This painting was once again experienced by Ji Feng, who once again experienced Han Xiangzi's paintings after many years. Every stroke and every painting had a momentum of moving forward. Even if there was a deep abyss and endless seas ahead, they rushed straight forward.

This moment belongs to a world of fools, a world of focusing on something and forgetting oneself.

What's even more amazing is that the pen does not use other pigments, but changes color as the heart of the person holding the pen moves.

Ji Feng stared at the friend who was smiling on his face in front of him. At this moment, he was full of pride, but more of it was relieved. He was happy that such a friend was discarded by him and could be lucky enough to find him back.

This painting was not at all until the next morning, and Han Xiangzi did not have any rest. In his opinion, painting was everything, and the so-called concept of time did not exist.

Ji Feng also accompanied him from beginning to end, because every stroke of his stroke is full of unexpressible beauty, which makes people feel extremely comfortable to see. Only a true master of painting can achieve this level of unity between man and nature. Obviously, Han Xiangzi has unknowingly reached the extreme of painting.

After carefully finishing the last stroke, the madness in Han Xiangzi's eyes gradually faded. It seemed that another soul was possessed by her body just now. She held a pen and looked at the golden figure nearly two meters high. Han Xiangzi nodded with satisfaction.

Ji Feng came over and looked at the different Houyi. He raised his right hand unconsciously, stretched out his thumb, and gave a big thumb.

On the painting, the image in Houyi's game was drawn. He was wearing golden armor, which looked so domineering and sharp. The divine bow behind him had a supreme aura of shooting through the sky, and his side face was extremely pure, with a fighting look, looking down at the distance, behind him was a vaguely dense forest and mountains...

He is a real God of War, and there is nothing else. Just this painting gives people the first impression. Just looking at it like this makes people feel excited. It feels that the blood in his body seems to be burning and surging, and he wants to follow his footsteps, join him, follow him, obey him, fight with him side by side.

Han Xiangzi drew a god of war and an invisible soul of war. Ji Feng was completely impressed by his body. At this moment, the entire hall was quiet, and both of them looked at the arrogant figure in obscenely.

"Can you not give this painting to you?" After silence, Han Xiangzi suddenly made a sound, which scared Ji Feng. He hurriedly reached out to grab it, and an unnatural flashed across his face.

"Well, brother, don't joke."

Unexpectedly, Han Xiangzi was one step faster and pushed Ji Feng out directly, reached out to pick up the painting, and looked at it reluctantly.

"For some reason, this may be the best painting I have ever painted in my paintings. Maybe it will never be able to reach this level again in my life."

"Don't let it go, brother, there are several heroes in the game, you can also draw it down. Only Houyi can eat it well in the whole Heavenly Court and take on business for me!" Ji Feng was a little anxious, afraid that this kid would not give it to him if he had a bad mind.

When Han Xiangzi heard this, his eyes lit up. Yes, he could draw other heroes, especially the legendary Monkey King. His achievements back then were really admirable.

Although he was his enemy, he relied on his own power to fight into the fifth level of heaven, a secret partial hall of the Emperor of Heaven, which broke through the terrible secret of Fairy Chang'e living inside. Until now, the Queen Mother seems to have not given the Emperor of Heaven a good face.

Yes, let’s draw Sun Dasheng next. I can’t stop here. I’m painting the Tao, but there’s no end to it.

"Thank you, I'll frame it for you!" Han Xiangzi thanked Ji Feng who woke him up, and then walked backwards. The space wriggled, and a secret room quietly opened. Han Xiangzi walked in with the painting in his arms.

Seeing this, Ji Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but the accident just now made his heart pound and he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"I'm crazy!"

The mounting was very fast, especially before Han Xiangzi, he wrote three extremely sharp words "War!" next to him, which made people breathe more quickly and feel full of fighting spirit. It was a stroke of genius. Only after taking the painting and holding it in his hand, Ji Feng could truly feel relieved.

Of course, he was pulled over with Han Xiangzi after a while. This kid's stubborn temperament became sick again. For him, who was capricious, Ji Feng was really afraid to experience it.

"Remember, I want to book a venue and leave me a place at that time!"

Under Han Xiangzi's stubborn and reluctant gaze, Ji Feng kept nodding and perfunctory, he hurriedly fled in a panic in his arms with the painting scroll. From yesterday to now, it was simply tormenting.

"Remember it for me!"

Behind him, Han Xiangzi was still reminding him, afraid that Ji Feng would forget it, and Ji Feng, whose head was so big, shivered his hand on the boat, hurriedly grabbed the speed of the boat, looking down from above, there was a black shadow on the entire water surface, like an arrow, pushing away the endless lotus leaves and disappearing into the clouds...

When he returned to Wenquxing Hall, Ji Feng had a good rest first. After all, with his current physical condition, he really couldn't stand it.

When I woke up, I felt refreshed and took out the painting. I admired it again and praised it constantly. This is many times higher than the so-called spiritual painters in the mortal world. The so-called heaven and underground are not of the same level.

Then, the rest was only one nodded and agreed, so he decided to go to Houyi. As long as he agreed to hang his portrait in front of his store as the God of Wealth, everything would be fine.

Of course, you can’t just hang his portrait in front of the door without asking for other people’s consent. There is also a portrait right in the mortal world, and even more so in the fairy world. What’s more, he is a celebrity like him. If you say that in the game, it would be great if you don’t call Houyi. Hang it in front of the door and just say it’s similar, that would be much easier.

After the decision, Ji Feng took the portrait and started a trip to visit Houyi, the battalion commander of the Divine Arrow Camp in Beitianmen.

Beitianmen is indeed in the north, and it is surrounded by endless wastelands. It is a wilderness that even the immortals have not yet discovered. It is natural for the immortals to be transformed into their own area because of their geographical location. However, if you ask him to walk around his own area, you will probably not be killed by ten gods and nine of them.

Because there are crises, wild beasts, space cracks, swamps, as well as many races and other unknown things that have not been discovered, and every heaven has its figure, and it is unknown how big and high it is.

Of course, some of the closest distances were detained by the immortals with their great immortal power, and used them as a trial site alone to clean up the high-level wild beasts inside regularly, leaving some low-level ones as the trial place for students of the Immortal Spirit Academy, just like the immortal hunting ground near the North Heaven Gate, which is such an existence.

The four major heavenly gates all face different regions, such as the Nantian Gate. Even though they have not yet found out, the weak water flowing from which crack or the heavy sky is constantly flowing, they do not know where they come from or where they go.

When Ji Feng came to the Beitianmen, he saw the space in front of him fluctuating constantly, faintly, and the supreme milky white Tianmen, and he felt a little panic in his heart.

"Who is here?" The next moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded!
Chapter completed!