Chapter 274

Chu Feng waved his paintbrush and danced on the paper. People couldn't catch up with him.

The pigment is painted on it little by little, and the content is shaped little by little on it.

Dazzled!

The onlookers couldn't help exclaiming.

"It looks very powerful! I can't even keep up with his speed. "

"Is he really good at painting?"

"No! If you draw fast, you don't have to draw well. If you take a pen and scribble on the paper, I can draw faster than him. "

……

People looked at the scene with shocked faces.

But!

Mikhail and others, however, scoff at the scene in front of them.

"Look at the way he took the pen. He should have painted before."

"It's just, it's just the level I've learned."

"Take a pen and scribble on the paper. At the level of a novice, I dare to say that I don't know how to draw spicy chicken."

Mi Qiaoer pointed to the painting of chufeng and pointed to the people around him.

Face full of disdain!

As for those who followed him, they also shook their heads one after another.

"The Chinese students are so disappointing. They are so brainless and impulsive, and they talk nonsense."

"In the future, I will no longer accept Chinese students. If I can produce such a brainless and arrogant person, I don't think my overall quality will be much better."

"Originally, I came to Kyoto University and wanted to take in some students, but now it seems that there is no need at all."

"In the future, if I accept Chinese students again, I'll eat shit on the spot."

……

People in the industry are disappointed.

Because they use the language of several countries, and speak very fast, so the students did not hear what they said.

But!

Next moment!

One of the people in the industry who followed Mikhail pointed to chufeng and exclaimed.

"This How is that possible? "

This exclamation also attracted the attention of Michelle and others, turned to look.

All of a sudden, they are also muddled!

What Chu Feng had painted took shape on the paper.

The plants, animals and servants in the courtyard were painted one by one.

And!

This is not the level of new people. The content of the painting reveals a kind of classical atmosphere.

All of a sudden!

Miguel's forehead was thick with sweat, and his throat became dry.

I can't believe it!

Does he really know how to draw oil paintings, and do better than me?

No No way. I'm the best artist in itari right now.

In a few years, I will rise to the same level as DaVinci.

This is an ordinary Chinese student. How can he be better at painting than me.

For a moment, Mikhail was in shock.

Naturally, the students on the scene also noticed the changes of Mikhail and others.

When they looked at chufeng again, they felt that the world had changed.

"He doesn't seem to be doodling!"

"This painting is really interesting. It's no different from the original one of Mr. Mikael."

Everyone was shocked and looked at Chu Feng's painting with shocked faces.

The more you look at it, the more amazing you feel!

In the struggling painting of Chu Feng, did not notice the vibration around.

At the moment, Chu Feng was absorbed in the paper, and the pen in his hand had never been interrupted. He had been dancing on the paper.

The impression of the scene in the brain continue to shape, and then quickly draw out on paper.

Considering various factors, as well as the artistic conception in this environment at that time, all of them were taken into consideration when writing.

Of course, this benefits from their high IQ, as well as super sensory ability, and physical fitness.

Even the Real Da Fen Qi can't compare with Chu Feng!

Each stroke has its own artistic conception and perception.

Chu Feng only felt very refreshing, and his hand moved a little faster.

The sight of all the people on the scene moved with the brush in Chu Feng's hand.

"It's so fast. My eyes are sore. I can't keep up with them. Isn't his hand sore?"

"You're OK, but my eyes are sore. My legs are weak. Who can help me?"

"It's amazing. It's terrible that you can draw such a picture with this speed."

……

All the people present could not help complaining.

As for mosik, who was very arrogant just now, he was sweating all the more.

In the heart incomparable shock!How is that possible?

How could his painting be so harmful!

With this thought, a look of horror appeared on mosik's face.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Chu Feng finally drew the last stroke, finally stopped his action and put the pen back to its original position.

All of a sudden, everyone could not help but hold their breath and put their eyes on the painting.

How beautiful

"this picture as like as two peas, no, it's more attractive and attractive than it was just now."

"It turns out that his painting skills are really so awesome. It's really terrible. It can be regarded as a genius. It's a monster."

"I'm convinced. I'll go live to eat Xiang when I get home."

At this time, Naomi Cairo stood in the same place, staring at the painting of Chu Feng tightly.

The people in the industry around him are also in a daze.

It's all slapping in the face!

Chu Feng glanced at Mi Qiaoer and others, then a faint smile.

"Well, I've finished."

"Now you can see who painted it better."

Chu Feng glanced at them, then stopped his eyes on moxik, and his mouth was full of banter.

Seeing Chu Feng looking at himself, moxik became angry.

Seeing that his teacher didn't speak, moxik took a step forward and pointed to Chu Feng's painting.

"What the hell are you painting?"

"It's a joke to compare it with my teacher's painting."

Mosik had a wild look on his face.

He is determined to say that Chu Feng's painting is not good, anyway, in addition to the presence of his teacher and others, other people basically do not understand.

When they talk nonsense, who can decide them.

Thinking of this, the smile on mosik's face is stronger.

He believes his teacher will definitely help him for his reputation.

Smelling speech, Chu Feng's eyes narrowed and looked at him deeply.

This guy is really out of date!

And then mosik turned and looked at Miguel.

"Teacher, you said it

It's just that mosik's head just turned around and slapped him face to face.

Pop!

The clear and loud clapping sound reverberated in the field.

Suddenly, a crimson palm print appeared on moxik's face.

A face of ignorant force expression!

Because the fan is his teacher.

Asked mosik, puzzled.

"Teacher, how do you..."

Mikhail snorted coldly.

"I don't have a disciple like you!"