Vol 3 Chapter 537:

The Elf Grand Master heard that everyone around him was paying attention to Cook, and his heart became even more angry, but if he was not careful, his hand slowed down, and suddenly there was a gap in the follow-up color.
"Damn it." The Grand Master Elf cursed inwardly, and at the same time tore off some of the animal skins that had been painted, and threw it away.
"Tsk tusk, this is the skin of a unicorn. The elves are too shameless, and they say they are the patron saints of nature. Look at the whole body, animal skins, tree bark, various accessories, bones. More than half." Someone spoke at this time.
"Nonsense, our elves are made from the skins of dead unicorns." The great master of the elves roared at the people around him.
"You can just get a soundproof shield. It's only more than two hours. It's a shame that a great master competes with ordinary people." The red dragon patriarch walked over and said something plausible at first, but let the elf master straighten up. Staring, the elves around the Grand Master quickly released a shield together. These people are obviously students of the Grand Master Elf.
Cook was drawing all his attention. What was Cooke painting, and the people around were wondering: "This Cook is painting grass?"
"It seems so, is it painting grassland?" Someone asked in confusion.
Cook draws quickly. In less than twenty minutes, a piece of grass was painted on a piece of white cloth, and there are still some dew-like objects on the grass on the grass.
"It feels like this painting is a little different." Someone looked at this and said.
"Too realistic." The person next to him replied.
Then Cook began to roll up the canvas, and then came to a clearing next to him. As soon as Cook's mental energy moved, a large piece of land was turned over. Then Cook waved his hand and some things fell on the ground, and then some Water splashed on the ground.
"What is Cook doing?" someone asked.
Everyone saw that the grass slowly turned into a piece of grass at a speed visible to the naked eye, but for a few minutes, the soil was no longer visible. Cook took out the canvas, opened it, and gestured.
Then Cook’s actions confirmed Cook’s purpose. Cook dug out a piece of the canvas the size of the grass just formed. Under the action of mental power, this time is less than two seconds. When Cook opens the canvas and puts it on In the grass that just started.
"what!!!"
"Wow!!!"
"Perfect, simply perfect."
"It's hard to imagine."
"This is really the work of Speaker Cook."
The moment the canvas was unfolded and placed on the grass, there were countless exclamations around, because when the canvas was unfolded and placed on the place where the grass was opened, the whole canvas and the grass merged into one body. If everyone hadn’t seen it, who would have thought There is a painting in this grassland, which is incredible to the people around.
"This is impossible." The Red Dragon patriarch also shook his head.
The Red Dragon patriarch came to the grass, then reached out and touched it, and then uncovered a corner of the canvas. People around saw it. This was the canvas. When the Red Dragon patriarch put it down, it was a piece of grass.
"This..." The Red Dragon Patriarch also exclaimed. This kind of art is almost unavailable in the God Realm. This Nima is simply true. There are only two words in the Red Dragon Patriarch's heart, perfect, yes, perfect.
The eyes that the elves originally despised were gone. Some elves who were obsessed with art came to watch them, but after approaching, they found that they were still integrated, even the three-dimensional sense was exactly the same.
Cook uses a 3D painting method, plus various magical pigments from the gods to form a three-dimensional light and shadow effect. It is not too difficult. You will find that this is actually a canvas when you touch it. Strictly speaking, This is already considered a magic item, but most of the artworks in the gods are magic items.
The elves looked very embarrassed, just a simple canvas with some grass on it, and it would have such an effect.
"Grandmaster, this is the level of Grandmaster." A dwarf artist cried out.
"No, this is already at the level of the master craftsman who created the genre, and has surpassed the Grand Master." A dwarf artist retorted loudly.
Another female dwarf artist, looking at the grass, said obsessively: "If my walls are surrounded by forests, would I not live in the forest?"
The dwarves basically live in stone-built houses. Many dwarves feel like living in the forest when they think that they can live in the mountains. What a feeling it is, it shouldn’t be too pleasant.
The faces of the angels are ugly. After all, the angels did not expect that Cook would make such a painting. It seems simple, but it has the artistic background from all aspects of light and shadow effects, the outline of lines, and the use of colors. Extremely superb, it is almost impossible to deceive the eyes of the god-level powerhouse, of course, after knowing a painting, carefully examining it, there are still some subtle differences.
Cook clapped his hands and said: "I left beforehand, but I just came out and told me. As for the bet, if I win, forget it. I don't want to have another shameless student."
Face slap, what is slapped face, this is called face slap, the face of the elves who hit slapped.
