Zhao Di's fierce questioning attracted the attention of many people, and many monks in the market gathered here, looking at Zhao Di and the old man selling paintings from a distance.

Some of these onlookers had gloating smiles on their faces, hoping that the strange-tempered old man would suffer a great loss, while others had melancholy faces on their faces, fearing that their own safety would be jeopardized.

Relatively speaking, there are more of the former, and it seems that this old man who sells paintings has a stinky temper and a very strange way of selling paintings, which is quite annoying.

"Haha! The seniors are good, if you don't teach this old man a lesson, he doesn't know how to do business! A hundred top-grade spirit stones, Old Man Ye really dares to export!" The man in the piano room has already walked out, taking the opportunity to fall into the well, and loudly teasing the old man.

The old man glared at the man nicknamed "Qin Jue" hatefully, then turned his head, smiled at Zhao Di with a smile on his face, and said in a helpless tone: "This, the picture scroll of the younger generation is a priceless treasure, the best spirit stone is of high value, but it is priceless! Exchange the price for the priceless, the predecessors will not suffer! A hundred top grade spirit stones, there really must be no less!"

After this sentence, some onlookers who had a slight impression of the old man and had stayed on the island for many days immediately frowned and secretly sweated for the old man!

Zhao Di didn't laugh angrily, snorted lightly in his nose, and said: "Three picture scrolls cost a hundred top-grade spirit stones, if you buy all these dozens of picture scrolls, I don't know how many spirit stones will be needed?"

"Buy them all, this junior will never sell it, even if he gives the junior a whole vein of the best spirit stone, the junior is reluctant to sell!" The old man's face was straight, and he shook his head straight, as if someone really wanted to take down all his paintings.

"I see!, but this seat wants to accept all the scrolls, but there are not enough spirit stones, what can I do?" Zhao Di said with the corners of his mouth curled, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and made a helpless look.

The old man immediately frowned, in the end, the other party was a senior in the refining period, but he didn't dare to drive the other party away, "This, okay." As long as the seniors can draw a picture of a real dragon, better than any of these scrolls of the juniors, the juniors can give these masterpieces to the seniors for free!"

"Ye Gong is really cunning!" After hearing Old Man Ye's proposal, the shopkeeper of the tea shop in the distance secretly said in his heart, "This senior must not be good at drawing, otherwise he would not fancy Ye Gong's picture scroll!"

"That's a good idea!" Zhao Di smiled slightly, agreed with the old man's plan, and then said with a curl of the corners of his mouth: "However, the quality of this picture scroll is the opinion of the benevolent and the wise, and the two of us need to find a notary to judge." It's better to choose this fellow Daoist!"

Then, Zhao Di pointed not far from his side, it was none other than the "Qin Jue" monk.

"The seniors of Chengmen G can afford it, and the juniors must rule impartially!"

"No!" Old man Ye said categorically: "This person has always been against the juniors! Even the graffiti of a three-year-old child is better than the juniors in the eyes of this person!"

"Who will the Daoist ask to judge!There must be no Daoist who is both a participant and a judge!" Zhao Di said with a sinking face.

"It's not fair to ask anyone to judge. In fact, there is no need for anyone to make a judgment at all, and the painting scroll itself can be distinguished from the superior! After the senior has drawn a masterpiece, it will be compared with the painting scroll of the younger generation, and the judgment will be made from the superior, absolutely fair!" The old man shook his head with a smile and looked like he was holding the victory.

"Douhua?" Zhao Di was surprised in his heart, this was the first time he had heard it.

"Yes, it's a fighting painting, I don't know if the seniors are willing to give it a try!" the old man looked at Zhao Di expectantly.

"Okay, that's it!" Zhao Di pondered for a moment, and then made a hearty promise.

Since it is a "fighting painting", it must not show a big fight, except for Qin Jue's frown, the rest of the onlookers are very interested, and they have gathered a little.

"Wonderful, wonderful, what kind of pictures do you want to serve?" the old man said excitedly, and took out seventeen or eighteen bottles and cans of different colors.

"I don't want any pictures, just a blank scroll!" Zhao Di said with a slight smile.

"Oh, could it be that the seniors brought their own pictures and were also fellow believers?" the old man was immediately interested, it could not be him, and the onlookers also showed a look of expectation.

"If you want to beat Old Man Ye, it shouldn't be very difficult!" many people thought so.

Zhao Di slowly unfolded the large blank scroll, stretched out his fingers and flicked it lightly, and a magic trick entered the scroll, making it freeze in the air in front of him, motionless.

Then, Zhao Di followed him into mid-air again, and immediately a blue aura flashed, rolling up like a thin silk in mid-air, condensing the water vapor in the air into a transparent water mass of a foot size, floating beside Zhao Di.

"Rain Transformation Technique! A magical power that even a Qi Refining Stage cultivator can cast!" Everyone present recognized the origin of Zhao Di's magical power.

After Zhao Di exerted this low-level supernatural power, the five-colored glow in his sleeve robe flashed, and a delicate and abnormal ruler long rune pen flew out, which was taken into Zhao Di's hand.

