"Qingli, what did you say?" Du Lishe, who was standing next to Qingli, didn't hear clearly and looked at Qingli and asked.
"I think the word Wuhua Buddha is not as well written as Han Sen." Qingli replied.
Qingli's words were heard by the disciples of the nearby Yuexiayuan, but they only thought that Qingli was saying that Han Sen's calligraphy was good. The disciples of Yuexiayuan said: "Qingli, Wuhua's hand holding flowers with fingers is not just about calligraphy."
It’s so simple, the main thing is the artistic conception is great, whether the words are good or not is only secondary.”
Qingli replied: "I am also referring to the artistic conception. The artistic conception in Wuhua Buddhazi is not as powerful as the artistic conception in Hansen."
Everyone couldn't believe it after hearing this. Except for Black Steel, no one among them knew that Han Sen had such terrifying sword intent.
Rebecca looked at Qingli and said, "Qingli, when have you seen Han Sen's calligraphy? What's the artistic conception in his calligraphy?"
"I just met him a few days ago. The artistic conception in his words is that of a tooth knife." Qingli said.
Rebecca shook her head after hearing this and said: "I'm afraid it's impossible. How long has Han Sen been practicing the tooth sword? And he is only a baron. Not to mention that it is impossible for him to condense the sword intention now, even if he can condense the sword intention.
, it is impossible to compare with Wu Hua's artistic conception of holding flowers with fingers. After all, it is an artistic conception that can only be derived with king-level will and experience. Han Sen is not a Buddhist, how can a baron possess such sword intent?
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"That's true, but I always feel that the artistic conception in Han Sen's carvings is higher than that of Wu Hua." After all, Qingli's cultivation level is still low. She just feels it and is not so sure.
Han Sen and Gu Qingcheng were also looking at Wuhua's inscriptions. Gu Qingcheng was a little surprised and said, "The artistic conception of this little monk is not bad."
Gu Qingcheng said this very naturally. In her opinion, Wu Hua's artistic conception can only be regarded as good.
In terms of pure power, the creatures in the sanctuary are much inferior to those in the Gene Universe, but in terms of artistic conception and understanding of martial arts, there is no difference between the sanctuary and the Gene Universe.
Gu Qingcheng's swordsmanship skills are top-notch in the shelter, and her swordsmanship is also top-notch. Her strength is not strong in the genetic universe, but her understanding of swordsmanship and swordsmanship are definitely not inferior to those of kings, and even
Even stronger.
Most of the creatures coming out of the shelter are like this. Of course, there are some exceptions, such as Wang Yuhang. His understanding of martial arts is not particularly strong, but he is still much better than the average viscount or count.
"Not bad? You really have such a loud tone. Wuhua's artistic conception is just not bad, so what is considered good?" The tauren at the table said angrily.
Gu Qingcheng obviously had no interest in discussing martial arts with a cow, and did not even pay attention to the tauren.
Han Sen was slightly startled after watching Wu Hua's performance.
When he was reading "The Infinite Sutra", he felt that the Buddhist gene technique was a bit strange. Now that he saw Wu Hua's demonstration, he immediately understood why he felt strange.
From King Yifo to Wuhua, although the powers they used were somewhat different, the feeling was familiar to Han Sen and reminded him of a very scary guy.
Han Sen sank his thoughts into the sea of souls. There was an ancient tower hanging in the void, with the word "Destiny" written on the plaque on the tower.
As his consciousness sank into the Destiny Tower, Han Sen immediately saw the armored man and the ancient demon trapped on the top floor of the Destiny Tower.
Ever since the ancient demon was taken into the Tower of Destiny by Han Sen, the armored man wished he could skin the ancient demon and eat its flesh with chopsticks. Unfortunately, they were imprisoned separately. The armored man could not touch the ancient demon at all. He could only roar and curse at the ancient demon all day long.
The ancient demon had been trapped for so long, but he didn't seem worried at all. He sat cross-legged and meditated every day, like an old monk in meditation, completely ignoring the armored man's roars and curses.
For a period of time, Han Sen often observed the ancient demon, but later he discovered that this guy was like sitting in death meditation, unable to move for so many years, and then he gradually paid less attention to it.
After watching Wu Hua's demonstration today, Han Sen finally thought about why he had that strange feeling, because the feeling given to Han Sen by those guys from the Buddhist tribe was very similar to that of the ancient demon.
"Does the ancient demon have Buddhist genes in its body?" Han Sen secretly guessed.
The ancient demon seemed to have sensed something. He opened his eyes and looked at Han Sen. After being imprisoned for so many years, his eyes were still clear, like clear springs without a trace of dust.
But if you look at it for a long time, you will find that the clear spring seems to have no bottom, as deep as the abyss of the sea.
"What do you want to know?" Ancient Demon said suddenly.
Han Sen was startled for a moment, a little surprised in his heart: "The Ancient Demon is trapped in the Tower of Destiny, and he can actually sense that I'm spying on him. He's really a scary guy."
Han Sen had no intention of evading, and the voice transformed by his thoughts echoed in the Destiny Tower: "Ancient Demon, do you know about the Buddha Clan?"
"I know." Ancient Demon replied.
Han Sen was even more surprised because he just asked casually. The Ancient Demon had just been promoted to the Alliance and was captured by him in the Tower of Destiny. It was impossible for him to have been to the Gene Universe. How could he know about the existence of the Buddha Clan?
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"What do you know about the Buddhist clan?" Han Sen continued to ask.
A smile appeared on the corner of the ancient demon's mouth: "Back then, I summoned the gods to come, and the god who was summoned claimed to be a Buddhist."
Han Sen was really surprised this time. He didn't know until now that the ancient demons and the others summoned a Buddhist clan. In other words, what Asura killed and devoured was a Buddhist clan.
But how could the Buddhas in the Gene Universe be summoned to the sanctuary? This makes no sense at all. Theoretically speaking, it is impossible for the Buddhas to enter the sanctuary, let alone a sanctuary below the alliance.
"What I'm talking about is the Buddhist clan, not Buddhism." Han Sen asked again as if to confirm.
"I was born without hair, and there are nine black moles on my head like ring scars, but are you talking about the Buddhist clan?" the ancient demon said calmly.
Han Sen was finally sure that the ancient demons really knew about the existence of the Buddha clan. No matter whether they were summoning real Buddha clan or not, the ancient demons were definitely not wrong when they knew about the Buddhist clan.
"How did you summon that god to come to the Fourth Sanctuary?" Han Sen asked again.
"Want to know? As long as you give me my freedom, I can tell you everything you want to know." The ancient demon's expression remained as usual, with almost no change.
"You don't have the power to bargain with me." Han Sen said coldly.
"If you don't give me freedom, then you must ask again." The ancient demon said and closed his eyes slightly, as if he had fallen into trance again.
Han Sen was a little helpless. He had used death threats and torture, but for people like the Ancient Demon, they were of no use. When he tortured the Ancient Demon, the Ancient Demon was still able to enter meditation.
In terms of the strength of his willpower, the ancient demon is definitely at the level of a demon king. Even the kings in the genetic universe cannot compare with him.