had an aura of killing intent that made him shiver. Ye Fan was certain that his hands were stained with blood! This was the scent left behind by someone who had killed too many people."Just now..."Ju...Today is a day for selling paintings, and no one would have expected someone to paint live on the spot. So the association didn't really prepare any paper and writing implements.

Everyone saw that the chairman was serious, and they all craned their necks to watch Ye Fan's joke.

At this moment, the most agonizing person on the field was Ma Xiaobai. He couldn't stay, and he couldn't leave either. Thinking about the embarrassing scene that would unfold, he wished he could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

Someone quickly prepared the Four Treasures of the Study, which are nothing but a writing brush, ink, Xuan paper, and an inkstone. These were essential items for scholars in ancient times, but now very few people still use them.

A kid was holding a giant pen holder, inside filled with all kinds of brushes. Paper was laid out on the table and ink had already been ground by someone for Ye Fan, all that was left was for Ye Fan to choose his brush. Everyone was eager to see how he would embarrass himself.

“Can he use a brush” Someone suddenly couldn’t help but ask. This painting brush is different from the kind used for calligraphy, much larger. If you don't have a certain foundation in writing, it would be impossible to handle such a large brush.

Ye Fan didn't care, in the pen holder he selected the largest brush. The brush handle was as thick as an arm. Ye Fan weighed the brush in his hand and felt it had just the right weight.

This brush is actually similar to weapons from the cold weapon era. Just as a person's strength determines the size and weight of the weapon they wield, so too does the amount of force one uses determine the size of the brush they choose.

Generally speaking, paintings made with the largest brushes appear more imposing and possess a natural grandeur. However, this requires a high level of brushwork skill. If someone lacks sufficient painting skills, it would be impossible to wield such large brushes effectively.

If a weapon is an inch short, it's an inch dangerous. Then, if a brush is an inch large, it's an inch difficult.

When Ye Fan picked up the largest paintbrush, outsiders didn't think much of it. Those in the know, however, scoffed at him. Old Mo also snorted at Ye Fan, seemingly thinking that this kid was just a puffed-up airhead.

Ma Xiaobai was even more ashamed and embarrassed, wondering if he should pretend not to know Ye Fan later.

Ye Fan grabbed the pen, and his mind immediately entered a state of forgetfulness. He deeply imprinted the image of the horse-riding painting in his mind. After taking a deep breath, the large brush danced freely in his hand. Then, Ye Fan suddenly inserted the tip of the brush into the inkstone, turning it rudely, and then lifted it upwards with force, a sharp pen tip appeared on the paper.

Seeing this scene, Old Mo's eyes narrowed. From Ye Fan's bold action of splashing ink, it was evident that he possessed immense domineering spirit.

It is well known that the amount of ink used when painting directly determines the glossiness of the colors in the finished artwork. Therefore, most people carefully control the amount of ink they use on their brushes, fearing that if they are not careful, they might accidentally pick up too much ink. This can make it difficult to paint freely and expressively.

While Ye Fan was the opposite of ordinary people. He acted boldly and openly, with a domineering style, yet not a single drop of ink spilled. This could only mean that he had practiced this countless times already.

Could it be that this kid really has some skills Mo Lao's eyes looked at Ye Fan with increasing seriousness.

Everyone was stunned by Ye Fan's display. Before they could even cheer, they saw him already dancing the large calligraphy brush across the paper like a dragon swirling and a phoenix taking flight. He didn't look at the original painting again, his movements smooth and flowing, completed in one breath.

Until Ye Fan put down his pen, everyone was still in a dreamlike state. They were deeply shocked. In this situation, all they could think of was the scene in Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance where Zhou Xingchi drew while burning chicken wings. They really didn't expect that a scene from the movie would come to life before their eyes today. How could they not be amazed

"Brother, is this...this what you drew" Ma Xiaobing's jaw nearly hit the floor as he stared at Ye Fan who was still blowing on the drawing.

"Could it be that you drew this" Ye Fan said angrily.

At this time, the female guest was also dumbfounded and asked Ye Fan, "But how is it so fast" From starting to dip the ink to putting down the brush, Ye Fan only took two minutes. She had never heard of such a painting speed.

"This time it's slow, I used to like drawing this kind of simple pattern, usually finished in thirty seconds."

But

"That's it for now, but we can continue later." Fu Fan handed the already-dried painting to the female guest.

The female guest's hands trembled slightly as she placed the painting next to the original. When she spread them out, a scene that left everyone speechless unfolded before their eyes: two paintings, almost identical, appeared in front of them.

My goodness, is this a human painting Why can the two paintings be so similar If it wasn't painted by Ye Fan, and the paper for the one in question is new, then everyone would truly be unable to tell which one is the original.

Whether they were experts or amateurs, when they saw Ye Fan's paintings that were exactly like the originals, they couldn't help but gasp in astonishment. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe that there was such a talented painter in the world.

This technique, this drawing speed, even world-class master illustrators wouldn't be able to do any better.

"I don't know your third question, but I have already passed the first two," Ye Fan said with a smile to the female guest.

The female guest seemed to have just returned from her shock, glancing helplessly at Lao Mo. Lao Mo, however, simply shook his head in helplessness.

Although others might not see much, Mo Lao was observing very carefully. This painting by Fan Ye had both boldness and delicacy. In some places, it even surpassed the original in its subtle details and captured a more profound essence.

Such an exceptional artistic talent is exactly what our association lacks the most. Lao Mo's eyes blazed as he looked at Ye Fan, thinking to himself: Today, no matter what the cost, I must keep this Fan Ye.

The female guest, after seeing Lao Mo nod, showed a hint of panic in her eyes. She truly hadn't expected that someone would actually be able to answer those three difficult questions.

Although she was reluctant, she still nodded at Ye Fan, indicating that she accepted her defeat.

Ye Fan smiled and stretched out his hand. At this moment, he felt thousands of eyes like knives shooting towards him, all watching his every move with wide eyes.

Ye Fan saw the desperation in the female guest's eyes, as if she had made up her mind to die. Ye Fan thought to himself, "Am I that terrible"

As his hand neared the female guest's face, a sudden low growl erupted from the surrounding men. Ye Fan heard them each calling out the name of their heart goddess.

Even Ma Xiaobai was frantically shouting Mo Ziyan's name, his eyes now narrowed menacingly at Ye Fan. breath, exerted all his strength with both arms again, and suddenly pulled the person on top of him forward several steps.Even the little illustrations on the side were swept forward a few steps by t...