"Also I think art is not made with more expensive materials, the better. I am just a piece of white cloth, with some pigments, and the cost is less than five high-grade crystals." Cook did not forget to poke the great master of the elves before he left. With one cut, the piece of unicorn skin that was wasted by the great master of the elves is worth hundreds of high-grade crystals.
Cook patted his and left, and the others in the room finally saw what the great elf master had drawn.
"It turns out to be the painting of the Gemal school. The Gemal school pays attention to abstract art. Tsk tsk, but compared with Cook's painting, there are still some shortcomings." Someone commented.
"Shut up, you know what a fart, one is a new genre created by yourself, the other is still copying other people’s things, you can see it immediately, even if he paints well, he is also something of the Gemal genre. Is it possible to surpass Gemar himself?" someone nearby shouted irritably.
"That's right, and what the Gemar school emphasizes is that one hundred people see, there are one hundred things, one thousand people see, there are one thousand things, but what effect has this great wizard achieved?" someone said.
"Oh, I don’t see it yet. It can be seen from the writing of the great master of the elves. The Gemar school is best to distinguish. The smaller each stroke, the more changes, the richer the color level, and the number of different things. The more, you look at the large and large sums of the great master, the color is not very clear, obviously it has just entered the threshold." A human sighed.
"Your Excellency is also a master of art?" The person next to him was in awe.
"No, no, I'm just a craftsman who restores art." The human replied with a little embarrassment.
"Oh, it is very rare for a craftsman to have your knowledge." The person next to him screamed, and then said, to restore the artwork, there is an identity, that is, fraud.
The people around had weird faces. The artistic background of Nima's fraud is higher than that of the great master?
Of course not. Theory and practice can be said to be very different. It is the same thing to say and the same thing to do. Everyone knows the theory of Gemar school, but the smaller the writing, the more changes and the higher the color level. The more, the more complicated it is. This person didn't say a word just now. It took two hundred years to complete Gemar's most pinnacle painting, and it was only half a person's height.
"Look, the water drops on the grass have disappeared, and the water drops on the paintings that Cook drew have disappeared." Someone exclaimed.
"How is this possible?" someone cried out in disbelief, and then everyone looked at it and it turned out to be the case.
"And you see, the grass leaves on the grass are a little drooping, and Cook painted the same." As everyone knows, the location of Cook's canvas is completely different from the grass in other places.
The dragon referees were even more surprised, and even the artists of the elven clan couldn't help but watch.
After taking a closer look, the Red Dragon patriarch opened his mouth and said: "This is a special material that Cook uses. This material will change according to the humidity in the air. Don't believe me."
With a wave of a blue dragon, the grass on a large area of ​​grass began to slowly condense dew, and dewdrops appeared on the paintings that Cook drew.
"This is perfect, this is a living art~EbookFREE.me~ some people exclaimed.
"More than that, everyone keep watching, these dewdrops will move." Red Dragon Patriarch continued.
When the blue dragon put away the magic arts, the humidity in the air slowly decreased, and many dewdrops dripped into the ground, and the dewdrops on the canvas were almost synchronized.
"Wow!"
"beautiful."
"Yes, perfect, this is the best vocabulary I can think of."
At this moment, a voice called: "I am finished, I have finished the painting of the Gemal genre."
The master of the elves was finished, and he exclaimed, but then he saw his elves and dragons all in one place. He immediately walked over. The master thought it was Cook's painting.
"What are you doing, Cook, what about this guy's painting, what are you doing looking at a piece of grass?" The Grand Master saw that it was a piece of grass, automatically ignored it, and found Cook in a blink of an eye.
"Could it be that Cook didn't finish the work." Seeing that no one came back, they all looked at themselves with a weird face. The Grand Master Elf looked again and found that there was no shadow of Cook in the competition venue, nor did he see Cook. Something like his canvas, after all, Cook’s canvas is huge.
"Couldn't it be that Cook didn't finish the work?" The Grand Master asked suspiciously.
The Red Dragon patriarch sighed and said loudly; "Do you think we still need our dragon to judge?"
"No need." Everyone around shouted loudly.
At this moment, an elf said something. The grandmaster of the elf stared wide, looked at the grass, and yelled for a long time: "This is obviously a grass..."
"Hullah." With a wave of the Red Dragon patriarch, a piece of ground appeared in the grass, and the Red Dragon patriarch held a canvas with the grass in his hand. The Great Elf Master looked incredulous, and then the whole person fainted. .