Seeing Wang Chen's expression, the people from the Calligraphy and Painting Association around him were also shocked.

A middle-aged man in his forties hurriedly helped Wang Chen up and asked with concern: "Vice President Wang, are you okay!"

Wang Chen then calmed down and looked at Yang Lin with some horror. Then he understood why Yang Lin asked him if he had a heart disease. If he had no mental preparation, he could have been scared of a heart disease.

"I, I'm fine!" Wang Chen withdrew his gaze and spoke seriously: "The realm of this painting has completely exceeded my imagination. I think I am inferior to that!"

Is it better to think of myself?

As soon as these words were said, everyone's faces changed slightly. Who is Vice President Wang? If you can be the vice president of the China Calligraphy and Painting Association, it is not enough to rely on your relationship. You must have enough painting skills. Even this world-renowned Baisha master knows that Wang Chen's painting skills are much better than them.

Wang Chen thinks he is inferior to his painting skills!

The middle-aged man who was holding Wang Chen couldn't help but walk towards the desk curiously.

scare!

When he saw this painting, the cousin on the middle-aged man's face suddenly changed. He subconsciously took a small step back, and a terrified expression appeared on his face, and his appearance was not much better than Wang Chen just now.

Seeing the expression of this middle-aged man, the people around him were even more curious. What Yang Lin drew was enough to move the two masters.

Baisha and Wu Zhenglin's faces also changed slightly, and a bad feeling arose.

"Let's take a look together!" Yang Lin waved at the others with a smile.

These people didn't care about their images at this time. One painting was enough to move the two masters, so this painting must be very unusual.

suck!

The moment they saw it, everyone took a breath of cold air. In an instant, the person who saw this painting felt a chill that rushed directly from his spine to his head, and the hairs on his body stood upside down.

The painting made by Yang Lin is just a very simple picture of a tiger going down the mountain!

However, the moment they saw this painting, they heard a violent and powerful tiger roar at the same time. Suddenly, it seemed like a real tiger rushed out of the mountains and forests, with murderous intent everywhere. At this time, the tiger opened its bloody mouth, and they could even smell the strong smell of fishy smell. The tiger down the mountain seemed to tear them apart.

ah!

In an instant, everyone took a step back together, and a shocked expression appeared on their faces, and they all looked at Yang Lin with lingering fear.

It is really unimaginable that such a painting was written by a young man under twenty years old.

Yang Lin's painting does not use any color tones, but the simplest use of the ink color is light, thick, dry, wet, and burnt. However, these five colors vividly outline a tiger descending the mountain.

"I'm convinced!" Wang Chen also came to his senses completely at this time, but there was a little more respect in his eyes when he looked at Yang Lin.

As the saying goes, the master is the teacher, Wang Chen also let go of his figure at this time.

Yang Lin's painting skills indeed surpassed all of them and also impressed everyone.

At this time, the entire table was surrounded. These masters of calligraphy and painting who were usually above the top were as if they were a devout believer at this time, they looked at Yang Lin's paintings carefully and studied the ink in every place.

"Wonderful, so amazing, how did this do it!"

"God, I think my painting skills are so great. Now I realize that I am just watching the sky from a well!"

Wang Chen looked at the picture of the tiger going down the mountain from a distance. Although he was prepared, as soon as he saw the painting, the sound of a tiger roar came faintly in his ears. After watching it for a long time, he felt a sense of fear in his heart.

At this moment, Wang Chen actually felt an inexplicable sense of fear. If he had watched this painting for a long time, would he be scared to death?

At this time, the reporters outside also leaned forward curiously, so they exclaimed again.

Then there is constant photoshoot!

Even if a person who does not understand art at all, he can feel his extraordinary paintings.

Baisha and Wu Zhenglin, the master and apprentice, looked at the picture of the tiger going down the mountain with pale faces.

This is the real art. In comparison, Wu Zhenglin's paintings are simply like mud that a child wants to call out to a skyscraper, and the two are not of the same level as those of Yang Lin's paintings.

At this time, Yang Lin leaned on a pillar with some fatigue, gasping slightly, and fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

In fact, such a painting also consumed a lot of energy for Yang Lin.

In such a painting, Yang Lin incorporates his spirit into his pen. When painting, he must carefully consider the momentum of a tiger going down the mountain and turn his spirit into the spirit of a tiger. Only in this way can the tiger have such power.

I was in good spirits, but now Yang Lin felt that his qi and blood were floating, and there was a faint sign of instability. He couldn't help but gently pinched his temples and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Although this painting was only ten minutes long, Yang Lin felt that he was even more tired than his "Nine Going to Hell".

"Sure enough, you can certainly reach the sky with a painting, but it is too difficult for me. This road is not very suitable for me!" Yang Lin touched the sweat on his forehead again.

"Yang Lin, what's wrong with you?" At this time, Qin Leyan saw Yang Lin sweating wildly, and couldn't help but take out a handkerchief and gently wipe Yang Lin's forehead.

"Nothing!" Yang Lin just smiled slightly, and continued to speak, "Just a little tired!"

After a long time, Wang Chen came to Yang Lin dejectedly, swallowed his saliva, and spoke in a striking tone: "In the past, I only heard that the highest level of painting skills. Painting landscapes can make people feel the power of mountains, listening to the surging rivers, painting flowers, trees, birds and insects can make people smell the fragrance of flowers, and listening to the sound of birds and insects. In the past, I thought this was just an idealization of painting skills, but now it seems that it is true!"

"No, you were wrong!" Yang Lin on the side couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard Wang Chen's words and said indifferently: "This is not the highest realm. The highest realm of the painter is to add the finishing touch. After the finishing touch, it is the real dragon!"

"This, this is impossible!" If someone else said this, Wang Chen would probably sneer, but it would be a different feeling when he said this from Yang Lin's mouth.

Could it be that there is really such a painter in this world?

"You haven't seen me before, how can you know it's impossible?" Yang Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead again and looked at Wang Chen and said, "So, should you announce who lost and who won this game?"

"Master Yang!" Wang Chen coughed softly and continued to speak: "Do you still need to compare? This is simply an insult to you!"

At this moment, Wang Chen's tone to Yang Lin also changed. He directly called Master Yang, which made Yang Lin feel a little uncomfortable.

"Then, I won!" Yang Lin looked at Wang Chen with a smile. Recommended two books [bookid=2680629, bookname="Dark Journey to the West"][bookid=2652536, bookname="Bashi Sword Master"]
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