"What?"

Robert's little frown.

"I've already said that I haven't finished this painting. I've been waiting for you. After you finish, I'll finish the last stroke." Mr. Wen's expression is indifferent, and his disdain for Robert can't be described by words. He is full of talent.

"Oh?" Robert turned to look at the big screen, and Mr. Wen's picture appeared clearly in front of him.

No matter how you look at it, this painting can't be compared with yourself.

He will lose.

As soon as he reached out his hand, he said faintly, "OK, now please, finish this painting."

Mr. Wen's words have naturally caused a burst of abuse, and even some people have cried out: "Chinese, get out of the stage!"

In their view, this Chinese is just dying to admit defeat, is using this despicable way to delay time.

Anyway, there is no time limit for painting. You have to paint until daybreak. Do you want us to wait until daybreak together?

When all the people leave, you can not admit defeat, right?

What a shame!

But Mr. Wen didn't move as they imagined.

He picked up the pen and just played down the point in the painting.

Just for a moment.

That originally because of the heavy snow, and slightly drooping pine, but in this pen, suddenly changed straight up, like a head high, indomitable, brave man.

No matter how the wind and snow deceive me, I will straighten my back and never give way. Even if I bend down, I disdain to do it.

In a stroke, the artistic conception is completely different.

Before, although there was a kind of desolate feeling that Fengxue was swaying and bent down, but it was not a little bit worse than the fierce momentum that even the waist refused to bend now!

It's just, if that's all, it's still not comparable to Robert.

After all, Robert's paintings can draw people's mind into them involuntarily!

This Chinese painting is very good, but there is still a big gap between it and Mr. Robert!

Mr. Wen turned to look at Robert and said with a smile, "Mr. Robert, now you have a look. Who is the loser and who is the winner?"

Robert has been staring at the picture on the big screen.

After Mr. Wen finished the painting, it rose to a new level, but

Or I win!

Robert has this self-confidence, he light mouth way: "Mr. Wen, accept..."

This time it was in Chinese.

Although he felt that Mr. Wen was inferior to himself, he already deserved some respect from himself. So this time, he used Chinese for the first time since he came to the stage.

However, before he finished his sentence, his eyes suddenly widened, his mouth grew up, and his old face was full of horror

It's not just him!

Everyone present!

Audiences all over the world in front of the TV.

It's all like that. It's all like that.

Because in their eyes, there was an incredible scene.

More than ten meters above the painting, a high mountain suddenly appeared.

Cold wind, heavy snow, blink of an eye, between heaven and earth, is a vast expanse of white,

it seems to be a unique space, a unique scene, but the people on the scene, but they all feel waves of ice and snow coming around their bodies, so that they can't help shivering.

On the cliff, there are several green pines. Under the torture of this weather, they are still motionless and upright, which shocked everyone.

This

is as like as two peas in the picture.

The whole painting, turned into a real scene, appeared in front of everyone.

No one thought that there would be such a scene, and no one thought that an ordinary Chinese painting would appear in front of them like an illusory projection.

Yes.

True.

It's more real than Mr. Robert's!

Mr. Robert is just a temporary distraction, mistaking that the scene in the painting is real, but now, this Chinese Mr. Wen has extracted all the scenes in the painting, and they really appear in front of them.

Which is higher or lower

They have no time to think, just greedily looking at the mountain, feeling the snow, feeling the unyielding spirit.

It's not easy for Mr. Wen to achieve this scene. Of course, it's too far away from Lin Chengfei's waving that people can enter the painting directly, or even kill the enemy with the artistic conception in the painting.

After all, Mr. Wen is not a monk.But even so, it's shocking enough.

It's known all over the world.

From now on, who doesn't know Mr. Wen? Who dares to squint at him?

Mr. Wen's big sleeves are floating and his expression is indifferent. He seems to be indifferent to his reputation and situation in the future!

It just happens. Ever since he was reminded by Lin Chengfei that when he was asked to paint, he must concentrate and not be distracted, he always kept in mind and told himself that he should keep a little inner clarity, otherwise, with the help of master Xiao San, he finally reached the present state of words, which could be destroyed once.

That scene lasted for a minute.

When the scene in the painting completely disappeared, a group of people still couldn't recover.

Robert, in particular, looked up at the sky like a fool. After a long time, his whole body began to shake, and he didn't know whether he was angry or frightened.

Walker, Ryan and others are also agitated in their hearts, but after the agitation, there is an extreme fear in their hearts.

This Mr. Wen can do this step!

Doesn't that mean Mr. Robert will lose.

If he loses, those who voluntarily agree to Lin Chengfei's provocation are the culprits!

They were both frightened and scared. They ran forward and pointed to Mr. Wen and asked in a harsh voice: "what means did you use? Hi tech stuff, do you think you're the only one who can play it? If we want to, we can do better than you, but remember, now, we are comparing pictures! "

Drawing this word, he specially accentuated his tone.

When they heard this, they all suddenly realized.

Yes!

Painting is painting. How can it become a real scene?

This despicable Chinese must have used high-tech means secretly!

Thinking about this, their hearts were shocked and their hearts became more and more angry.

"Get out of here!"

"Get out of the United States!"

"Those who cheat and cheat are not worthy to compete with us masters!"

The shouts are like thunder and drums, deafening and resounding throughout the whole world. Only by shouting can they vent their inner pain at this time And the fear hidden in the heart!