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Chapter 1650

What! So far?

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and their eyes were shocked and shocked, gathered on Jiang Feng.

Everyone was stunned. Does this trash know what he was talking about?

Li Long's chariot map was vividly painted.

The people inside seemed to be able to get out of the picture at any time.

All the masters and masters of Chinese painting present praised them all.

Thumbs up one by one.

I can't believe it at all, it was written by Li Long.

You should know that although Li Long is very strong, everyone is attracted by his overseas prince of Hongmen.

So much so that he ignored his accomplishments in Chinese painting under the status of the prince.

If all such Chinese paintings were just like this, Jiang Feng would have to show such a good Chinese painting.

Only by defeating the prince of Hongmen overseas?

I can't imagine it.

Everyone was looking forward to it, and they all wanted to quickly forward the time to the scene where Jiang Feng failed to finish the painting and was beaten up by them.

"This waste is simply about to refresh my imagination. He dares to say that such works are just like this. Haha, he wants to laugh to death to inherit my Ant Huabei?"

"This guy is just a rough piece that is not allowed to be on the table, so you can only enjoy the trash like this."

"Yes, if you let this waste paint, I'm afraid it's not like playing graffiti with elementary school students? Hahahaha."

Everyone looked down on it and regarded Jiang Feng as garbage.

No one sees him as a real opponent.

After all, painting, calligraphy, piano and Go are completely different arts.

Generally, it is impossible for all such clear-cut things to be mastered.

After all, there are too few peerless geniuses like Li Long.

Even though Jiang Feng defeated Li Long in everything before, they still had the greatest confidence in Li Long.

Jiang Feng is just trash.

What can be compared with Li Long?

Nothing at all.

It's just a waste.

"Come on, I want to see how far you can draw. My chariot map is at least a masterpiece worth hundreds of millions of yuan. I don't say you can make such a painting."

Li Long sneered and said, "As long as you can draw paintings worth tens of millions, I will think you have won, and I will kneel on the ground to apologize to you!"

He didn't take Jiang Feng seriously at all, as if Jiang Feng could get here was completely his charity.

If it weren't for his charity, Jiang Feng would have died long ago.

"Ten millions? Sorry, I'm afraid I don't even have the qualifications to look at this painting of my painting." Jiang Feng walked slowly with a sneer.

He took the brush from Li Long's hand, and someone immediately stepped forward and spread the paper.

After Jiang Feng glanced around, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Since you are doing the chariot map of the painting, I will give you a painting I have never seen before."

Paintings I've never seen before?

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and their surprised eyes were intertwined on him.

In addition to those super big names in the Chinese painting industry, many big names in the Chinese painting industry are actually imitating their predecessors.

Draw a shrimp today.

Tomorrow, I will draw a picture of eight horses.

What they compare every day is their own abilities and their success powers.

This is why Li Long made Wang Xizhi's ink treasure just now.

This made him so arrogant that he wanted Jiang Feng to kneel down.

However, even though Jiang Feng wrote the preface to the Lanting Collection just now, he used different pen tips and different brushwork, which was not much different from Wang Xizhi.

They all reached the extreme in their respective fields.

Of course, if it is really compared with Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, if the predecessors automatically add points.
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