"The brushes of the predecessors are rare treasures!" the old man was stunned for a moment, and looked at the five-colored jade talisman pen in Zhao Di's hand without blinking.

"The vision is not bad, I can see that this pen is extraordinary!" Zhao Di smiled faintly.

This five-color jade pen, the body of the pen is made by Zhao Di with several kinds of spiritual jade containing the attributes of the five elements, such as ten thousand years of Yan jade, and the material for refining the pen hao is a handful of neck hair of the golden silk ape in the combined period purchased by the demon cultivator of the Wu tribe in Tobiyue. After Zhao Di came to the spirit realm, it was naturally possible to return to his old business and take a test or two in refining spirit runes, so he refined this excellent quality talisman not long ago.

Zhao Di lifted the pen and closed his eyes, concentrating on nothing.

The people around him immediately calmed down, not daring to disturb the "inspiration" of the master's painting.

Zhao Di's mind was also immersed in imagination.

The pain of refining the blood of the ice dragon's body for the first time, the feeling of dragon scales possessing the body when Ji sent the blood of the true dragon, and the strength of the true dragon's virtual form, this scene slowly flashed in his consciousness.

In order to deepen this feeling, he even secretly sent out the blood of the ice dragon in his body, although he tried his best to suppress it, and there was no obvious change in the surface of his body, but the unique temperament of the real dragon that looked at the world made Zhao Di's heart surge.

Every move of the ice dragon's virtual form, every posture and posture, was carefully tasted and studied by Zhao Di in his divine sense, and after brewing for a long time, Zhao Di finally opened his eyes!

The five-colored jade pen in Zhao Di's hand dipped into the transparent water mass next to him, and then the dragon flew like a phoenix dancing on the blank scroll.

The crowd couldn't help but burst into a gasp of exclamation.

"He, he actually paint......s with clear water?" The shopkeeper of the tea shop in the distance was greatly puzzled, and couldn't help but look at the person next to him, but he also saw a look of confusion and surprise.

Old man Ye also frowned, staring at the jade pen and scroll waved by Zhao Di without blinking.

The paper of the picture scroll is first-class, and the water stains on the jade pen belt disappear in a moment, although Zhao Di has been waving the pen with a cautious face, and frowning slightly from time to time to think for a moment, but no one can see what he has drawn!

Because there is still a blank space on the scroll.

After half a pillar of incense, Zhao Di, who was thinking, suddenly raised his eyebrows, smiled with joy, and then put the jade pen in his hand somewhere, then looked at the scroll, nodded his head with satisfaction, and said, "Okay!"

"Okay?" Qin Jue asked suspiciously, "Dare to ask my predecessor what this painting is called?"

"Ice Dragon Lying in Snow!" Zhao Di said with a smile.

"Ice dragon lying in the snow, no wonder, no wonder!" Qin Jue suddenly realized.

Everyone immediately let out a laugh, and the ice dragon lying in the snow was simply white, just like this blank picture scroll in front of them.

"It's just an ice dragon lying in the snow!Good painting, good painting!" Old man Ye nodded his head again and again, and couldn't stop approving, his eyes carefully savored the blank scroll, without blinking, and even showed a little obsession.

There were many frowns, and they looked more carefully into this scroll, these were monks who were not weak in cultivation, and their divine sense could probe this painting carefully, but they still didn't see any mystery, just a blank scroll with water stains that had dried up.

"Old man Ye, don't pretend, you can see the mystery of this senior's masterpiece, and listen carefully!" A young monk in the late stage of the transformation of the god said to the old man with disdain, judging from the young man's clothing, most of them are the protégés of the master of this island. Set sail update group Tyrannosaurus provided "Yes, what is good, Ye Gong has no harm in instructing me to wait for one or two." Someone immediately chimed in, apparently many people thought that the old man was just playing tricks.

Old man Ye didn't pay attention to the crowd at all, shaking his head for a while, and "drowning" on Zhao Di's picture scroll for a while, constantly muttering about awards.

"Yes, the ice dragon lying snow of the predecessors can be called the best, and it is only a little worse than the masterpieces of the younger generations!" the old man finally took his eyes off the blank scroll and bowed to Zhao Di.

"Daoist friends can really see the beauty of this ice dragon lying in the snow?" Zhao Di asked softly, with a hint of suspicion on his face.

"I know a little bit about it. The predecessor of the ice dragon, with the form and god, not only depicts the temperament and form of the ice dragon vividly, but even the power of the ice cold is also the power of the back of the paper!", the old man stretched out his hand and gently stroked the blank scroll, his eyes closed, as if he was feeling the "cold power" in it.

"It turns out that the seniors are also my Taoists! The juniors' cave is on this island, and the seniors are willing to come and discuss this way of painting with the juniors. The juniors still have some masterpieces, but they are much stronger than these in the store!" Old man Ye looked at Zhao Di quite eagerly, and his words were quite sincere, a little less than his previous crazy appearance.

"Then it's bothering!" Zhao Di bowed his hand and promised.

Old man Ye immediately looked overjoyed, and suddenly said to the sloppy man: "Qin Jue Daoist, I look down on the old man's masterpiece the most, why don't you come and see it together, how about it?" @