Small Village Doctor Cultivation

Chapter 2077
"Please!" The chief tutor was overjoyed. He has no talent for painting, which means no one can enlighten him.

At this moment, Ning Caichen actually passed on painting to him, so he would naturally become a master of painting in an instant.

That is the teaching of a thousand years in the dream world.

In the blink of an eye, the chief tutor has learned to paint for thousands of years.

The mentor of the magic cultivator looked solemn, and he was most afraid of seeing the chief mentor so calm and calm.

The chief instructor ignored the other party, took out a picture scroll, took out a pen again, and swiped on the picture scroll. He had the demeanor of a generation of masters, and his face exuded a kind of confidence.

In one go, the picture scroll was quickly put away.

The mentor of the magician was taken aback, seeing that the other party had finished drawing in an instant, and he hadn't started yet.

Thinking that the other party was trying to scare him, I thought, let's see how Ning Caichen will react after Huahua wins.

The mentor of the magic repairer quickly took out the scroll and paintbrush, and swiped quickly.

After a few minutes of painting, a picture of hell was presented. The picture scroll was filled with a strong demonic energy, giving people a feeling of overwhelming demonic energy.

"Small tricks, dare to make a fool of yourself." The chief tutor threw the scroll out.

The picture scroll opened, sending out a devouring storm.

The artistic conception of the picture scroll of the other party sprayed out, but was crushed by a force of great power.

Moxiu, the mentor's picture scroll, was full of light, but it was destroyed by the power of the Dao, and the light was dim, unable to resist the devouring power.

The chief tutor's picture scroll swallowed the opponent's magic painting in an instant.

The chief mentor's cultivation base and combat power are higher than those of the demon cultivator mentor. With Ning Caichen's guidance, his painting level has surpassed the opponent by a lot, so the artistic conception and combat power of the painting scroll absolutely crush the opponent.

"Wow!" The mentor of the demon cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell from the sky.

boom!
It hit the chair hard, and then hit the ground hard.

His painting level is average, but he has integrated his mind into the painting scroll, which is why he crushed the chief tutor at the painting level.

He never dreamed that the artistic conception of the chief tutor's painting completely surpassed him, so that his mind was swallowed before he could quit.

If it falls, no one can hold it up. Once it is held up, it means that the entire academy mentors have surrendered.

Every time the mentor is defeated, the chair will be smashed, and the mentor who sits at the end is the victor.

Whether the mentor wins or not will not be included in the college rankings, only the student competition is the basis for the evaluation.

Mentor competitions are also very important. After all, it is to attack the opponent's Dao Heart. Once there is no self-confidence, even if the students are super powerful, they will not have confidence, and they will not be able to display their combat power.

Students care about their mentor's competition very much. Once they win, they will be full of fighting spirit, otherwise they will lose fighting spirit.

"Who dares to compete with my painting?" Chief Tutor Da Yue said confidently and arrogantly.

The mentors all had gloomy faces, and no one was sure of defeating the weird picture of the chief mentor.

A picture scroll with a fusion of mind and mind will be swallowed up in an instant, which shows how weird the picture scroll is.

The most terrible thing is that the picture scroll does not know what is drawn. Just now when the picture scroll was opened, it emitted a dazzling light, and no one saw what was inside.

Calligraphy and paintings that are more domineering than magic paintings make them deeply jealous, and they dare not go out and lose face.

"My painting skills are very rubbish. You dare not compare, do you think you are not as good as rubbish?" The chief tutor was full of spirits, and the aggrievedness that had been crushed for many years bloomed in an instant, and he felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)