They actually said that the seal of this "Heavenly Alien Immortal" was too beautiful.

Brother Huanxi didn't understand when he heard it, isn't the seal as beautiful as it is carved, the better?

Looking at Chen Feng again, when he heard Qiao Yuanfan and Fan Yifeng's evaluations, his expression was gloomy, and he couldn't know the meaning of the word "beautiful".

"The art of gold and stone, the pursuit of ingenuity can not be lost, the pursuit of clumsiness can not be lost madness. If there is a lot of clumsiness, then it will be clumsy, and if there is a lot of clumsiness, it should be clumsy. Fan Yifeng said slowly:

"But if a work is too beautiful, it loses both ingenuity and clumsiness, no aura, no aura. ”

Those who listened on the side probably understood what was going on.

Whether it is Qiao Yuanfan or Fan Yifeng, they are very fair, and they will never tell lies with their conscience because Chen Feng is the descendant of their old friend.

Whoever works well is better.

And when they made diametrically opposed evaluations of the two seals, everyone knew who had won the competition.

Although he said to Qiao Yuanfan and Fan Yifeng that he was far from Chen Zhishan's works, being able to defeat Chen Zhishan's descendants still made Tan Ruisun smile smug at the corner of his mouth.

The first one folded like that.

The audience gave Tan Ruisun a round of applause.

When he saw his opponent proudly accepting the compliments of others, Chen Feng's face turned dead.

When his father said that he lacked talent and could only act as a "craftsman" at best, and could never become a master, to be honest, Chen Feng was very unconvinced.

So he's been working hard for years, and he's sweated more than anyone else.

But now he finally believed his father's words, in this line of work. It takes talent.

What's next time?

The next round it was Fan Baolu's turn to be the most unsure of these people.

It's really uncertain.

Lei Huanxi at least has a work of eight dragon pictures, but no one knows about Fan Baolu's work.

He gives everyone the impression that he is just a person who loves mahjong.

"Next, I would like to invite Mr. Xia Muxuan and Mr. Fan Baolu. ”

When Director Guo said this, the inevitable showdown was finally coming.

Fan Baolu still looked lazy, and didn't seem to care about this game at all.

Does anyone have faith in him?

I'm afraid not.

"Sister Lian, is Lao Fan sure?" Anne couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know," Bi Jinlian replied with one mouth.

Anne was a little unwilling: "Then you have known him for so long." Have you ever seen him write and draw?"

"Nope. Bi Jinlian had a bitter face: "Don't talk about writing and painting, I haven't even seen his signature." ”

"Really?" Brother Huanxi touched his head: "He didn't sign when he used his credit card?"

"The prerequisite is that he has a credit card. Bi Jinlian said with a wry smile: "He is like a person who lived in the last century, the only thing he believes in is cash, and he refuses to use all bank cards." ”

Well, this guy is kind of a weirdo, too.

Looking at the two people standing there ready to show their skills, they are also two diametrically opposed images.

Xia Muxuan was wearing a light-colored casual suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, standing there elegantly, looking like an artist.

On the other hand, what about Fan Baolu?

Fan Baolu is unkempt and sloppy. His hair is unkempt, and you say that he is engaged in art, and eleven out of ten people don't believe it!

And their hands.

Xia Muxuan's hands were clean, and his nails were obviously carefully repaired.

Look at Fan Baolu's again.

The guy's hands were rough, his nails were like dogs, and there was mud in his nails.

These hands?

Speechless.

Brother Huanxi and the other people's hearts were cold.

Fan Baolu definitely can't count on it.

It's over, this time I'm going to lose two battles in a row.

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are ready.

Xia Muxuan stood there, calm and relaxed, and his posture with a pen was chic and natural.

What is Van Bou Lu doing?

He actually went and brought a chair and sat down.

What are you doing?

Are elementary school students copying? Still sitting there?

When Xia Muxuan began to write. Fan Baolu he-

He closed his eyes!

Big brother, are you here to sleep?

Xia Muxuan couldn't help but glance at Fan Baolu. There was a look of disdain on his face.

He wrote the words "Charity Without Boundaries".

These four words are very relevant in the sense of this charity auction alone.

Fan Baolu still had his eyes closed.

Big brother, wake up, it's dawn.

Brother Huanxi couldn't help but cry out in his heart.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Suddenly, Fan Baolu opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, his whole person seemed to have changed.

Assertive!

He looks so confident!

He slowly stood up and slowly picked up the pen. Slowly soaked in ink.

Aura?

Brother Huanxi suddenly thought of these two words.

If there is really an aura in this world, then the aura that Fan Baolu exudes at this moment is really too powerful.

It's like he's the only one here!

This is the world of Fan Baolu!

A few words Fan Baolu waved without any lag!

When he finished writing these words, Fan Baolu didn't even bother to look at his own words, and threw the pen to the side casually. Soon he reverted to the kind of lazy and unbelievable superiors.

And it was not until this time that Xia Muxuan finished writing the words "charity unbounded".

Calligraphy, of course, doesn't matter how fast or slow it is.

But Xia Muxuan didn't know why, but he felt a strong pressure.

Fan Baolu lazily walked in front of Xia Muxuan, lazily glanced at the words "charity unbounded", and then said lazily:

"It's okay, but your achievements don't end here!"

"What did you say?" Xia Muxuan was very unhappy in his heart.

"I said that's the end of your accomplishments. Fan Baolu said with a smile: "This line of work is all about talent. 99% genius, 1% diligence. I'm such a genius, and you, no!"

Hey?

What a big smell of gunpowder?

Fan Baolu seems to have a big opinion about Xia Muxuan, whether it is in Brother Huanxi, Annie, or Bi Jinlian's impression, he is not such a person?

"I'm not a genius, are you?" Xia Muxuan couldn't bear it: "You said you were a genius, but I'm not?"

He has been called a genius since he was a child, but today there is actually a person who pointed at his nose and said that his talent is not good, how can he bear it when he is arrogant?

"Of course, that's what I said. Fan Baolu still smiled.

What exactly did Fan Baolu write that could make him so confident?

When everyone saw the words written by Fan Baolu, everyone's faces showed expressions of crying and laughing.

What did he write?

Fan Baolu also wrote four words.

These four words-

These four words are actually special-

The king of mahjong!

He even wrote such a few words! (To be continued.) )