"Jiang Chen, I hope you can communicate with other people through your spiritual consciousness soon."
Just as Yu Chihong's provocation ended, someone else from the crowd stood up and said to Jiang Chen.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful for your help just now, but it's better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. What I want more is to get your share of acumen."
In comparison, his attitude is much friendlier.
"Okay, this is your choice." Jiang Chen said calmly.
"Let me meet you, my name is Han Siming." He said.
"Han Siming!"
The people around were shocked by this name, and someone asked: "Are you Han Siming, who is ranked 47th on the Shenglong List?"
"it's me."
Han Siming nodded, with a smooth and fair face showing sharp edges and coldness.
When being watched, he is neither arrogant nor humble, and his expression is as usual.
Because we couldn't see each other's state in the courtyard, if we hadn't exchanged names, we wouldn't have noticed that there was such a person.
The top 50 and bottom 50 on the Shenglong List are the watershed.
The person who ranks fifty is several times more powerful than the person who ranks fifty-first.
The reason is that many arrogant people don't want their names to leave traces at the back, and want to rush to the front in one go.
The first fifty is the bottom line for most people.
This also makes the top fifty people very strong.
"Then, whoever wants to listen to my advice and who doesn't want to, please express your opinion so that I can know what I mean." Jiang Chen said.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Han Siming's example was admired, but when it came to their own interests, they didn't have much confidence to rely on themselves.
"I do not need."
"Me too."
"And I."
Of course, there were also people following Han Siming, and when they raised their hands, people discovered that they were all on the Shenglong A-level list.
What surprised Jiang Chen was that Yin Shuang did not express his position and still chose to listen to himself.
"You'd better take a look at your lot," the old man said.
After hearing his reminder, the others took out the signs. Some were confused, while others' expressions changed greatly.
For those whose expressions have not changed, the four words on the sign are still: Slight success.
But for other people, the words above become: First glimpse of the door.
Their Tianwu artistic conception has actually declined!
It is the improvement brought by the artistic conception martial arts that changes the difficulty of Tianwu artistic conception.
"In the next day, let's digest today's content." The old man said.
Everyone had no objection and chose to sit on the ground.
Artistic conception martial arts refers to the degree of mastery of the attribute elements that exist between heaven and earth.
The way of martial arts includes swords, fists and palms, spears and sticks.
Artistic conception of martial arts helps martial arts.
The way of martial arts is then combined with the unity of heaven and man to form the artistic conception of heaven and martial arts.
The words on Jiang Chen's signature have not changed, but one can also feel the impact of the improved artistic conception of gold.
After a day and a night, those who had regressed on the sign came back. The others' condition remained unchanged, but they all clearly felt that their combat power had become stronger.
Under the leadership of the old man, everyone came to the second room.
Desks were placed there in a circle, with drawing paper and pens and ink placed on them.
Inside the area surrounded by desks, various weapons were suspended in the air.
"Weapons that imitate your martial arts." the old man said.
"But senior, I don't know how to draw."
Painting cannot be done just by following the pattern. There are many skills involved in it. Without practice, you can't even draw.
"You can take your time. There is a lot of paper. You have three days this time." The old man said.
After hearing this, many people cried out in agony, and then looked at their squad leader for help.
Jiang Chen walked to the desk, stared at the weapons, and felt the profound meaning within them.
After a while, he turned around and said to some people through his spiritual consciousness: "Don't worry, painting skills are irrelevant, because we don't have to draw to understand, but we can draw after understanding."
Once you understand it, you will understand it stroke by stroke and draw weapons easily.
His words gave hope to many worried people, and they all immediately came to the desk and observed through the ideas given by Jiang Chen, and found that it was indeed the case.
The ecstatic faces made Yu Chihong's face turn pale.
He can't draw either and is having trouble.
Confused, he looked at those people who suddenly became enlightened and smiled, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.
"I can do it too."
Yu Chihong thought this way, sitting at a desk, holding a paintbrush, but when his eyes touched the white paper, his mind went blank.
It took almost half an hour for him to realize the key point.
"Wufang will not make things difficult for others. Painting skills are not the key."
So, he looked at the weapon, and his soul condensed away. Not long after, along with the sword intention, many marks seemed to appear on the white paper.
His pen traced the traces, and he quickly saw some details of the sword hilt.
"I see."
Yu Chihong was relieved, but when he looked at Jiang Chen sitting opposite, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.
"This guy must have a close relationship with Wufang. Knowing this in advance, let him be the squad leader to show off!"
He would not believe that Jiang Chen was so smart and could see the key at a glance.
His eyes fell on Yin Shuang next to Jiang Chen. He had noticed this beauty when she arrived.
It was just to catch Yin Shuang's attention that he said the words "A cat and a dog" to get ahead.
But now, Yinshuang is getting closer and closer to Jiang Chen.
Although the two didn't talk much, Yuchihong noticed the admiration and respect in Yin Shuang's eyes.
"When you get out, I will trample you under my feet and see how you handle yourself!" Yuchihong thought to himself.
"Um?"
During this period of distraction, Yu Chihong found that all the traces in his mind had disappeared and he was unable to write.
"Do you want to finish it all at once?"
Yu Chihong couldn't help but think that other people were like this too, they couldn't think about other things, they tightened their minds and focused on the brush.
After a few hours, everyone was exhausted and complaining.
Although there is no need for painting skills, every time I put down a pen, I feel a strong spiritual power.
And even if it's just the last stroke, once it's interrupted, you have to start all over again. After repeating it several times, people will almost collapse.
Fortunately, there was also a ball of white paper beside their squad leader's desk. It seemed that things were not going well.
"Let's all rest for a while. Don't think that it will be fine after painting. You will still need to color through the artistic conception martial arts just now."
"Three days is not an easy task," the old man said.
"Senior, has this been the case for the past fifteen days? No food or drink?" When everyone was resting, someone asked curiously.
"What? Are you still afraid of starving to death or dying of thirst in the Tongtian realm?" the old man asked with great interest.
The man sneered and stopped talking.
Even if you are in the Tongtian realm doing high-intensity work, you can go without eating, drinking or sleeping for fifteen days without any problem, let alone resting like this.
The key is that some of these people come from big powers. They drink tea and eat cakes every day. When they are interested, they will also eat a delicious meal specially prepared for practitioners.