The man with glasses pointed at Takeno angrily: "You know how to read, to say a word of conscience, how is this pair of words compared to yours?"

"Each has its own merits, you have a very good pair of characters, both skills and agility are stronger than me, but not as calm and sophisticated as my penmanship. ”

Takeno said seriously. There's no way, this pair of words is in front of him, he can't take it seriously, otherwise he will be talking nonsense with a clear conscience.

"Humph!"

The man with glasses snorted heavily, he only knew calligraphy, and he couldn't say it was good, it seemed that what the little devil said made sense, that is, the level of the two pairs of words was comparable.

It's no wonder that Takeno has been writing brush characters since he was a child, and at the same time, he has been practicing kendo since he was a child, and his pen power is certainly not comparable to the soft An Yuxuan.

"Excuse me, where is the beautiful woman who wrote this?"

Shimizu Takeno became interested in the Chinese beauties who wrote.

"Just like a bear, what qualifications do you have to see our beauty?"

Onlookers shouted mockery.

"Are there any men who can write? Come out and compare with us Takeno-kun, you Chinese people can't always want women to come out, right?"

The little devil started screaming again.

"It's really a group of little devils who don't know what to do, and they can't go shopping in a low-key way. ”

Mo Xiaofan couldn't be calm, grabbed the inkstone on the table, shook his hand and threw it out.

The strange thing is that the inkstone crossed a beautiful parabola, full of ink did not spill at all, flew more than ten meters, and with a bang, it just covered the little devil's mouth, and the ink splashed his head and face, and a large stream went directly into his stomach.

"Ah...... Poof......"

The little devil had several teeth smashed out, and he screamed in pain, choking on ink and vomiting.

This ink is not ground out of ink ingots, this ancient game is mixed with a lot of Chinese medicine, and it is okay to drink water when you are thirsty, but this bowl is a modern chemical synthesis.

"It's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good,

"Dead devils, you should smash them in the face!"

"Which good man did it, and came out for everyone to admire and admire. ”

When the onlookers saw the little devil who was so arrogant that he wanted to go to heaven just now, now he was embarrassed, and they immediately laughed and shouted.

No need to shout, Mo Xiaofan has already walked to the desk.

"It's me who splashed you brutes, why, are you still not convinced?"

Mo Xiaofan asked with a smile.

"Hmph! Hurting people without knowing how to write is a coward's behavior, and we will hold you legally responsible!"

A few devils were intimidated by Mo Xiaofan's cold murderous aura, how could they dare to act rashly, besides, on such an occasion, if they dared to make the first move, they would definitely not be able to get a bargain.

"If Grandpa's handwriting is better than yours, you little devils will eat all the shredded paper on the ground."

Mo Xiaofan strode to the table, and a few devils who stopped in front of him were directly rushed aside by the majesty he exuded.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was like a little devil taking the initiative to give way.

"Okay, if you have what we Takeno-kun wrote, we'll eat the garbage in our stomachs. ”

A few little devils don't think that a Chinese teenager can write about them at all.

"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, Mo Xiaofan stepped to the table.

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

"Thank you, Sister Yuxuan. ”

Mo Xiaofan 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 Mo Xiaofan's movements clearly.

Everyone even felt that Mo Xiaofan just scratched and pulled on the paper casually, and then it was over.

looked at Mo Xiaofan, who was standing with his hands in his hands, and the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Everyone stretched out their thumbs one after another, not for anything else, not to mention whether they could write or not, how to write, just for the momentum of the teenager to crush the little devil, and he must also get a full score.

The image and momentum of the young man are simply the dragon and phoenix 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 Mo Xiaofan, 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 Zhuye, several other devils don't know much calligraphy, and the four words written by Mo Xiaofan are wild grass, and it's strange that the little devils can understand it.

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, that's a great word!"

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 curiously, and when they saw the words, they were all shocked.

The level of appreciation of these famous calligraphers and painters far exceeded 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 could 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 one!"

A calligraphy everyone marveled.

"How do I feel that these four words are faintly murderous, the four words are like four divine soldiers, and the killing intent is hidden! This, this is to reach the realm of the legendary 'pen'!"

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

"Ah, it's terrifying!

Other famous calligraphers and painters carefully understood and felt the extraordinaryness of these four words.

As the saying goes, "verbal criticism and writing" is not an exaggeration, it can really kill people, Mo Xiaofan knows more about this, when he was wandering in the world of heavens, he once had a powerful figure at the level of Emperor Qin, who could kill millions of soldiers with a song, and there was also a great power at the level of painting saints, which could drive the painted demon beasts to attack the enemy.

Mo Xiaofan has not cultivated yet, firstly, his cultivation is limited, and he is far from reaching both his physique and his divine thoughts, and secondly, he has no tools, because he needs a magic weapon-level piano and pen.

A few little devils are like eggplants beaten by frost, among them, Takeno looks sluggish, he knows deeply that the words of the Chinese boy throw him eighteen streets, and they are not at the same level at all.

Several other devils muttered in disbelief: "Hmph, I don't think his handwriting is good, it's not as good as our Takeno-kun's handwriting." ”

Yes, their Koike-kun wrote a lishu, which looks neat and tidy.

"Grass mud horse, do you understand the words? It's obvious that we write well, but we're not convinced if we lose, right?"

"Please see who writes well?"

The crowd shouted.

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

"Yes, don't talk about the little devils, even our old guys who have written all their lives, and we are ashamed that we can't write such an extraordinary font!"

The calligraphers looked excited.

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

A few little devils still don't admit defeat.

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

"Wait!"

Mo Xiaofan's cold voice sounded, the little devil pretended to be for a long time, and now he is leaving, how can there be such a good thing.

(End of chapter)