Thanks: Brother 08a for the reward, thank you Xia Tian.

"A painting?"

‘Huang Shaohong’ was confused when he heard this. He felt that this was a kind of test, so he immediately said:

"Use your skills if you have any. I've even seen Bishui calligraphy, so why would I be afraid of you as a painter?"

Speaking of which, even if the other party wants to compete with "Huang Shaohong" in calligraphy and painting, he is really not afraid.

This guy is no longer the scumbag who didn't know anything about Chinese studies before. He has been the emperor of several worlds. His painters are all Huizong Zhao Ji. His calligraphy and painting skills are not as good as those of the contemporary people. They are still at the level of those who have entered the palace.

The rich middle-aged man didn't understand what 'Bai Shui Calligraphy' was, but he also knew that 'Huang Shaohong' asked him to start, and he immediately shouted:

"Okay, Ting Song, get out of the way quickly. I'm going to paint, Uncle Master. I'd better not hurt you!"

When the Taoist boy who brought Huang Shaohong heard this, he seemed to know how powerful he was and quickly saluted Huang Shaohong:

"Sir, be careful, Tingsong is watching the battle from the sidelines!"

After saying this, without waiting for 'Huang Shaohong''s response, he quickly moved away and stood aside.

At this time, the mana fluctuations in the rich middle-aged man's body began to increase violently, and he was obviously activating his mana. The tip of the large brush in his hand lit up with a black light.

I saw his wrist start to rotate, and the brush in his hand began to write and draw in the void.

While drawing out of thin air, he said:

"I draw a piece of water and call it the Yellow River. The waves are turbulent and unstoppable!"

As he spoke, he drew several waves in the void like an ink painting.

Those waves were suspended in mid-air. After he drew the surging Yellow River water with his last stroke and connected the waves together, the ink painting seemed to come alive, turning into the surging Yellow River water, rushing in the direction of 'Huang Shaohong' and 'Ma Qi'

Come.

‘Huang Shaohong’ feels like watching an IMAX3D movie in a cinema.

I intuitively felt that it was not an illusion, but the real Yellow River suddenly appeared in front of me, rushing forward.

Even with the strong wind blowing in his face, he could feel the infinite water vapor carried by the wind.

Ma Qi behind him also felt the same way, but he was frightened and shocked and speechless.

At this moment, the dozens of people who appeared in the ‘Qintian Prison’ applauded at the same time.

At the same time, on the observatory of the Qintian Prison, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng were standing side by side with hands on their hands, watching all this through the 'round light technique' in the Taoist technique.

‘Yuan Tiangang’ praised:

"The Ma family's 'Ruyi Magic Pen' is truly well-deserved. I don't know if Huang Erlang can pass this level!"

‘Li Chunfeng’ chuckled and said:

"Fellow Taoist Ma Yong may be in trouble this time. Senior brother, don't forget what Huang Erlang's fist intention is!"

Outside the gate of the Qintian Prison, Huang Shaohong faced the surging Yellow River. Without dodge, he suddenly struck out with his palm.

The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon...

'Ford the great rivers profitably!'

With a high-spirited dragon roar, a golden dragon transformed from the fist appeared out of thin air.

Crossing large rivers with great benefit, riding on trees is also a good way to achieve success.

The lower ridge of Huan Gua is the Xun and the upper ridge is the Xun. The Xun is wood and the ridge is water. The wood can be used as a boat and the boat can be used on the water.

There is a golden dragon above that calms the storm, and I am a giant boat traveling through the water.

With one palm shot, the golden dragon transformed into a shape, and the turbid water could not overturn it even if it surged to the sky!

The palm of 'Huang Shaohong' brought out the essence of 'Benefiting from the Great River'. As soon as the golden dragon came out, he stepped forward and transformed into a giant boat guarded by the golden dragon, calming the wind and waves, calming the waves, and going upstream.

Even the water of the Yellow River cannot stop him in the slightest.

'Huang Shaohong' rode the wind and waves and arrived in front of the middle-aged man. He stretched out his left hand and poked the middle-aged man's eyes with his index and middle fingers. When he was frightened and wanted to hide, he used his right hand skillfully to use the 'Dog Beating Stick Technique'

The "mastiff's mouth seizes the stick" in the middle grabs the large brush in his hand.

The rich middle-aged man was startled when he saw the opponent poking his eyes with two sticks. You must know that he is proficient in martial arts, but fighting is not his strong point. Knowing that the person opposite him is a young martial arts master, he did not dare to block it and quickly retreated.

But suddenly he felt a light touch in his hand, and the ‘Ruyi Magic Pen’ that he had been practicing for many years was already in the opponent’s hands.

Without the mana support of the 'rich middle-aged man', the next moment, the turbulent water of the Yellow River completely dissipated, and everyone around him seemed to have experienced an illusion.

