Chapter 258: 1 second into painting

The sun is shining, the breeze and the ripples.
Lin Mengxi, a white dress, a sweet smile, a cute ponytail is like a flower fairy coming out of the mountains, pure white makes people feel excited.
Zhu Zinan swallowed unconsciously and carefully painted it.
He is still a bit of a foundation, a hook and a painting, very seeing the skill, and soon Lin Mengxi's pretty appearance, eight points have already jumped on the paper.
"Well, Zhu Shao’s skill is really good. This pencil, when it’s on his hand, it’s better than the camera.

Wei Pingren is next to him and is pleased to admire.
"Zhou Xiaojie, what do you say?"
Wei Ping knows that among these people, Zhou Xiaojie is undoubtedly the best in terms of real strength.
"Of course, Zhu Shao’s paintings have won me a hundred times, no, no."
Zhou Xiaojie laughed in disbelief.
Zhu Zinan did draw the shape of Lin Mengxi, but the spiritual and lively charm of the child did not show a point. From a professional point of view, it is undoubtedly a garbage.
"Call!"
"There is one minute left, Xiao Yan, I got it."
Zhu Zinan’s chic pencil smirked.
He looked at his paintings, and the more he saw the beauty, the more he surpassed any of his previous paintings.
At this level, the sorrow of the Qin dynasty is not the same as the play.
Everyone looked at the Qin dynasty, and he sat in front of Lin Mengyu's drawing board, as if the old man was fixed.
"Haha, there is still a minute left, your kid won't be afraid, want to admit defeat?"
When Zhu Zinan saw Qin Qilian's pens, he couldn't help but laughed.
"This person, that is, it will play tricks, and what equipment is loaded, and quickly jump into the stream, when Wang Ba."
Wei Ping echoed the road.
"What are you worried about, time is not yet there?"
Qin Lan closed his eyes and laughed.
"Oh, well, I will see when this can be loaded!"
Zhu Zinan said indignantly.
Qin Wei’s weird move, even Lin Mengxi’s, is somewhat puzzled.
Is he really just a frivolous, clever man?
The tongue is a good hand, but it is not true.
There is still a minute left, how do you paint, is he going to admit defeat?
no no!
He is not an ordinary person. He is by no means the kind of person who easily admits defeat. He is an expert in the ancient scrolls.
He will not lose!
Lin Mengxi believes in her instincts, even if it is only a beautiful delusion, she is willing to believe that Qin Hao will certainly create miracles.
"Qin Ge, there are still 30 seconds left, you are a fast-moving faction, you have to write."
Zhou Xiaojie carefully reminded me.
He has seen the fastest person in painting, and in a matter of twenty seconds, he can draw a sketch pattern.
But will this eccentric youth be such a master?
"Remind me when there are three seconds left."
The Qin dynasty still remained motionless, with a faint smile on his face, as if he had a good time in the aftertaste.
"Fives!"
"four!"
"three!"
Zhou Xiaojie looked at the watch and nervously reported the time.
Can you make a picture in three seconds?
Maybe only the gods can do it.
Everyone’s heart is mentioned in the eyes of the blind man. They want to know how Qin Hao painted a piece of work beyond Zhu Zinan in three seconds.
Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Hao rolled up his sleeves and picked up the pencil.
Then, he slammed Lin Mengyu and smiled.
Qin moved!
The are flying like a phantom on paper!
No one can see how his pen is moving, too fast!
It’s just graffiti, and it’s impossible to have such a pen speed.
A few people in Zhu Zinan blinked and waited for him to come back. A wonderful black and white painting has already appeared.
Morning light, breeze, mountains and water, all on the paper, even the fish in the stream is lively.
It seems that this original world is the black and white color of heaven and earth.
Monotonous is full of vitality.
Lin Mengyu's sweet smile, the eyes of the sun, and the slim body are all wonderful!
She is like a black and white space that has been living on this piece of paper.
Everyone who sees this painting will feel that she will live there, the warmth that comes from the face, straight through the bottom of the heart.
This this!
If you don't see it with your own eyes, Zhu Zinan and Wei Ping will think that this is the obstacle pattern that Qin Lan has drawn in advance.
One second to draw, even light and shadow?
It is a powerful painter who has at least 30 minutes to express the contents of the painting, not to mention the charm of the painting.
"Heaven!"
"Am I dreaming?"
"One second to draw."
Zhu Zinan glared at his forehead and shouted incredulously.
"His mother, this kid is really the of his mother."
"I really can't see it, there are two brushes."
Wei Pingren is also a slap in the face.
"It’s not just two brushes, Wu Daozi reincarnation, I’m afraid it’s just that.

Zhou Xiaojie sighed from the lungs.
"His mother, shut me up!"
Zhu Zinan returned to God and took a look at Zhou Xiaojie. He scared him and swallowed the words of praise.
"Qin, what, how?"
As soon as time arrived, Lin Mengqi ran over and asked urgently.
When her eyes fell on Qin Lan's painting, she could not believe her eyes.
Is this really Qin Hao~EbookFREE.me~ drawn in one second?
What she cares is not how good and how fast Qin Hao painted.
Instead, draw your own eyes, translucent, filled with gray color.
It is like a happy bird, imprisoned in a cage, and urgently needs freedom and breathing.
This person actually saw her heart.
In an instant, Lin Mengxi was in tears.
I don't know why, she looked at the expressive self in the painting, and then looked at the clear eyes of Qin Yu.
She is like having a feeling of being in love with him.
She didn't know, and she didn't want to know what happened to him. What a thrilling love.
However, at this moment, she can fantasize about the many romantic stories that belong to him and him.
What kind of person is this?
In order to meet at the first time, like a confidant, straight through her heart, let her move!
"Qin Hao, you won!"
Lin Mengxi burst into tears.
"This……"
Zhu Zinan was speechless.
But he could not find any reason for rebuttal.
Qin Yu’s painting skills are only inconceivable even if his teacher, Yun Yuntong, cannot be compared.
"Zhu Shao, please."
Qin Hao raised his hand.
"I am going! Evil door!"
Although Zhu Zinan was a blind child, he did not care about his account. Even the coat was lazy, and he rushed into the stream.
Yang Tian screamed: "I am Wang Ba, I am Wang Ba, I am Wang Ba!"
After shouting three times, Zhu Zinan jumped ashore and was wet. It was called a grievance.
"Look at what, look for clothes for Laozi."
He also had nowhere to go, and roared at Wei Pingren.
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