonder this group of people has been able to stay at Kutuo Peak and is unknown. It turns out that this is the difference between geniuses and ordinary people!

It turned out that everyone was just listening to rumors that Yuan Xiaofeng was so outstanding and so amazing. In their impression, this person was just too handsome and had an extraordinary cultivation qualification.

But when I saw it today, I realized what it means to see through the leopard, and my cognition is one-sided.

With this selfless dedication and precious quality of not seeking rewards, even if Yuan Xiaofeng does not have that bullshit cultivation and appearance, he will definitely be shining in his life and admire it!

There was no passionate speech or tear-jerking example. In just a few breaths, even Yuan Xiaofeng himself didn't know that the one or two thousand people present had already had a strong impression of him in private.

Junior Brother Yuan is so friendly!

People who dare not draw at the beginning are now full of confidence.

The person who was planning to draw money was filled with a faint feeling.

"Junior Brother Yuan, thank you, I will keep your words in my heart..."

"Junior Brother Yuan, I promise you..."

Looking at the faces that sincerely accepted their kindness, Yuan Xiaofeng stopped talking, waved his hand and simply showed the warm and Xi smile that was rare in daily life.

"Okay, everyone doesn't have to hesitate anymore, you can start drawing.

This is a fixing stone. The object that Master gave me to me for a moment of image storage. However, this object has limited energy and is too short to store it, at most it is only one stick of incense. If you want to draw, please hurry up..."

A yellow-brown irregular triangular stone emitting a faint light was grabbed by him, and he began to make a random shape. With a sound of howl, a blue mist flashed on the sharp corners of the stone. Then, an extremely clear and real image began to be born, as if it was cast out of thin air!

It is indeed exactly the same as the posture Yuan Xiaofeng just did!

Remindered by this.

Soon after speaking, the senior brother who had already held the ink pen and rice paper in his hand smiled at Yuan Xiaofeng with gratitude, then sat cross-legged, and pulled out a smooth wooden plate from the storage bag, put it on his knees, and began to create.

I saw someone taking the lead.

Next.

The bustling crowd was no longer in a mental state of embarrassment and was embarrassed to paint for Yuan Xiaofeng.

Those with painting talent immediately looked for paper and pen from the storage bag. Those without painting talent also began to depict the picture in a dull way based on the principle of preferring to draw more than to miss it.

Swish swish swish swish!

Neatly cross-legged!

It sounds like dusting paper and dipping ink!

Watching this scene.

Yuan Xiaofeng finally could breathe a sigh of relief.

After fooling around, someone finally dares to draw!

Well, as long as you dare to draw, you will not worry about being bothered by them, and urge them to become the obstacles for your promotion to the inner sect disciple!

"Well, you all look very serious in painting. Please respect the facts when creating. Do not exaggerate or distort Yuan's image. If it goes against the facts, I will be very angry..."

After giving a few playful words to everyone, Yuan Xiaofeng simply chose to take out a cushion from the storage bag and sat on the steps. At the same time, he got a small furnace with copper skin removed from somewhere and inserted a red sandalwood into the time.

He wrapped his hands on his chest and looked at the blood-red sky in the distance, covered with sunset and the tired birds in the back forest.

One stick of incense time.

It's long and long.

But when these immortals really started painting, time seemed to shrink by half.

Not long.

Each of them had cold sweats on their faces due to anxiety and restlessness.

Among the more than a thousand people, only a few thirty or fifty people held the ink pen and dyed it freely on the white rice paper.

Point out your eyes and look.

Yes, not bad.

Someone has finished drawing the outline of his upper body and has begun to fill his eyebrows, eyes, and a slightly sexy hairstyle.

A trace of divine light with a slightly cunning appearance in Yuan Xiaofeng's eyes.

The burning incense pillars fell silently with smoke.

The reserved painting time is less than a hundred breaths left.

Looking at the sky where twilight was about to fall, Yuan Xiaofeng stopped sitting, but got up and began to move towards the best brothers.

Thumb...

Stepping on cloth boots, he shuttled through the long-planned painter interval.

The pictures fell on the paper, bringing the picture of his handsome appearance to the extreme.

"Huh...it's finally finished drawing."

The monk who first painted the painting was the first to finish it.

Seeing Yuan Xiaofeng walking around him, he was determined to show off his skills, so he deliberately let out a light cry and then raised the drawing paper. The sky was a little dark at this time. In order to allow Yuan Xiaofeng to see clearly, he also deliberately held the moonlight stone distributed by the sect every month to light the night in his palm.

"Junior Brother Yuan, I don't know how Qian's painting is? Because of his shallow writing skills, Junior Brother Yuan is too extraordinary and extraordinary. It is a blessing to be able to paint one percent of his graceful and elegant style. If he is not good at it, please forgive me..."

I heard that someone had finished drawing.

Those who were poor in painting skills and had already given up their hearts back, hurriedly handed over their eyes.

This swept apart.

A handsome young man who looks like Yuan Xiaofeng silently presented it on paper.

They immediately knew that their paintings were simply terrible, and they would definitely have no chance to earn spirit stones to flowers.

There are endless sounds of massed waste paper throwing the ground.

"So handsome! It's so well drawn!"

"This guy has a superb painting style, and the characters he paints are lifelike. Look at this temperament, look at this look, look at this dress, look at this ornament, he is even more junior brother Yuan than Junior Brother Yuan..."

It was not until he praised this amazing painting technique that he turned his attention to Yuan Xiaofeng.

The painting senior brother who claimed to be Qian was praised by everyone in front of the sect's number one genius, and he was in a very good mood. Due to the brain images, he even imagined what Yuan Xiaofeng would say to him next.

"Brother Tian, ​​what you painted is so exquisite..."

But just as everyone was waiting and wondering what kind of praise Yuan Xiaofeng would use to praise this person, he saw Yuan Xiaofeng's Adam's apple squirming gently. At the same time, the ink hair, which was like a waterfall, swung a faint head-shaking curve at this dusk.

"Oh... Brother Qian, this painting is not like me... I'm sorry, I can't let you use it to find Senior Sister Lingyun to exchange for the spirit stone..."

"For...why..."

Qian was so shocked that his chin was about to fall off.

My mouth was even trembling!

As the surprise eyes and shocked expressions were intertwined, Yuan Xiaofeng's mouth was heard gently spitting out a few words.

"You painted me so handsomely, Yuan can't afford it..."

When I heard this.

People feel like they are so thundered that they are burnt on the outside and tender on the inside!

Damn! It’s the first time I’ve heard someone think others have painted themselves too handsome.
Chapter completed!