When Xia Cangjie heard Qin Changsheng's words, his face suddenly sank.

Such a vision, looking at the entire Great Jing Immortal Kingdom, can be accomplished with no more than one hand.

But this Nine Emperor Prince, who was once ignored by everyone, was mocking himself, which made Xia Cangjie feel greatly humiliated!

Xia Cangjie's face was not good, and he snorted coldly: "Nine Emperor Princes, it's a mule or a horse, just pull it out and slip it out." There is no evidence for empty words, and please ask Your Highness to take action!"

Xia Cangjie's words were already polite, after all, Qin Changsheng was the son of the Great Jing Immortal Emperor, and there was a difference between the monarch and the minister, and some words still had to be paid attention to.

"Okay, since Dr. Wujing is not convinced, then the palace will be ugly!"

Qin Changsheng nodded, dressed in a python robe, and slowly walked to the table.

Picking up the brush on the table, Qin Changsheng felt a little unfamiliar.

After all, he is a modern person who has traveled over time, and it is really a challenge to write calligraphy.

Even though he has been practicing for a month, his words can't be said to be unsightly, they can only be said to be unsightly.

But none of this is a problem.

Calligraphy is an artistic conception.

It's like the vision that Xia Cangjie showed when he put pen to paper just now, which is amazing enough.

That is the attainment of literature.

But now, Qin Changsheng just wanted to show them his artistic conception.

Picking up the brush, I hesitated, not knowing what to write.

Qin Changsheng's pause made Qin Xiawei on the side look down on him even more.

Why did you pretend to be confident before?

Are they all here to scare people?

If this move is serious, it won't work immediately?

"What, ninth brother, could it be that you forgot to write a pen?"

As soon as Qin Xiaji's words came out, there was a burst of ridicule.

The nine sons of Emperor Dajing Immortal belong to Qin Changsheng the most, and at the same time, his mother is still an ordinary person, and she is not even qualified to have her mother's surname.

It's a fool's dream to fight for the throne for such a person!

"No, I just don't know what to write. ”

Qin Changsheng glanced at Qin Xiaji, who was full of playfulness in his eyes, and said lightly.

"I don't know what to write? Hahaha, or else, you can write our surname! The first name will always be written! You don't need the royal brother to teach you!"

Qin Xiawei laughed loudly, like that, extremely arrogant, as if he was not treating his younger brother, but the enemy, he could humiliate as much as he could!

"That's fine!"

Qin Changsheng nodded, and really accepted Qin Xiaji's suggestion.

Qin Changsheng's gaze suddenly froze, and in an instant, the momentum of the whole person was different.

The clouds gathered at some point, flashing with thunder, and wind after wind blew all around.

The wind howled, as if to create a special atmosphere.

This is........

Everyone's eyes widened, and they looked at Qin Changsheng who was standing in the center with all their attention.

The pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a weeping ghost and god.

Qin Changsheng's brush was stained with black ink, and after it fell on the rice paper, the rice paper, which had not had any movement, suddenly shone brightly.

The pillar of light that rose into the sky soared into the sky, as if to break the dark cloud.

A shimmering golden text slowly emerged from the void.

That's the word "Qin" for the national surname of the Great Jing Immortal Kingdom!

Qin Changsheng's writing was distorted and crooked, but the movement set off was no smaller than Xia Cangjie's fuss just now.

Especially the big golden characters in the sky, it burst out with a strong will.

"Wow!"

Outside the imperial capital, ordinary people were in an uproar when they saw this scene.

If the previous movement of Xia Cangjie was enough to surprise them, at this time, the Qin character written by Qin Changsheng was even more thrilling.

The auspicious rui broke out, the great Confucian breath was overwhelming, and the righteous qi filled the heaven and the earth, enveloping the imperial capital.

"Auspicious rain from the sky, the word Qin appears, this is the surname of our Dajing Immortal Kingdom! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

For a while, the people of the capital of the Great Jing Immortal Kingdom were prostrate on the ground, and they knelt down towards the palace of the Great Jing Immortal Kingdom in the air, and worshiped sincerely!

Above the palace of the Great Jing Immortal Kingdom, the rolling Xuanhuang air suddenly turned into thousands of threads and condensed from all directions towards the location of the Great Jing Immortal Emperor.

"Roar!"

A dragon groan rang out in the sky.

I saw a heavenly dragon with a glowing yellow aura roaring from the depths of the palace and rising into the sky, shining with golden light, enveloping the entire palace of the Great Jing Immortal Kingdom.

Countless powers of faith converged, and the Golden Dragon of Fortune became even stronger, and even everyone who was related to the Great Jing Immortal Kingdom felt a nameless power pouring into their bodies!

Qin Changsheng, just one word, has reached the realm of "pen falling into storms", and it has increased the luck of the Great Jing Immortal Kingdom!

This kind of ability is far beyond Xia Cangjie.

For a time, who loses and who wins, the superior is decided.

Everyone's eyes widened, staring at Qin Changsheng who was standing in the center, and everyone's face had a different expression.

Even Qin Xuanyuan, the Great Jing Immortal Emperor on the dragon chair, quickly flashed a look of surprise in his eyes after seeing Qin Changsheng's performance, but he quickly calmed down.

"Qin Changsheng, win!"

The Great Jing Immortal Emperor said slowly, which can be regarded as making a judgment on the outcome of this duel.

Xia Cangjie retreated into the ranks of the hundred officials with a face full of shame, he never thought that Qin Changsheng, who had been unknown all along, would have such a high literary attainment, it was really unexpected!

Could it be that he has been hiding his clumsiness for so long?

Xia Cangjie's face is not good-looking, the same, as the master of Xia Cangjie.

Qin Xiayu's face was about to dripble gloomily, and a nameless fire suddenly rose in his eyes.

"Lao Jiu, you are hiding quite deeply!"

Qin Xiawei looked at Qin Changsheng and snorted coldly.

"Hehe, if it wasn't deep, I'm afraid I would have been killed a long time ago, right?"

Qin Changsheng didn't have the slightest evasion, he looked at Qin Xiawei squarely.

The deep chill of this sentence is only understood by the two of them!

"Looks like I'm still underestimating you!"

Qin Xiawei snorted coldly.

"Not really, it's just that you're out of luck!"

Qin Changsheng said lightly.

"But, Ninth Brother, do you think that if you win Wendou, even if you win? The bet between us seems to be only about force!

It is already a fact that you are born with a stone vein and cannot cultivate, and although your literary attainments are strong, everyone knows that our Great Jing Immortal Kingdom is a country established by martial arts, and your martial arts cultivation is not good! After all, the bet is still lost!"

When Qin Xiayu said this, a smug look appeared on his face.

"Hehe, how does the eldest brother know that this palace can't cultivate!"

Suddenly, the corners of Qin Changsheng's mouth rose slightly, a touch of contempt flashed in his eyes, and the aura on his body surged.

"It's ......."

Qin Xiawei felt that something was wrong, and the rest of the people held their breath and stared at Qin Changsheng.

The shock just now has not subsided, but now it is coming one after another!

"Boom!"

Qin Changsheng's body shook, and a surging aura was released from his body.

The Nine Emperor Sons of the Great Jing Immortal Kingdom, Qin Changsheng, who was born with a stone vein, can actually cultivate!