The vice president brought a pen, inkstone, and paper, and said: "Since you are competing in the artistic conception of words, then when the results come out, you will decide whether you win or lose, and there is no objection, right?"

Both sides nodded, so Dongfang Xu was relieved, for fear that someone would turn against him.

Mo Lun got the pen and inkstone and began to do it, he glanced at Han Feng with disdain, only to see that Han Feng was still in a daze, he couldn't help but sneer, and then his heart moved, and the pen in his hand moved.

After a while, a few words appeared on the drawing paper, and after the pen was placed on the inkstone, he spoke: "Please take a look at the vice president." ”

Dongfang Xu picked up the rice paper and nodded with satisfaction, "'Linglong City, I'm the first. Yes, it turned out to be the artistic conception of three layers of words, and it seems that Mr. Mo Lun has put a lot of effort into his handwriting. ”

Three-layer artistic conception.

Some spectators didn't know what the artistic conception represented, so they asked the people on the side blankly: "Brother Tai, what is the role of the artistic conception?"

"You're from the countryside, you don't even understand the artistic conception, forget it and tell you, so to speak, the artistic conception is the product of the Tianwen Master, only the monk who masters the artistic conception and knows how to release the artistic conception can become the Tianwen Master, and the artistic conception is divided into ten levels, the higher the artistic conception, the greater the achievement of the Tianwen Master. ”

"Legend has it that if the Tianwen master expresses the ten-layer artistic conception in the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, if the monk is allowed to understand, he can make the basic Tianwen of the monk's fusion reach the peak, but unfortunately, this is just a legend, no one has ever seen it. ”

"Then Teacher Mo Lun's three-layer artistic conception, what level does this represent?

"This is not nonsense! How many monks can't even reveal their artistic conception, and the starting point of the Celestial Pattern Master is a layer of artistic conception, do you think he is strong?"

Answer: Yes, of course!

Many people looked at Mo Lun, and they all projected abnormal envy, because the artistic conception of the words in the third layer was no longer comparable to ordinary Tianwen masters.

Mo Lun smiled, "The vice dean praised it, my talent is nothing, but I can make up for it diligently, I have been cultivating in handwriting for three or five years, and the three-layer artistic conception is my highest level." ”

Then he looked at Han Feng, who was still in a daze, and couldn't help but snort again, "If Teacher Han Feng's handwriting exceeds three layers of artistic conception, then you win." Teacher Han Feng, don't delay everyone's interest, if you have the ability, write casually, it is all artistic conception. ”

Han Feng glanced at Mo Lun and said lightly, "Three-layer artistic conception, the talent is indeed poor!"

Between the words, Han Feng shook his head and started to write randomly.

"You ......"

Mo Lun is not a proud person, he even expressed modesty in his words, however, Han Feng still took advantage of the situation to belittle?

What kind of thing is he?

"You're good, I hope you can write three layers of artistic conception, otherwise, you will retract what you just said and apologize to me. ”

"It's all said, it's just a three-layer artistic conception, you are still complacent, if I really can't write a three-layer artistic conception, the head will be sent to you. ”

Han Feng's words were rampant, arrogant, and very relaxed, but Mo Lun was stunned for a moment, and gave people their heads?

Ji Zhentian's voice came from the stands: "Teacher Mo Lun, the Ji family will definitely not treat you badly in the future." ”

Because of Mo Lun's existence, Han Feng died, and of course the Ji family was grateful to Mo Lun.

It's a pity that Han Feng died like this, it was too cheap for him.

Brush Brush Brush!

After a few strokes, Han Feng finished writing, he was in a daze just now, he was thinking, what to write, now, he knows.

The vice president looked at it. ”

Dongfang Xu took the handwriting and glanced at it, it was only four words, but the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, flowing smoothly, the pen walked the dragon and snake, entered the wood for three points, and swayed freely, which surprised him.

But

After taking a look, he didn't find any artistic conception, he frowned, could it be that there was something mysterious, he didn't find it?