'Ma Qi' felt the deepest feeling. He was ready to be washed down Longshouyuan by the big waves together with the carriage. Unexpectedly, the wave was broken by his master when it reached just a few feet in front of him, which made him excited and happy.

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"Hurry up and return my magic pen, and you will pass this level!"

When a wealthy middle-aged man saw that his magic pen fell into the hands of his enemy, he was afraid of making a mistake and quickly gave up.

‘Huang Shaohong’ laughed, you used the Yellow River against me, and you have to admit defeat if I break it, how can it be so cheap!

He laughed:

"This is a good sum, just think of it as my trophy. Besides, your painting of the Yellow River is too petty. I will also paint it to show you cats and dogs what it means to have water from the Yellow River coming up from the sky!"

After getting this writing brush, 'Huang Shaohong' felt that it was a magic weapon. What was surprising was that this magic weapon did not recognize its owner, so he said this.

He didn't know if he could use this magic weapon, so he tentatively poured in the true energy. As his true energy poured in, the tip of the brush also lit up with a trace of ink.

There is a door!

‘Huang Shaohong’ was so happy that he started drawing with his hands, and at the same time he chanted loudly:

“On the nine heavens above the Yellow River, humans and ghosts look down upon all the passes.

The wind is strong and the waves are high, and the sun is shining coldly.

It is as steep as a thousand people in Luliang, as strong as Qiantang in August, and it goes straight down to wash away the world."

Above the nine heavens, a long river suddenly fell down, like the Milky Way flowing backwards, and struck at the dozens of people in front of the gate of the 'Qintian Prison' with overwhelming momentum.

Everyone was dumbfounded, what the hell is this the Yellow River? Don’t bully us for not having read books!

Compared with the current situation of the Yellow River painted by the middle-aged man before, the previous one was in the dry period, while the one painted by "Huang Shaohong" was in the flood season, with no one under the water peak to stop it.

Perhaps only the people's army of later generations, who are united as one and can conquer heaven and earth, have the courage to compete with them, but these monks in front of them don't have the courage!

On the observatory, ‘Yuan Tiangang’ and ‘Li Chunfeng’ changed their expressions at the same time:

"No, Huang Erlang actually integrated the meaning of the poem into the magic pen. It seems that some kind of change has occurred and the spell has been strengthened. Ma Yong and the others may not be able to resist it!"

The dozens of people in front of the gate of Qintian Prison noticed the unstoppable flood and locked them all in. After being included in it, they all shouted and took out their own abilities or magic weapons to deal with this annihilation.

The torrential water came.

Some use magic weapons to protect their bodies, some recite the "Water Avoidance Art" silently, some release flying swords to fly into the air, and some use the breeze to ride on it.

‘Huang Shaohong’ laughed loudly, kept writing with his hand, and recited loudly:

"The stormy waves crashed on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow, and the Yangtze River drowned many heroes."

The monstrous Yellow River water that crashed down from the sky seemed to surge a little more after what he said.

‘Bang’

As soon as a monk was riding the wind, he was knocked directly into the waves by a huge wave and was swept into the long river.

'boom'

Another monk sacrificed a treasure gourd in front of him, emitting precious light to block the water. However, the water was more than a million strong, shattering the treasure light in an instant, and swept the monk into a huge wave.

Dozens of people were unable to even fight back and were submerged in the surging water in an instant.

The water falling from the nine heavens continued to roll up these people and bombarded the main entrance of the Qintian Prison.

The main entrance of the 'Qintian Prison' also had a formation. When the Yangtze River rushed towards it, it emitted a dazzling golden light in an attempt to block the water.

‘Huang Shaohong’ drew a few strokes on his hand, increasing the power of the wind and water, and chanted at the same time:

"The Yellow River comes from the west to conquer Kunlun, and roars thousands of miles to touch the Dragon Gate!"

Even the Dragon Gate can be touched, let alone the portal of Qin Tianjian.

'boom'

The gate was directly knocked open by the river, and the river rushed into the Qintian Prison. It was only then that 'Huang Shaohong' took back his true energy. The next moment, the magic power on the large brush dissipated, and the nine-day river water and huge waves he drew were here.

All disappeared in an instant.

Only the monks staggering around were left in the courtyard of Qintian Prison.

'Huang Shaohong' stopped, firstly because he didn't want to hurt anyone, and secondly because the brush in his hand was really consuming real energy. With his 12th level of 'Dragon Elephant Boruo Gong', it was difficult to fully supply the endless real energy, so he needed to wait for a while.

Wait, if he persists for a moment longer, all his true energy may be completely consumed.

'Huang Shaohong' turned around and asked 'Ma Qi' to drive the carriage aside. The latter laughed and stepped into the gate of 'Qintian Prison'.

While laughing, the little Taoist priest 'Tingsong' who accompanied him in said:

"How dare these guys not let me go through the middle gate? As a result, I had to fight for a long time, and no one could beat me!"
To be continued...