"Task, let Chen Ping lose the game, otherwise the calligraphy skill will become intermediate. ”

These words came extremely abruptly, and Yi Ning only felt a few big red exclamation marks rise in her mind.

Damn, what the hell is this system going to do, in fact, she doesn't want to care about this at all, but now that the system has issued tasks, she can't ignore it no matter what.

Otherwise, the intermediate calligraphy skills that she had finally found would have to be withdrawn, and she wouldn't do it.

Forget it, let's figure it out!

looked at her system backpack, there were still all kinds of potions in it, and it was the last time she drew ten primary rewards and hadn't used them up yet.

Yi Ning glanced at several potions, and finally locked her eyes on the pink potion of bad luck.

As long as he has it, I believe that Chen Ping's sassy kid will not be able to complete the work in his hand no matter how powerful he is!

He smiled evilly, and then directly controlled the potion to act on Chen Ping's body.

Seeing that the pink potion gradually disappeared on Chen Ping's body, the smile on the corner of Yi Ning's mouth deepened.

Next, we have to see how effective this unlucky potion is, if it's really good, there is no need to do anything else, of course, if it doesn't have much impact on him, then it's another matter, Yi Ning still has a back move, no matter how he Chen Ping can't win today!

Yi Ning smiled shallowly and looked at Chen Ping's movements on the stage!

Just a moment, something strange began to appear on the stage, I saw Chen Ping's hand slip, and the stroke dragged out for a long time, as we all know, as long as it is not written, there is no way to use a work like this to participate in the competition.

So there must be no way to keep this one anymore, Chen Ping was anxious and angry, and then fiercely pulled the paper apart and crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Do it all over again!

You know, usually he doesn't make this kind of mistake when he writes calligraphy, but if this kind of thing happens at this time, all the things written in front of him will have to be invalidated.

It was a brand new piece of paper again, and Chen Ping picked up the pen and began to write again.

As soon as he moved his pen this time, he felt that he was still in good shape, and this time there would never be a mistake, look at what Shen Gujia kid compared to him?

With a cold snort in his heart, he was happy, and suddenly there was a weakness in his hand, and the brush fell straight towards the table, drawing small dots one by one on the rewritten paper, and even a large ball of black ink appeared where the tip of the pen landed, just like the expression on Chen Ping's face at the moment.

It's terriblely gloomy!

"!"

scolded fiercely, and then tore off the paper again, feeling extremely angry in his heart.

What's going on, he's usually not surprised, but this time he appeared twice, what's going on?

Could it be because he was too nervous? No, it should be very easy to deal with Shen Gujia's level, and there would be no nervousness at all, okay?

Chen Ping shook his head, then raised his head and turned to look at Shen Gujia, he had completely entered the state at this time, he didn't feel his gaze at all, and even the work in his hand had already been half completed.

As soon as he saw this formation, Chen Ping couldn't care about anything else, and hurriedly started writing again, his heart was in a hurry, no, he must not let Shen Gujia win the game.

Seeing that he was in such a good state, Chen Ping was very anxious.

It's just a pity, it seems that he is not suitable for writing today, and as soon as he writes, he has to make mistakes, and gradually, in just two or three minutes, the ground is already full of crumpled rice paper!

No one understands what the hell is going on, except for Yi Ning!

Soon, five minutes passed, and Chen Ping's mood had become extremely impatient, because Shen Gu Jia had almost finished it, and what about him?

There was nothing left but a pile of paper on the ground.

You know, sometimes the time to write is also part of the ability, if in the same time, everyone else has already finished, if you are too far behind, it can only mean that you are not writing fluently at all, and you don't have much ability at all.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping began to write again.

The effect of the bad luck potion has passed, and Chen Ping has not continued to make mistakes, but the originally calm mood has long been disrupted by the continuous mistakes, and all that is left at this moment is impatience.

And the most taboo thing about writing calligraphy is impatience.

Soon, Chen Ping's final work was written before Shen Gujia, put down the pen, I have to say, he was relieved, fortunately finished, if everyone has already written in the end, he has nothing to take out at all, wouldn't it be a shame and a big shame?

And I believe that with the level he wrote, if you want to win, it will be an easy thing, and there is no difficulty at all.

Soon, the work in Shen Gujia's hand was also completed.

Because when he came, Chen Ping had already invited two judges to stay, one was Yuan Haolong, and the other was Feng Linhu, the relationship between the two has always been very good, since Yuan Haolong was invited, of course he was not good at refuting people's face, so he had to follow.

"Teacher, we're all done, please take a look. Chen Ping raised his head and called out to Yuan Haolong confidently, almost without telling the world that Yuan Haolong was his teacher.

