"Well done, young man is too mighty!"

"Not bad, it's very imposing, but I don't know how well it is written?"

"It doesn't matter if it's well written, it's cool to overwhelm these little ghosts from the momentum, hahaha!"

Just when everyone was talking, Tang Haoran walked to the table.

An Yuxuan's delicate little face was full of excitement, and she hurriedly helped him lay out the paper.

"Thank you, Sister Yuxuan. ”

Tang Haoran smiled at the little beauty, picked up the pen, and swept it over the freshly laid paper.

Hurry, too fast!

It was so fast that everyone didn't see Tang Haoran's movements clearly.

It was very troublesome to recommend and even felt that Tang Haoran just scratched it on the paper casually, and then it was over.

looked at Tang Haoran, who was standing with his hands in his hands, and the clouds were light and breezy.

Everyone stretched out their thumbs one after another, not for anything else, not to mention whether they could write, how to write, just for the momentum of the teenager to crush the little devil, and he had to score a full score. This image, temperament and prestige are simply dragons and phoenixes among people, and then look at a few little devils, who were so arrogant just now that they don't want to, now compared with Tang Haoran, they have become a few little chicks.

"What are you writing that can be called a word?"

The little devil was the closest, looking at the dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the table, and didn't recognize any words for a while.

Except for Yamada Qingshu, several other devils don't know much calligraphy, and the four words written by Tang Haoran are wild grass, and it's strange that Xiao Caozi can understand it.

Tang Haoran smiled contemptuously, waited for the handwriting to dry for seven or eight minutes, and pulled it up to face the onlookers.

I saw that the four big characters were magnificent, and faintly exuded the aura of killing.

"you paralysis"

Quite a few people recognized it and read it.

"Ouch, these four words are too domineering!"

Everyone was excited and relieved, and these four words completely wrote everyone's voice.

"Hey, this is really a wonderful word, Mrs. is too good!"

Soon, some people who knew calligraphy realized that this pair of characters was extraordinary.

Hua Qianfan and a group of calligraphy and painting people also came over, and they were all shocked.

The level of appreciation of these famous calligraphers and painters far exceeds that of onlookers, and if it weren't for the fact that the ink had not dried, they would never have believed that the words would have come from the hands of a teenager.

"It's amazing, this word is swaying vertically and horizontally, and the power penetrates the back of the paper, and it is all in one!"

A calligrapher, everyone praised.

"What's more, how do I feel that these four words are faintly murderous, just like four divine generals, with hidden killing intent! This, this is to reach the realm of the legendary 'pen'!"

Hua Qianfan's eyes widened, staring at the four words for a long time before he muttered, and his excited body trembled a little.

"Ah, I really feel that way, it's so godly!"

Other famous calligraphers and painters have carefully realized and also felt the extraordinaryness of these four words.

As the saying goes, "verbal criticism and writing", it is not an exaggeration, it can really kill people, Tang Haoran understands this more deeply, among the inheritances he has obtained, there are secret cultivation methods such as qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, there have been powerful characters such as the Qin Emperor, playing a song can kill millions of soldiers, and there is also the power of painting saints, and the demon beasts drawn with a stroke of the pen are really the same, which can be used to kill the enemy and trap the battle.

Tang Haoran has not cultivated yet, in addition to being unable to control it due to low cultivation, he also has no tools, because he needs a magic weapon-level piano and pen to cultivate.

Except for An Yuxuan and Xia Mo'er who are proficient in calligraphy and painting, although others don't know much about it, they still have the most basic level of appreciation, plus listening to the praise of so many famous artists, they looked at Tang Haoran's eyes, which is called a worship.

Not to mention a few little flight attendants, the worship of Tang Haoran is like a surging river.

"This guy is really powerful, his medical skills are superb, his martial arts are strong, his background is mysterious and powerful, and he writes so well ...... ligatures."

Kong Tingting looked at the young man with little stars in her eyes, full of admiration.

A few little devils are like frosted eggplants, among them, Yamada Liushu looked sluggish, he knew deeply that the words of the Chinese teenager threw him eighteen streets.

Several other devils muttered suspiciously: "Hmph, I don't think this word is very good, it's not as good as our Yamada-kun's handwriting!"

Yes, their Xiao Chi-kun wrote a letter of office, and of course it looks neat.

"Grass mud horse, do you understand the words? Obviously we write well, and we are not convinced if we lose, right?"

"Please see who writes well?"

The crowd shouted.

"No need to compare, these two pairs of words are not at the same level at all, and the little devil's words will not reach this level after practicing for another thirty years!"

"Yes, don't talk about little devils, even our old guys who have written all their lives are ashamed that they can't write such superb words!"

Everyone in calligraphy was influenced by everyone, and even the little devils said it.

"Hehe, you guys are favoring your own people!"

A few little devils still don't admit defeat.

Yamada Liushui knew better than anyone else that he was going to leave in embarrassment if he pulled a few friends with a red face.

"Wait!"

Tang Haoran's cold voice sounded, the little devil pretended to be forced for a long time, and now he wants to leave, how can there be such a cheap thing.

"I seemed to have heard these little devils say that if I could write better than theirs, they would eat the shredded paper on the ground?"

"Huh!?"

The crowd was collectively puzzled, as if the little devil hadn't said this, but after an instant, they all understood what Tang Haoran meant.

"Yes, yes, that's what the little devil said!"

"Yes, let them eat the shredded paper before leaving!"

The crowd raised their arms and shouted excitedly.

The student who practiced writing just now reacted the fastest, and had already picked up the shredded paper on the ground and divided it into five parts, exactly one for each devil.

The five little devils screamed in shame, and their voices were completely drowned out in the surging crowd.

Tang Haoran quietly shot out several Yuan Li Qi balls, and the five little devils grabbed the shredded paper balls and swallowed them in their mouths, eating happily, but their eyes were full of horror and viciousness.

"Lie down, the little devil really eats!?"

"Nima, I'm quite happy to eat, I haven't eaten in many days, the little devil is so pitiful. ”

"Hahaha, little devil eat slowly, don't choke. ”

Thinking about the arrogance of these little devils just now, everyone was so happy that they all breathed a bad breath.

Soon, the five little devils ate the shredded paper and left in embarrassment, and the scene could not be calm for a long time, which was too exciting.

And a few calligraphy and painting masters, but they no longer have the heart to write and paint, they all revolve around Tang Haoran to ask long and short questions, and bend down to ask for words.

Helplessly, Tang Haoran had to write a pair of words for each calligrapher and painter.

Finally, Tang Haoran led the beauties out of the scene.

The folk street can't go on anymore, because Tang Haoran is famous, and he doesn't like to be high-profile.

I didn't know how to learn, so I walked around the gymnasium.

Outside the gymnasium, there was already a sea of people, among which there were many crooked nuts, and a giant banner hung on the venue: "Welcome the New Year's World Fighting King Global Finals"

Tang Haoran remembered that the few crooked strong men he met during the meal just now had come here to play a game.

(End of chapter)