The Brilliant Fighting Master Chapter 398: Han Siming

"Jiang Chen, I hope you will communicate with other people through God's consciousness for a while."

Just after Yu Chihong's provocation, someone in the crowd stood up and said to Jiang Chen.

"Don't get me wrong, I am very grateful for your help just now, but teaching people how to fish is not as good as teaching people how to fish. What I want more is to get your acumen."

In contrast, his attitude is much more friendly.

"Yes, this is your choice." Jiang Chen said calmly.

"Get to know, my name is Han Siming." He said.

"Han Siming!"

The people around were shocked by the name. Someone asked: "Are you Han Siming, 47th on the Shenglong List?"

"It's me."

Han Siming nodded, a smooth and white face, with sharp edges and corners.

Under the gaze of others, he is neither humble nor humble, and looks as usual.

Because the realm of each other cannot be seen in the yard, if it were not for each other's names, I would really not have noticed such a character.

The top 50 and bottom 50 of the Thang Long List are the watershed.

The fiftieth person is several times more powerful than the fifty-first person.

The reason is that many arrogant people don't want their names to leave marks in the back position, thinking about rushing to the front.

The first fifty are most of the bottom line.

This also makes the top fifty people very strong.

"Then, whoever wants to listen to my suggestions, and whoever doesn't, let me know." Jiang Chen said.

Everyone looked at each other. Han Siming's example is so desirable, but it is related to their personal interests, and they don't have much confidence to rely on themselves.

"I don't need it."

"Me too."

"There is still me."

Of course, there were also people who followed Han Siming. When they raised their hands, they discovered that they were all the characters in the Thang Long A League.

To Jiang Chen's surprise, Yinshuang didn't express her position, and still chose to listen to her.

"You should look at your own sign." The old man said.

Listening to him reminding that other people took out the lottery, some people were puzzled, and some people's faces changed drastically.

For those who have not changed their complexion, the four characters on the sign are still: slightly small.

But for other people, the words above become: First look at the doorway.

Their Tianwu mood has dropped!

It is the difficulty of changing the artistic conception of Tianwu brought by the improvement of artistic conception of martial arts.

"The next day, digest today's content." The old man said.

Everyone had no opinion, and they chose to sit on the ground.

Artistic martial arts refers to the degree of mastery of the attribute elements existing between heaven and earth.

The way of martial arts is swords, fists, and spear sticks.

Artistic martial arts helps the martial arts.

The way of martial arts is combined with heaven and man to form the artistic conception of Tianwu.

The characters on Jiang Chen's signature have not changed, but the impact of Jin Zhi's artistic conception can also be felt.

One day and one night later, those who had regressed on the sign chased them back, and the others remained the same, but they all clearly felt that their combat power became stronger.

Under the leadership of the old man, everyone came to the second room.

The desks are placed there, in a circle, with drawing paper and pen and ink on them.

In the enclosure around the desk, various weapons are suspended in the air.

"I copy the weapons of your martial arts." The old man said.

"Senior, I don't know how to draw."

Drawing is not something that can be drawn as it is. There are many techniques in it. Without practice, you can't even write.

"You can take your time, there is a lot of paper, this time you have three days." The old man said.

When they heard this, many people complained, and then, asking for help, they looked at their monitor.

Jiang Chen walked to the desk, stared at the weapons, and felt the profound meaning.

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 need to paint to comprehend, but we can paint when we comprehend."

Once you understand it, you can draw a weapon easily with one stroke.

His words gave many worried people hope that they would come to the case table one by one and observe through the train of thought given by Jiang Chen, and found that it was so.

The ecstatic faces made Yu Chihong's face pale.

He doesn't know how to paint either, so he is in trouble.

Confused, he looked at those who were suddenly open-minded and smiling, and he didn't feel happy.

"Me too."

Thinking about this, Yu Chihong sat at a desk with a paintbrush, but when his eyes touched the white paper, his brain was blank.

After almost half an hour, he thought of the key.

"Wufang will not embarrass people, painting skills are not the key."

So, he looked at the weapon, and his soul condensed away. After a while, with the sword intent, many traces appeared on the white paper.

His pen fell on the trail, and some details of the hilt were quickly seen.

"That's it."

Yu Chihong relaxed, but when he looked at Jiang Chen who was sitting across from him, he gritted his teeth.

"This guy must have a close relationship with Wufang, know this in advance, and let him be the squad leader to show off!"

He wouldn't believe that Jiang Chen was so smart, he could see the key at a glance.

His gaze fell on Yinshuang who was beside Jiang Chen again, and he noticed this beauty when he came.

It is precisely to arouse Yinshuang's gaze that he speaks the words "Amao Agou".

But now, Yinshuang is getting closer and closer to Jiang Chen.

Although the two did not talk much. But Yu Chihong noticed the extra worship and respect in Yin Shuang's eyes.

"After you go out, step on your feet and see how you handle yourself!" Yu Chihong thought secretly.

"Huh?"

With this distracting effort, Yu Chihong found that all the traces in his heart had disappeared and he could not write.

"Do you want to complete it in one go?"

Wei Chihong couldn't help but think that the same is true when looking at other people. He didn't care about other things, so he tightened his mind and focused on the brush.

After a few hours, everyone was exhausted and grieved.

Although painting skills are not required, each stroke is extremely powerful.

And even if it's only the last one~IndoMTL.com~ Once it is interrupted, you have to start all over again. After repeating it several times, people will almost collapse.

Fortunately, looking at their monitor's desk, there are blank pieces of paper that have been crumpled up. It doesn't seem to be going well.

"Take a rest for a while, don't think it will be fine if you draw it. Later, you still need to use the artistic conception martial arts to paint."

"Three days is not an easy task." The old man said.

"Senior, has it been like this for the past 15 days? Don't you eat or drink?" Someone asked curiously when everyone was resting.

"Why? Are you still afraid of starving and dying of thirst?" the old man asked with interest.

The man chuckled and stopped talking.

Even if you work hard in the Tongtian Realm, you can never eat, drink, or sleep for 15 consecutive days, let alone rest like this.

The key point is that some of these people come from big powers. They drink tea and cakes every day. When they are interested, they will also eat a delicious meal specially prepared for practitioners.