"Don't you spew blood, old fellow, which eye of yours saw that I did it?" Master Luo argued.

Of course, he wanted to push such a disgraceful thing far away.

"You dare to swear that this matter has nothing to do with you?" Mu He asked coldly, insisting that this matter had something to do with him.

"Why should I swear, it's none of my business." Master Luo's face was ugly.

"Hmph, I think you're just weak-hearted, if you really didn't do it, what if you swear, I won't kill you." Mu He sneered: "Could it be that you are afraid?" ”

"I'm not afraid, it's just that I don't like these things that gods and ghosts say."

Mu He's eyes were cold.

The more this Master Luo avoided this matter, the more he was able to confirm that he had done it.

But now having a war of words with him is obviously useless, and if you can't come up with evidence, you can't prove that it was Master Luo.

At this time, he looked at He Junxuan anxiously, there was not much time left at the moment, and it was impossible for him to complete this competition again.

Zhang Mingyuan also showed a smug smile, destroying the success, he will naturally be able to win this competition steadily.

"Alas, it's a pity, he could have won this victory, but alas..."

"It's a pity, even if he really finishes writing, how can he surpass Zhang Mingyuan?"

"I don't think so, this person's calligraphy skills are no less than Zhang Mingyuan!"

"You don't need to argue, there is not much time left, and the victory is divided."

No matter how much everyone argued, but the time was already there, no matter how talented He Junxuan was, it would not help.

"I applied to give him more time and let him rewrite it." Mu He said to judge Xi Langsheng that he wanted to fight for He Junxuan again.

On the judges' bench, the four judges looked at each other, they are all masters in the calligraphy world, and they all have strong authority.

But Makuzuru's request at this moment stumped them, such a thing had never happened before, so that the rematch needed to be voted on by everyone.

The final results of the vote came in.

The student's grades were eliminated, but for He Junxuan, considering that he was half an hour late, which seriously affected the discipline in the examination room, he couldn't replay.

"It's not fair, so it's not a replay?" Mu He scolded angrily.

But Master Luo on the side did sneer, looking like he had everything under control.

Compared with Mu He, he has more status, more power, and far higher prestige in the calligraphy world, so what reason do those judges have to help Mu He?

They longed for Master Bakra.

"Accept the reality, there are still ten minutes, you should think about it and hurry up and rewrite it." Master Luo said, looked at He Junxuan and said with emotion: "Boy, you originally had an unlimited future, but it's a pity that you followed the wrong person. ”

After speaking, he also looked at Mu He intentionally or unintentionally, with a sighing expression on his face.

"What do you say?" Mu He was immediately unhappy, and directly shot the case, seeing that the fight was about to start, at this moment, a voice instantly silenced the audience.

"Excuse me, give me another piece of paper." He Junxuan said to the referee.

The referee's face was full of suspicion, thinking that this was He Junxuan's dying struggle, and after a little thought, he agreed to He Junxuan's request, after all, there were only ten minutes before the end of the game, even if he could barely write it, the font would definitely not be satisfactory.

This He Junxuan is no longer a threat.

This is a sentence that pops up in the minds of the audience, what can be done in ten minutes, I'm afraid I can't finish it at all.

However, He Junxuan stood in front of the table, looking at the rice paper on the table, and couldn't help sneering at the sneering words of everyone.

Lifting the pen again, this time he used his true qi to cover the brush in his hand, and suddenly the hair of the brush became extremely soft and smooth, as if it was rejuvenated, and was given the vitality by He Junxuan.

The hairs in the hands are swaying, as if containing some kind of magical power, dancing on the rice paper, constantly writing, the whole process is extremely smooth, flowing like clouds, without the slightest stagnation.

It can really be said that the characteristics of cursive writing are volatilized to the extreme!

Everyone on the field was stunned, although He Junxuan's gestures were extremely fast, but it did not give people a sense of hurry, on the contrary, it was extremely fast but gave people a natural and leisurely look, and everyone looked at everything in front of them dumbfounded.

It's not obtrusive, it's not outstanding, but it just has an indescribable natural meaning.

"This is so strong!"

"It's the first time I've seen calligraphy so brilliant and eye-catching, it's really admirable."

"Now his strongest title should be stable."

The judges on the stage stood up directly, their faces full of disbelief, staring at He Junxuan's hand, wanting to spy on the mysteries, but they had no way to probe at all.

Zhang Mingyuan's eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

And Master Luo completely gave up resistance, since things have developed to this point, there is nothing he can do.

The previous breach has actually broken the rules, and the referee can turn a blind eye and allow this to happen once, but the referees can't save him if he commits again and again.

Finally, with the help of True Qi, He Junxuan successfully finished writing, and both the pen power and the gesture were much better than the first time.

This is also thanks to Zhang Mingyuan.

He glanced at Zhang Mingyuan, with a look of disdain in his eyes, as if to say, what can you do if you use these indiscriminate tricks, aren't you still defeated by my hands in the end?

"You don't need to be too complacent, what can you write in ten minutes?" Master Luo snorted coldly.

He didn't believe that He Junxuan would be able to win this game.

Ten minutes, even if you can barely write it, that level is definitely not comparable to Zhang Mingyuan's level.

"Keep your dog's eyes open and take a good look!"

He Junxuan directly spread out all the rice paper and placed it on the table, and at this moment the photographer shifted the lens to the rice paper, and projected all the contents on the rice paper onto the curtain in the center of the venue, ensuring that everyone could see his works.

"This, how is this possible?" Master Luo's voice trembled and he spoke.

In ten minutes, He Junxuan actually completed the transcription of "Thousand Character Text", and the handwriting was chic and wanton, as if it was the handwriting of an immortal.

The font on the rice paper is like an ink dragon, coherent from beginning to end, without any defects, completely crushing Zhang Mingyuan's snake-like font.

How can dragons and snakes be compared?

Dragon, premature, majestic, sharp!

Snake, cold, vicious, insidious and ruthless!

The gap between the two is very different, He Junxuan's posture at the moment is like reminding him, reminding Zhang Mingyuan that he is a dragon, and he is just a snake, he is not worthy of being called a little book saint at all, nor is he worthy of being called a disciple of Huang Lao.

From the beginning to the end, it was a wrong choice for him to choose to betray his teacher.

"Where did this great god come from, this strength is a little terrifying, right?"

"Even if someone destroys it halfway, I can still complete such a work in a super short time, and it is much better than the last time!"

"Compared with him, Zhang Mingyuan will not be enough to see."

"It seems that Zhang Mingyuan, the name of the little book saint, is also time to give it up!"

Listening to the gossip around him, Zhang Mingyuan's face was gloomy, as ugly as eating, and he almost wanted to find a hole to get into.

Mu He was proud of the spring breeze.

He Junxuan represents the Jiangcheng Calligraphy and Painting Association at the moment, and when he achieves such an achievement, Mu He naturally has a big long face.

Three years, after being pressed for three years, I finally got revenge.

"Some people, is it useful to engage in sabotage, should you lose or lose, but I still want to persuade you to use less indiscriminate means, it is easy to lose Yang Shou!" Mu He said coldly.

Now that He Junxuan has won, all public opinion will naturally fall in the direction of He Junxuan.

Now that Mu He said this, a thought suddenly popped up in everyone's minds: Could it be that the ink on He Junxuan's position was deliberately knocked down?

And it seems that this matter was done by Master Luo!