In this way, Yang Li defeated Yi Fengwei with a direct kill in the chess match, which greatly improved the morale of the disciples in the Imperial Palace and made everyone feel more dignified.

The thirty-six deans of the Wen Palace and the many teachers watching in the dark all had smiles on their faces.

Over at Shoudao Confucian Academy, Yi Fengwei calmed down.

But after hearing that Yang Li said such irritating words after defeating him, his anger rose again.

But she still remembered Ling Tianfan's words and tried her best to restrain herself.

After all, food is the original sin! She lost to Yang Li, and she lost in such a humiliating way, she had nothing to say.

Disciples such as Tianlin Meng, Jing Tengzige, Jin Pengbai, etc. all looked ugly at the moment.

"Next, it's your eight turn! Who will come out to fight with me?"

Yang Li's eyes fell on Tianlin Meng, Jing Tengzige, Jin Pengbai and other eight people.

For a moment, the people from Tianlin Meng, Jing Tengzi Pavilion, and Jin Peng all hesitated.

After all, Yang Li instantly defeated Yi Fengwei, showing his great talent and will.

"Haha! The genius of the Taoist Confucian Academy is nothing more than this. No one even came out to challenge, he is really a loser! Let's do it this way. You eight people just need to tell me in public that you have given up. You are all inferior to me. Then

I'll leave now."

Yang Li said calmly.

But this tone was simply aggressive, not only slapping Tianlin, Meng and others in the face, but also slapping Shoudao Confucian Academy in the face.

"That's too much! Yang Li, let me compete with you!"

Jing Tengzige shouted angrily and stood up.

Literary fights can be lost.

But character cannot lose.

"It turns out that the disciples of the Taoist Confucian Academy are not all as timid as mice. Finally, there is a bolder mouse.

Tell me, what do you want to compare?"

Yang Li asked.

"gesture!"

Jing Tengzige said while holding back his anger.

In front of them, he actually said something like comparing the disciples of their Taoist Confucian Academy to mice. It was really insulting.

"What to draw?"

Yang Li asked.

An air of indifference.

“Just draw mountains!”

Jing Tengzige said.

Painting mountains is very simple.

But the simpler something is, the more basic skills can be seen.

And literary competitions test talent and character even more.

"Don't say that I'm bullying the younger ones, but I'll let you compose the picture!"

Yang Li said.

"unnecessary!"

Jing Tengzige coldly refused.

"I just want Wen Dou to look better.

Otherwise, just like the last game of chess, your people can't even take my chessboard and are completely defeated. What's there to see?"

Yang Li said.

"There's so much nonsense, why don't you compare?"

Jing Tengzi Pavilion really couldn't bear what Yang Li said.

Not only did he talk a lot, but every sentence he said was so ugly.

"Okay, let's compare.

Although it is a boring competition."

Yang Li looked uninterested.

Such contempt is even more of an insult to Akira Fujikoge.

Jing Tengzige calmed down.

He pinched a seal.

Around the body, a dharma image appeared.

The image is a crystal vine, glowing with emerald green.

growing.

The powerful vitality spreads like the void.

Then, pieces of vine-leaf-like runes flew into the void like green brush strokes.

Green as ink.

Suddenly, in the half of the void in Jingtengzi Pavilion, heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, lakes, birds and animals began to appear.

vivid.

It's as if the imaginary has turned into reality.

The scenes in the painting are all real.

However, there is still one finishing touch missing from this half of the picture.

Paint mountains! We have mountains and rivers, but we still lack a main peak.

Yang Li also raised his hand.

The folding fan in his hand is opened.

A gentle blow.

Five colors of wind blew out.

Blow into the void.

The entire void fluctuated, and then a picturesque world was created in the rippling colors.

They are also mountains, rivers, lakes, birds and animals.

"combine!"

Jing Tengzige shouted loudly.

In the void, the half-painted world he constructed collided with Yang Li's half-painted world.

The combination of the two creates a complete picture.

Of course.

This is a literary fight.

The two half-painted worlds have different concepts, different styles, and different artistic conceptions. Who can replace the other's painted world depends on whose talent is stronger, whose Taoism and character are stronger.

Everyone stared at the moment when the scrolls on both sides met.

Boom! It was just as everyone expected.

At the moment when the worlds of paintings collided, the world of paintings on Akatsuki Pavilion collapsed.

The world of Yang Li's half-step paintings swept down, and the five-color landscape instantly replaced the world of Jingtengzi Pavilion.

The entire world of painting has become Yang Li's world.

"puff!"

Jing Tengzige burst out with blood from his heart.

Like Yi Fengwei before, he was directly injured.

"Weak, too weak! I told you that I wanted to give you a break, but you just didn't listen.

Look, you can’t even bear the composition of half of my painting now, so how can you talk about the next painting battle?”

Yang Li looked like he was shaking his head and preaching.

This made Jing Tengzige even more angry, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

It's really insulting.
To be continued...