Zhu Jia's words were obviously deliberately making things difficult for Wang Xiu. The few people present could hear it. The old man shook his head without caring much, and did not really listen.

"Hello, old man, I am Wang Xiu."

"You are welcome, young man, I actually agree with what Zhu Jia said last time, but Jia Jia is not really malicious. What you said is a bit heavy."

Wang Xiu spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "Old man, I was angry last time. Wang Chao was my friend, but he was used so much, so... I have apologized to Zhu Jia, it was because she has never forgiven me."

"snort!"

"Jia Jia, everyone apologized, don't be angry."

"Okay, I'll just listen to Grandpa Li, Wang Xiu, I'll forgive you."

As he spoke, the atmosphere became a little more familiar, Wang Chao took the initiative to step forward, walked quickly to the old man, bowed and bowed: "Senior, I'm rude." However, as he spoke, he stretched out his hands and put them towards the old man's hands.

It is the interview and test of the Chinese art world, and it is a hand-to-hand test.

The old man also said happily when he saw the hunt, "Okay! Very pure boxing posture."

Zhu Jia looked aside with a little nervousness. Although she knew that there would be no danger in getting a hand, she was still a little worried. But when she accidentally turned her eyes to Wang Xiu, she was shocked to find that this guy took out the drawing board in his arms at some point, just like an art painter, holding the pen with all his attention. While watching the two of them get a hand, she kept drawing in her hands.

After Zhu Jia was slightly stunned, he walked behind Wang Xiu curiously, and looked at the brush in his hand, rustling like a phantom. In the blink of an eye, the outline of a young man and an old man's hand was already vividly revealed on the paper.

Wang Chao and the old man didn't have a long time to work together, and they had already let go in less than a minute.

I heard Wang Chao say: "Senior, I've lost."

Zhu Jia turned to look at Grandpa Li, and saw him nodding slightly, and was obviously satisfied with Wang Chao's performance: "How many years have you practiced?"

At this time, Zhu Jia looked back at Wang Xiu's drawing and was surprised to find that the brush on his drawing board was finishing the finishing, but it was actually completed? How long has it been? Is it in one minute? Is it drawn? It's too fast, I've never seen such a fast drawing speed.

"You, your printing machine?" Zhu Jia said in surprise.

"Where, where, but you are familiar with it." Wang Xiu put away his brush and rubbed his hands. This explosive brush speed naturally cannot be the norm. It is a multifaceted reason, including the reason why his wrists and fingers have reached the peak of Mingjin, the reason why his spiritual attributes are far greater than ordinary people, the power of the soul, and the alternative support that he never forgets after breaking through the realm of the soul.

Simply put, under normal conditions, it actually takes at least ten minutes to draw, but Wang Xiu used special means to speed up the process and also slightly injured his hand. Isn't it that he has been rubbing his hands? He is a little swollen.

"The painting is so fast, who knows the quality...uh..." Zhu Jia didn't finish her words because she couldn't say it after she had read it and she could no longer say it.

On the drawing paper, the backgrounds of the old man and the young man were blurred, and his face was blurred, but the two hands, with completely different hands, were extremely clear. The young man's hands were strong, and the old man's hands were vigorous. When they were put together, the old man's vigorous hands seemed to be tightening and shrinking, as if some invisible force pierced out, and the young man's powerful hands trembled slightly...

In fact, in such a short time, I drew such a portrait that highlighted the essence and key points of the hand-to-hand, and the portrait also had a name written on it - "Hand-to-hand".

It's really a simplicity.

After Zhu Jia looked at the name, she burst out laughing out loud: "Wang Xiu, your painting is absolutely vivid, but for this word... the primary school students are not as good as those."

Wang Xiu didn't care at all: "It's okay, I want to be a cartoonist, not a calligrapher, and it's not surprising that my writing is ugly. I used to write online articles, and I typed on computers every day, and I rarely touched my pens. Naturally, my writing is bad. Later, after becoming a cartoonist, I touched my brushes, and it's not surprising that my writing is ugly."

"Huh, the word "is like the person" and the word "is ugly", the person is even more ugly."

"You are just talking lies with your eyes open. Why don't you say that the painting is like the person? Look at my painting." Wang Xiu said angrily.

"Hmph...just draw some more."

...

"...Water is not the knee! This is the peak of the spiritual transformation!"

At this time, the old man talked a little louder, and the old man's voice almost doubled, and he was obviously very surprised.

But it turned out that the old man asked who Wang Chao was at and what level he was at. Wang Chao said Tang Zichen's realm and shocked the old man.

"I didn't expect that there are still people who have practiced their kung fu to such an extent now! Could it be that I am old? It seems that I am old!"

Zhu Jia approached and heard this, and asked Wuxiu in confusion: "What is the transformation of energy? Water is just a knee, what is that?"

"That is the realm of national martial arts. Wang Chao's boxing was taught by another expert. There are three realms of light and darkness in national martial arts. Cultivation is almost the limit of ordinary people, and water is just a way to show the manifestation of Cultivation."

"Oh... it seems very powerful." Zhu Jia is not good at martial arts. She is not as good as Zhang Tong in this regard, and she doesn't understand it.

...

"There is a saying in the boxing classics: the muscles and bones should be loose, the skin and fur should be attacked, and the joints should be connected, and the emptiness and spirit are in the middle."

After hearing Grandpa Li say such an idiom, Zhu Jia said something in detail to Wang Chao, "the fur is blowing up", "the fur is about to attack", "the movement of yin and yang", "naturally erupted", Wang Chao murmured to himself as if he had some insight, and said something like "the big ball of lead and mercury", "big soft and big pine"...

Zhu Jia didn't understand it, and she was very confused.

Then Wang Chao fought in a strange position, pressed the ribs with his right hand, raised his left hand flat, tightened his muscles, and contracted his body slightly.

OK, Zhu Jia can see here, what Wang Chao has understood.

Zhu Jia also saw Grandpa Li’s face slightly dim when he saw Wang Chao’s understanding. After a while, he muttered something, ‘At the peak, his martial arts also became magical.’ ‘After getting old, his kung fu deteriorated’, and so on.

In the blink of an eye, Grandpa Li finished speaking: "Young man, boxing is not a myth. No matter how high a master has a high level of cultivation, he cannot resist the passage of time and the invasion of time..."

After saying that, Grandpa Li actually stepped forward to make progress and started fighting with Wang Chao.

"Hey? Why are you fighting again? Wang Xiu, Wang Xiu, come forward and stop them, you..." Zhu Jia turned around and saw that, this guy took out the drawing board again, and waving the brush quickly started drawing.

Zhu Jia looked at the old and young people fighting in front of him, and then looked at Wang Xiu, who was excited and focused on painting the comics, almost in a state of aphasia.
Chapter completed!