"Vice Dean, I don't know what the artistic conception of Mr. Han Feng's words is, you haven't found the artistic conception after reading it for so long, right?"

Moren asked, and couldn't help but laugh, and everyone laughed too.

Yes, a hairy boy, nothing, how can he write the artistic conception, and if he can't write the artistic conception, it is Han Feng's normal level.

Dongfang Xu didn't reply, he was still watching, he stared at it, and the more he looked at his eyes and face, the more surprised and even frightened he became.

"No, it can't ......"

Suddenly, Dongfang Xu's frightened face spit out a few words.

The next moment, the faces of the spectators changed slightly, and so did Mo Lun, he stepped forward to take a look, and he smiled again, "Hahahaha, Han Feng, you are so bold, you really think you are a god's existence, and you don't even pay attention to the sky." ”

Mo Lun was laughing, what was he talking about, he was saying that Han Feng didn't take the sky in his eyes, what did this mean?

All the spectators were at a loss, and they wanted to know what Han Feng had written?!

Someone couldn't help but speak: "Vice Dean, Teacher Mo Lun, what did Han Feng write?"

"'Only I tattoo the sky', what does it mean, many people don't know, because people who don't know are not the sky pattern master, only the sky pattern master knows what this means, legend is that this is the highest level of the sky pattern master, that is, to paint the sky with the pattern, a thought to tattoo the sky. Morren explained.

In this way, everyone understands.

Knowing that Han Feng was rampant, and knowing that Han Feng was arrogant, he didn't expect him to write 'Only Me Tattoo the Sky', that is to say, he didn't even care about God.

Everyone glanced at Han Feng and couldn't help but shake their heads, not wanting to complain about anything, and some people even projected a look of pity, the pity here means: Poor people, there must be something hateful.

It's okay if this product offends the Ji family, but now it's even more offended to God, does he think his life is too long?

If he sins against God, he is a sinner, and since he is a sinner, he will be judged.

It's just that God didn't send a judgment, and the vice president spoke......

"Han Feng's handwriting is a ten-layer artistic conception, so he won. ”

What the?

Ten layers of artistic conception?

The scene, which was originally a bit funny, suddenly fell silent, and at this time, even if a pin fell to the ground, it could be heard clearly.

What are you kidding, ten layers of artistic conception, this is a miracle in legends, even in legends, it is a rare existence.

Silence returned to silence, but some people still didn't believe it, and Mo Lun spoke: "Vice Dean, are you mistaken, just him, let alone writing ten layers of artistic conception, even one layer, he can't either." ”

That's right, Han Feng is only fifteen years old, if he could write ten layers of artistic conception, he would have spread to Linglong City long ago, and he would have been famous for the Linglong Holy Dynasty, and even the entire Sanqing Realm.

But no.

In other words, the vice president is either mistaken or joking, but this kind of joke is not funny.

"The old man is not mistaken, and the old man has never joked, Mo Lun, if you are not convinced, I can show you a look and open your heart and eyes......"

Dongfang Xu's words were a little excited, indeed, this is a ten-layer artistic conception, not a ninth, not an eighth-layer......

Yes, the higher the artistic conception, the more you have to see with the mind, not the naked eye, so he didn't notice it at first.

A month ago, Han Feng took out a few landscape paintings, without signatures, and they were all ten-story paintings, originally the vice president thought it was Han Feng's opportunity, it was a coincidence, but now, could it be, those are all created by Han Feng?

Dongfang Xu took a deep breath, he knew that Han Feng's cultivation was not high, but this was definitely an invincible young man, no wonder he said to the student at that time, rush out of the Three Clear Realm.

Dongfang Xu thought about it, if he could, he really wanted to give up the Linglong Martial Academy and follow Han Feng's side.

Because in his opinion, it is not a dream to break out of the Sanqing Realm, as long as he is given enough time, he Han Feng will definitely be able to do it.