Alam Mandala
First-time participant

After a while people looked at the center of the field, a woman about 23 years old slowly emerged from the door that was there. When in the morning, the light shone on Han Funya in blue with paintings of clouds. Ying Yang's talisman hung on her slender waist, yet made no sound. His waist was tied to a very tight shawl, making his body shape look beautiful.

He was silent for a moment, then stretched forward and walked slowly. Her figure was not too pretty with eyebrows that were not too thick and sharp. His skin was yellow, but the shape of his face and dimples made him look bright when he smiled, and even though he was not smiling at the moment, people were still attracted to him, especially his face that looked cold and had a mysterious aura.

As the woman walked, people began to whisper. The girl was one of the students from the Sky Painting Sect, whose name was Bai Molihua. He was not very famous compared to Sheng Shu, but he was one of the students to consider.

The news circulated, he came a few days after doing closed-door training. Now everyone was starting to wonder what kind of ability he was carrying.

Whispers by whispers rang out, even some people were screaming. But Bai Molihua did not care and stopped in the middle of the field.

He did not raise his face to look at the representatives of the sect, but he still paid his respects.

Although his treatment was impolite, no one objected to his attitude.

He then waved his hand forward after a woman who had started the race signaled him.

Then suddenly appeared one canvas and various painting tools that floated in the air.

He then took the smallest brush. Then took a step back and closed his eyes.

When this scene, everyone suddenly fell silent and silence ruled the area for a moment.

Liang Ting’er picked up the available drink, then sipped on it for a while and looked back at the center of the field.

Bai Molihua still remained standing, but the whirlpool slowly blowing around her made her hair split like a fan. Mandala's natural energy slowly grew stronger.

Liang Ting’er started to seriously watch and was curious as to what would happen next.

This painting race is not just ordinary painting. Each participant is required to create a very real and beautiful art that makes people amazed, which of course has an extraordinary level of complexity.

In addition, the use of energy will affect the final outcome of this race.

The jury who judged the path of this race was only one person, she was none other than the woman who started this race, and was the head of the celestial painting sect.

He is now focused on the race.

Meanwhile, Bing Jiazhi also started to slowly take a serious look at the race. He thought it was just a regular painting race, more than he expected.

“If so, this is a very important race. Very interesting to see and very dear if missed.”

“I also heard, Sheng Shu will be following this race as well.”

“Sheng Shu Bing Jiazhi remembered what his teacher had ordered him to bring the girl named Sheng Shu. “I'm really looking forward to it.”

When they finished speaking, Bai Molihua opened her eyes abruptly, like someone who had heard something that shocked her.

He then swung the brush in his hand, swung it up, then down to the side. Throw it up and the left hand reaches it. It is like dancing when painting. Its fast yet beautiful style fascinates people. Circles of a small mandala sprung up on her wrist.

In some swings, it automatically changes from one hand to the other. In addition, Bai Molihua quickly changed the brushes she used.

After a few seconds, Bai Molihua finally finished her painting. Everyone screamed in amazement at what he showed.

However, Bing Jiazhi frowned. The painting technique used by Bai Molihua made him feel standing among the falling peach trees. Aroma, atmosphere and excitement enveloped him while standing there. Even though the atmosphere was so dark with fog that filled the trees.

The taste that Bing Jiazhi feels is very difficult to say or remember how it feels.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again. There was no point in him thinking about that. He wouldn't know it now.

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After the painting was finished, the painting flew up and circled around the Sect representatives, then it was shown to everyone.

Everyone was amazed to see it.

Although it was only a branch of Peach, colorful petals filled the twig, which made it look unique and impressive.

After finishing his painting, Bai Molihua saluted then left from there.

His paintings swirled and people praised the beauty and grandeur of his paintings. Not a few also wonder how one can make a painting as beautiful as that in just a few seconds, with the results of scratches and extraordinary color mix as well.

A few seconds circling around, finally the painting arrived in front of Bing Jiazhi and Zhizhu.

Zhizhu nodded then looked towards the princess. “It is true that princess Gu said, we must attend this event. I've never seen a painting as beautiful and as fast as it's made. This painting as made by the hand of god.”