Of course, as soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked, Chen Ping actually called Yuan Haolong as a teacher?

What is the situation, could it be that the relationship between these two people is that of master and apprentice?

Everyone hadn't come back to their senses yet, and they saw that Yuan Haolong had already beckoned Feng Linhu to walk in front of the two, with a smile on his face.

"Lao Feng, you go and see what the level of my apprentice is, after my training for the past three years, I don't know how effective it is!" Yuan Haolong smiled and pushed Feng Linhu in the direction of Chen Ping.

You must know that he is still very confident in Chen Ping's strength, although he is definitely far inferior to his brother Chen Fan, but if he wants to win a Shen Gujia, it is a very easy thing!

Feng Linhu laughed, shocked by the fact that Chen Ping was Yuan Haolong's student, but he didn't ask too much, after all, the Chen family was a champion family, if he valued anyone, it was not a matter of making a fuss about accepting him as an apprentice.

"You, you're really hiding it from us. Stretched out his finger and pointed at Yuan Haolong and shook it, and approached Chen Ping's side.

I believe that if it is Yuan Haolong's apprentice, then the strength is naturally not to be said.

Generally speaking, when they reach their status, there are very few apprentices who can be eye-catching.

What's more, in today's society, how many people can still calm down and write two words well?

It is even more difficult to meet a disciple worthy of cultivation than to ascend to heaven.

With such an expectant thought, Feng Linhu turned his head and glanced at Chen Ping, and then smiled.

Seeing Feng Linhu looking over, Chen Ping smiled and said, "Uncle Feng, then please take a look." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

Seeing that Chen Ping had spoken, Feng Linhu was not ambiguous, and walked directly to the table in front of Chen Ping, Chen Ping saw this, and immediately took a few steps back to the side and gave the place to Feng Linhu.

It's just that as soon as Feng Linhu came over, he glanced at the work written by Chen Ping on the table, his face was stunned, and the words that he originally wanted to praise were stuck in his throat in an instant.

"This ......"

This is also a disciple of Yuan Haolong, how can he write at this level?

Could it be that he has always been a picky person, and he would accept such a disciple? Could it be that he has taken a fancy to the power of the Chen family?

Without a trace, Feng Linhu saw the pile of crumpled rice paper on the ground on the right, and at a glance, he couldn't count how much there was on the ground.

As we all know, when writing calligraphy, as long as you are proficient, you will never make mistakes, and even if you make mistakes, it will only be one or two times, and it will never be like this, and there are by-products of mistakes all over the place.

"What's the matter, are you shocked by my apprentice's strength?"

Yuan Haolong smiled proudly, thinking that Chen Ping's writing was too good to make Feng Linhu so out of shape, so he walked over in three steps and two steps, and also wanted to see his good work.

As soon as I came over, I saw the rice paper full of words that was still lying quietly on the table, and my face suddenly turned the color of pork liver.

And what was written on the table was the work that his precious apprentice had written, which he thought was great.

I saw the words on the paper, at a glance, it was all a kind of chaos and disorder, which was clearly drawn in a hurry, scribbled a few strokes, to say good, he really didn't see how good this word was.

"Tell me, what are you writing about?" Yuan Haolong couldn't think of any adjectives to describe the anger in his heart at the moment, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he stared at Chen Ping who was standing on the side, just now he blew it out with others, but Chen Ping was good, and he directly gave him such a play, this is not a person who loses himself, and now everyone knows that he is Chen Ping's teacher?

But this work, no, this can't be called a work, it can only be said to be a scratch paper-like existence, and it's just a loss of his Yuan Haolong's face.

"Teacher, what's wrong, what's wrong?" Chen Ping scratched his head suspiciously, and then spoke helplessly.

He felt that he was writing at the usual level, but looking at the dark expressions of the two masters in front of him, he seemed to have some bad premonitions in his heart, but despite this, he still didn't want to admit it.

Even if he doesn't write well, it is definitely better than Shen Gujia's writing, I don't know how many times, he is Yuan Haolong's disciple, even if it is worse, how bad can it be?

It is precisely because of this idea that Chen Ping scribbled this competition.

"Tell me, that's how I usually teach you, teacher, are you worthy of the title of my Yuan Haolong apprentice?"

The cold words came, like a basin of cold water, and it was splashed on the top of Chen Ping's head, from head to toe, he couldn't figure it out, it was just a Shen Gujia who didn't have much strength in the Shen family, he was willing to compete with him, he was already worthy of him, as long as he won, why care if he showed his real strength?

"Poof, in my opinion, this Chen Ping is just hanging the name of Master Yuan Haolong, and he is still a rich boy who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, and he doesn't have much ink in his stomach!"

"That's it, look at how angry Master Yuan is, his beard is shaking!"