C70 Broken Mirror

"Don't tell me this kid has lost his mind!"

The moment Chu He's words fell, the entire White Tiger Hall went into an uproar. Almost everyone laughed at Chu He.

"You said that this painting was drawn by you?" Chu He, you have to at least draw a rough draft if you want to brag. Even if you do not know how to appraise things, you can just admit defeat.

With great difficulty, Sun Yi managed to grab hold of Chu He's laughing stock, and immediately taunted him crazily.

All of the young talents around looked at Chu He as if he was a fool. A seventeen or eighteen year old boy claiming to be a Level 4 Painter, wasn't he crazy?

"Zhao An, this is the kid that you invited. He's actually so arrogant and conceited, are you trying to push my granddaughter into a pit of fire?"

Elder Zhao flung his sleeves fiercely, and his face turned ashen. The little admiration he had for Chu He earlier was immediately gone.

He treated this painting as a precious treasure and had to watch it a few times a day. It was impossible for this level of painting to be painted by a little rascal like Chu He, and even if he were to learn painting from his mother's womb, he would not be this proficient in it.

"Grandfather, actually, this painting was painted by Young Master Chu …"

Seeing his grandfather so flustered and exasperated, Zhao Xuner asked in a low, embarrassed voice.

"What!?" "Impossible, don't try to lie to me. Although I am old, I am not stupid!"

The more Elder Zhao heard his granddaughter speak up for Chu He, the more furious he felt, and the more determined he became in his heart.

"It's true. I was there when he drew this painting, and it only took him ten breaths of time to finish drawing it." Zhao Xuner smiled bitterly as he explained.

"The more you talk, the more outrageous you are. It's impossible for a painting of this level to be finished within the space of ten breaths. Even if you want to speak up for him, you have to be more reasonable, right?"

Elder Zhao waved his hand, signalling for Zhao Xuner to stop talking.

Before the two even finished their argument, Chu He shook his head and walked over to the painting. He picked up a brush and started writing on the painting.

Only now did Elder Zhao and the rest notice Chu He's actions. Seeing that he actually wanted to use his brush on the painting, they became extremely anxious and shouted angrily, "Brat, stop it right now! Are you trying to destroy my painting? "

Chu He seemed to not have heard the furious roars of the Elder Zhao and the rest, as he continued to wave his brush and ink non-stop.

"Fear from Zhao Zhengxing + 99."

"If you dare to destroy my collection, this old man will make you pay!"

The Elder Zhao was truly anxious this time. Seeing that Chu He did not have any intention to stop, he immediately rushed forward and snatched the painting from Chu He's hands.

Kick, Kick, Kick, Kick, Kick …

Just as Elder Zhao was about to snatch the painting, the painting suddenly emitted a burst of light, and suddenly, the sound of ten thousand horses galloping sounded out in the White Tiger Temple.

The horse on the painting seemed to have come alive. It was running recklessly inside the painting, as if it could charge out of the painting at any moment.

However, there was only a tiny difference. The eight horses seemed to have run out of strength while running. The entire painting once again returned to its previous calm state.

"This is …" It's only possible for a fifth-grade Grandmaster to break through the mirror, and even though it was just a little bit from success, this painting has already advanced to a fifth-grade painting! "

"Just now, Chu He had merely added a few strokes onto this painting, and the level of the fourth stage painting was promoted to the fifth stage painting?!"

"Could it be that he's the one who painted this painting!"

...

It was only until the sound of the horses' hooves stopped and the painting returned to its previous calm state that all the members of the White Tiger Hall realized what had happened.

The owner of this painting was no doubt Chu He. The scariest part was that he was not only a Level 4 painter, but a Level 5 one instead!

Normally, people addressed each other as Master out of politeness. However, only after reaching Level 5 could people properly call each other Master.