A door!

There is really only one door.

Everyone was shocked, including Qiu Bohao, and a trace of confusion flashed deep in his eyes.

Even if he admits defeat, there is no need for Liu Wuxie to be so perfunctory.

After only three strokes, Liu Wuxie put down the pen in his hand, and only three breathing times were left.

"It's finished!"

An arch appeared in front of everyone.

"Hahaha, you lost, why don't you hand over the ancient magic sword quickly?"

Yin Jingwu jumped out and asked Liu Wuxie to hand over the ancient magic sword quickly.

Many people learned about what happened on the pleasure boat through the communication symbol.

"That kid only drew one door, what the hell is he doing."

Those people on the shore couldn't see it, so they jumped straight into the air.

"I lost?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth: "You think that his trash can win me even if you win."

Liu Wuxie actually humiliated Qiu Baihao's paintings as garbage.

The crowd was in an uproar. Everyone had appreciated Qiu Bohao's painting just now, and even Murong Yi showed a hint of praise.

In Liu Wuxie's eyes, it turned out to be garbage.

A murderous aura surged out of Qiu Baihao. For the first time, someone criticized his paintings that were not as good as garbage.

"Liu Wuxie, you dare to say that Senior Brother Qiu's paintings are trash, you are dead."

After Yin Jingwu finished speaking, he was about to attack Liu Wuxie.

Since he refused to admit defeat, he had to snatch it.

Even Yipinxuan is not qualified to stand up. If anyone compares the two paintings, they will know which one is better.

"stop!"

Li Momo stood up and stopped Yin Jingwu.

He looked at Liu Wuxie's paintings, then at Qiu Baihao's paintings, and Li Mo looked at Liu Wuxie with a silent look, hoping that he would give an explanation.

"Liu Wuxie, forgive us for being clumsy. Since you said Brother Qiu's paintings are garbage, you must always take out something that convinces us."

Many neutral monks stood up, hoping that Liu Wuxie could give them a reasonable reason.

More and more people stood up and asked Liu Wuxie to take out something that convinced them.

If you have nothing to say, you can't deny that Qiu Bohao's paintings are garbage based on your words.

Murong Yi looked at Liu Wuxie.

Li Momo looked at Liu Wuxie silently.

Hua Chenye looked at Liu Wuxie.

Bai Zhi looked at Liu Wuxie.

Qinghongmen looked at Liu Wuxie collectively.

...

More than a thousand eyes were all gathered on Liu Wuxie alone.

"Just convince your loss!"

Liu Wuxie stretched out his hand and swept it, and the painting spread on the table flew up, an arch.

It does not float to the middle of the boat, but to the lake.

"He's crazy. This painting fell into the water. See how he can argue."

Liu Wuxie's actions made the Qinghong Sect disciples laugh.

Others followed suit and thought that Liu Wuxie had a problem with his brain.

The people on the shore of Dongyue Lake looked towards the center of the lake.

"Look, something floats out."

Tens of thousands of gazes fell on the painting in unison.

"What is that, an arch?"

Many people were confused and had known that Liu Wuxie had painted an arch, but after all, he had not seen it with his own eyes.

When I saw it, I realized that they were not lying. Liu Wuxie really only drew an arch.

"You guess what he wanted to do, why he threw this painting onto the lake."

Many people were puzzled and asked the people around them.

No one knew the answer, and Shui Huan stood beside Liu Wuxie, and was also confused.

"Golden light, look at it, the arch releases a trace of golden light!"

Those who stood on the edge of the pleasure boat saw a trace of golden light appearing on the archway painted by Liu Wuxie.

This scream alarmed everyone, and they squeezed towards the side of the boat and looked towards the center of the lake.

The golden light was increasing, and it was released from the arch.

"call out……"

An even more incredible scene appeared, and a carp jumped out of the bottom of the lake and actually jumped over the arch.

"Fish leaps on the dragon gate!"

Someone exclaimed, found something was wrong, and suddenly covered his mouth.

"This is a gantry, this is not an ordinary portal!"

Liu Wuxie refined the bones of the divine dragon and possessed the bloodline of the divine dragon. He naturally mastered a trace of the power of the divine dragon.

Just as everyone was screaming, more and more fish emerged, jumping through the portal in pieces.

Every time I jumped over, there was a faint golden light on the fish, absorbing a trace of dragon energy.

"Miss...he..."

Miss Yan was so excited that she couldn't speak, and grabbed the lady's arm tightly.

Murong Yi's beautiful eyes emitted a shiny light, and his eyes did not look at the lake, but at Liu Wuxie.

I found him back to his original place and sitting in his seat, still in deep thought, turning a deaf ear to the noise around him.

The fish leaped over the dragon gate for a full cup of tea, and the golden light disappeared.

Losing the dragon energy, the rice paper fell into the lake, instantly sank to the bottom of the lake, disappearing without a trace.

Qiu Baihao was petrified and was in place, as if he had become deaf, and all the sounds of talking around him disappeared.

It was like falling off a cliff and trying to make a cry for help, but I couldn't say a word.

All the disciples of Qinghong Sect looked dull. What happened?

Everyone's face was filled with incredible things.

"Miss, this is an Yipin, it must be an Yipin!"

Yan Yatou grabbed Murong Yi's arm and kept shaking it.

When he heard the word Yipin, many people shivered. Liu Wuxie was only eighteen or nineteen years old and could actually draw Yipin. Could he be the reincarnation of a painting immortal?

An ordinary arch actually attracted fish to leaps the dragon gate, and this incident would surely shock the world.

Everyone looked at Liu Wuxie with fear, and the inconspicuous boy finally showed his sharp side.

At this moment, the shore was also shocked.

The scene of fish jumping over the dragon gate was recorded by many people.

There are all kinds of circulating. Some people say that Liu Wuxie is the reincarnation of the painting immortal, while others say that Liu Wuxie is a powerful dragon clan.

There are all kinds of rumors, but it is impossible to tell which one is true and which one is false.

"Senior Brother Qiu, are you okay?"

The Qinghong Sect disciples around him looked careless, Qiu Baihao's face turned pale, he sat in the same place without saying a word, and his eyes were dull.

After awakening several times, Qiu Bohao walked out of his own world.

A strong sigh came out of his mouth.

"I lost!"

Qiu Baihao is not as good as Yin Jingwu, and he dare not admit that he lost.

If you lose, you lose. He believes that he can't do this.
To be continued...