The emperor became nervous again in an instant.

It is useless to be better than Liu Haoxue. Chen Changfeng wants to win today is Yan Liben of the Great Chu Empire.

When Xiang Qingqing heard Yan Liben's words, her smug smile became brighter and brighter.

Even if Chen Changfeng has some skills, he is still an inconspicuous waste in front of Yan Liben.

In this first painting competition, the Ming Empire was sure to lose.

Chen Changfeng just smiled faintly, and his movements still did not pause at all.

Yan Liben said that he was only better than Liu Haoxue, because he had a narrow vision.

After a few breaths, the onlookers saw that the entire image of the emperor's upper body had been completed on the canvas.

"Look at the eyes of His Majesty on the canvas, Oh my God, even the reflections were drawn in his pupils."

"I saw it, I even felt the domineering aura in the eyes of His Majesty in the portrait."

"If this portrait is drawn in full, it should be quite amazing."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince really has two tricks, but I don't know if he is comparing with Yan Liben..."

One-half of the emperor's portrait was completed, and many Ming officials were secretly amazed.

Unexpectedly, the prince Chen Changfeng had such skills.

But some people are worried that no matter how good Chen Changfeng painted, he could not compare to Yan Liben.

"Old Yan, this painting..." Xiang Qingqing's face showed a deep look, and she began to feel a little worried.

"It's okay, the Prince of Ming Dynasty does have some skills. I underestimated him just now, but this painting is still a little worse."

"It can be compared with my most proud disciple." Yan Liben smiled slightly.

Xiang Qingqing was a little stunned.

Can it be compared with Yan Liben's most proud disciple?

This is something that Xiang Qingqing unexpectedly has been unexpected.

Fortunately, as long as it is not as good as Yan Liben's painting skills.

Xiang Qingqing felt relieved in her heart.

I feel Chen Changfeng's difficulty again.

The emperor was very curious now. What exactly Chen Changfeng painted himself in so that Yan Liben could say such words.

At this moment, there was no sound in the Tai Chi Palace, and everyone's eyes were on Chen Changfeng.

Some people desperately wanted to squeeze in front and take a look at Chen Changfeng's painting process.

But I found that the front was already tightly stuffed by others.

"Father, hold on for a while, and after a while, you will be the most beautiful boy in the world." Chen Changfeng shouted to the emperor.

The emperor's mouth twitched and he didn't say anything. He didn't want to be the most beautiful guy in the world now.

The emperor's only hope is that Chen Changfeng can really defeat Yan Liben.

But the realization of this hope is too slim.

All the officials stopped talking, and Chen Changfeng continued to outline the emperor's appearance on the canvas.

Yan Liben's eyes fell in Chen Changfeng's hand, and saw his pen holding light and above the canvas, the pen was like a dragon and snake flying, like a phoenix flying, or like a dragon flying in the clouds.

Yan Liben looked at the lower body of the emperor slowly emerging on the canvas, and suddenly became worried inexplicably.

"The Third Princess, this Ming Dynasty prince is probably not inferior to that of me..."

"What?" Xiang Qingqing suddenly spoke in shock.

The others were also shocked by Xiang Qingqing's exclamation.

But more people are concerned about what Yan Liben said just now.

Is the painting skills of the Prince of the Ming Dynasty not inferior to those of him, Yan Liben?

Didn’t Yan Liben just now that Chen Changfeng’s ability is indeed good, can he compare his most proud disciples?

Why did he suddenly become a painting skill that is not inferior to that of Yan Liben?

What's going on?

Yan Liben did not answer or speak, and his old eyes were staring at Chen Changfeng's paintings.

The most difficult way to paint a portrait is to paint a portrait, but among the portraits, the most difficult is to get below the legs.

The most important thing in evaluating a painting master’s ability is to look at his ability to draw his footwork.

Many painting masters have died on the feet of this portrait all their lives.

But Yan Liben just saw that Chen Changfeng's pen tip outlined the emperor's feet, which was completely smooth and flowing. In just a few strokes, he had completely outlined the real shape.

Yan Liben was sure that even if he took this painting over and compared it with the emperor's real legs, it would be no different.

Even Yan Liben himself could not do such an understatement when outlining the details of his steps.

He just said that Chen Changfeng was comparable to his own level, but in fact he wanted to keep his face.

After all, he had already buried the loess in his neck, and Chen Changfeng was not as good as his crown.

The last part is. If Chen Changfeng's sword painting is truly vivid, he may have really lost today.

Yan Liben stared at the canvas.

Chen Changfeng has completed all the images of the emperor, and only the last Tianwen Sword has not been painted yet.

Everyone's eyes were completely replaced by shock at this moment.

They found that Yan Liben said nothing was right.

Just like the emperor in the portrait now, it seems like he is going to come out of this painting.

If the emperor stands next to the canvas and ignores the unfinished part, it is entirely the emperor's twin brothers standing next to him.

The eyes, movements, temperament, and even the wisp of mysterious silk floating on the forehead, the pearlescent light on the topaz belt, and the small crescent moon on the fingers were all exactly the same as what they saw in their eyes.

This is not a painting technique, it is clearly the emperor whose eyes are completely replicated.

No one spoke.

Now they are all waiting for the last part of Chen Changfeng's canvas.

The Emperor's Heavenly Question Sword.

No one knows whether the last part of the Sword of the Heavenly Ask Sword will be icing on the cake or whether all previous efforts will be wasted.

Chen Changfeng calmed down his mind and his long-term energy concentration made him feel a little tired.

But now is not the time to rest.

The Tianwen Sword in the emperor's hand must be the finishing touch of the entire portrait.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Changfeng's pen fell on the canvas.

The speed of maneuvering is so fast that it is dazzling.

At this moment, Chen Changfeng gave everyone the feeling that he was not like painting, but they were appreciating the wonderful dancing posture left by the tip of the pen.

After a few breaths, the prototype of the Tianwen sword fell on the canvas.

Yan Liben held his breath at this moment.

The speed in Chen Changfeng's hand became faster again, and the silver hilt of the Tianwen Sword instantly rushed into everyone's eyes.

No matter how fast.

The sword body of the Tianwen Sword leaped out.

The Tianwen Sword Sword has two sides of Yin and Yang,

At this moment on the canvas, under Chen Changfeng's pen, the sword body has clear yin and yang.

The front is yang, the emperor is powerful, the back is shady, and the murderous aura is steep.

And at the tip of the sword, yin and yang blend together, gathering together, and I saw Chen Changfeng's pen pointing lightly, a little cold light, which was shocking.

"Okay, OK, OK!"

"The finishing touch, the finishing touch."

"Who in the world can match such a stroke of luck like the Prince of the Ming Dynasty!" Yan Liben suddenly shouted, his face full of excitement.

"Old Yan!" Xiang Qingqing shouted quickly.

But at this moment, Yan Liben seemed to be possessed by a demon.

All the attention of the whole person was immersed in Chen Changfeng's completed portrait of the emperor.

Yan Liben squatted on the ground, carefully looked at the portrait on the ground, and slowly moved forward every two breaths, and then stopped to look carefully.

Xiang Qingqing's face turned completely dark.

Isn’t Yan Liben’s actions admitting that Chen Changfeng’s painting is better than his Yan Liben’s?

Wenbi's first painting competition, did they lose again?

The emperor could no longer hold it back, and immediately ran down the steps, pushed away the people who were blocking him, and came to the portrait on the ground.

"This...this...this..." The emperor had not yet expressed the second word.

Liu Xi followed the emperor and blurted out the moment he saw the emperor's portrait: "Damn, isn't this your Majesty himself lying here?"

Chapter completed!