Donald didn't expect that he would be ridiculed when he was old, his face was red for a while, and his breath was short, and his friends were secretly worried about whether this old man would suddenly turn his back on him.

Miyano Akira smiled proudly, and then gave the young man next to him a look, intending to continue to humiliate the old man.

The young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a kimono, walked out immediately after receiving the hint, pretended to bow respectfully, and then said, "Donald, if you don't mind, how about lending me your brush and paper?"

Donald knew that the comer was not good, so he could only grit his teeth and not speak.

"Old Don, you can't be so stingy, right? Can't even borrow something? Or are you afraid that my grandson's calligraphy is better than yours, and you are afraid that you will lose face?" Akira Miyano came out at the right time to speak, and his words were full of ridicule.

Hum.

Donald snorted coldly, but he still got out of the way, there was no way, he would only lose face if he didn't borrow something.

The young man smiled slightly, pulled his hand out of his sleeve, and the moment he picked up the brush, it seemed that his spirit and spirit had changed, and it seemed to be as smooth and unshakable as a mountain.

Donald frowned, knowing the whole autumn from a leaf, just judging from the young man's posture, he knew that his level was definitely good.

As expected, the young man lifted the pen and fell, and the pen was strong and straight through the back of the paper, but in a few breaths, a large brush word appeared in front of him.

But Donald felt even more congested, not only because this kid from Yingguo had a lot of style, surpassing most of their young people in China, but also because he wrote a "weak" character, don't think about it, this is definitely a mockery of them.

"Old Tang, what do you think of this character written by my grandson? Isn't it much better than those so-called disciples of yours?" Miyano Ming came up with a smile, with a look of I am disgusting with you, what can you do with me?

"In our country, my level is not enough, but in China, I am confident that I can sweep a large area." Haru Miyano also mocked.

"The level is indeed different, after all, our country is a real inheritance, and China's is just imitation...... No, it's just plagiarism." Akira Miyano said disdainfully.

Donald gritted his teeth and glared at the pair of grandchildren viciously, eager to pounce and beat people, but he still held back, whether he could beat it or not is another matter, the main reason is that it is too unstructured.

But I was depressed and depressed in my heart, but I was helpless, who let myself have no disciples and juniors around me who could do it?

Alas, to be so humiliated in their own land. Donald felt that he was really useless.

"There's no need to be so excited." Suddenly, a hand patted the old man's back, allowing him to come over in one breath, and then he came back to his senses and saw the young man with a faint smile, and his heart, which was originally full of despair, immediately rekindled hope. z.br>

"Lin Xuan, why are you here?" Donald asked excitedly.

"I had something to look for you, but I didn't expect to see this scene." Lin Xuan said calmly.

"And what do you think?" Tang Lao grabbed Lin Xuan's hand excitedly, and looked at him with burning eyes, which was even more ardent.

Lin Xuan didn't think twice and said, "Bullying the Chinese people in my Huaxia land, I don't agree!"

"Well said." Tang Lao nodded with satisfaction, with Lin Xuan's words, he felt very confident.

Lin Xuan looked at the grandfather and grandson of the Miyano family, smiled faintly, and said after a long time: "I listened to what you just said, you gave us a weak word, and the gift is still exchanged, we have to return the gift."

The two members of the Miyano family couldn't help but laugh mockingly when they heard this, where did this person jump out of? Provoke them? Who gave him the guts?

"You want to send us a word? Hmph, are you qualified?" Miyano Chun sneered and said that he didn't take Lin Xuan in his eyes.

"We don't have a bad look at some defective products." Miyano Ming also spoke up, and directly characterized Lin Xuan's words, which was very ugly.

But Lin Xuan ignored it, walked to Miyano Haru's side, and said, "Give me the brush."

"Want to?" Haru Miyano laughed playfully.

"Yes." Lin Xuan nodded.

"Then you can get it yourself."

The brush spun around in Miyano Chun's hand, and then looked at Lin Xuan, his eyes full of contempt and mockery.

Lin Xuan only pretended not to notice, and reached out to get the brush, but suddenly grabbed it.

"It seems that you not only have a bad brain, but also have bad eyes, where do you grab the brush here?" Miyano Chun said with a smile that he had martial arts skills, and he wanted to tease Lin Xuan and make him lose face in front of everyone.

"It's too heavy for children to play." When Miyano Ming said this, he smiled, thinking to himself, continue to humiliate this Chinese man named Lin Xuan, the more ruthless the better.

Alas.

Lin Xuan sighed, and his expression suddenly became playful, "Like to play? Then I'll play with you."

"You're not worthy." Miyano Chun looked down on Lin Xuan, but Lin Xuan had already come forward in front of him before the words fell.

So fast.

Miyano Haru exclaimed in his heart, and wanted to retreat with the brush, but his hand was empty, and when he looked again, the brush was gone.

"Are you looking for this?" Lin Xuan's calm voice came, and the brush had already appeared in his hand, and Lin Xuan kicked him in the stomach without allowing Miyano Haru to react too much.

Not.

Miyano Chun fell to his knees holding his stomach, snorting in pain, and Miyano Ming on the side hurriedly stepped forward to check, seeing that his grandson was fine, and then raised his eyes and glared at Lin Xuan, full of hatred.

This Chinese man actually dared to beat them! What a guts!

"He's just a shit." Lin Xuan said coldly, and then he didn't bother to deal with the two of them, came to the stone table, dipped in ink, and began to write.

"This man ......"

Miyano Ming wanted to speak and stopped, the so-called connoisseur knew whether there was one as soon as he made a move, and Lin Xuan's starting style had a sense of stability like Mount Tai, which was the basis for writing calligraphy, indicating that Lin Xuan's attainments were definitely not low.

Sure enough, with one stroke and one stroke, there seems to be a spiritual connotation in it, giving people an indescribable sense of shock, but looking at Miyano Akira's face becomes difficult to see.

When Lin Xuan came back, a big black character was in front of him.

"I've given it to you." Lin Xuan threw it away, but the two Miyano families who received the gift were not happy at all, but their faces were gloomy and gloomy one by one, and their eyes were more like they were going to kill.

"Are you humiliating us?" Miyano Ming gritted his teeth and asked, on the paper was a big word "roll", what it meant, a fool can understand.

"Yes."

Lin Xuan generously admitted, "Didn't you do the same before? Give back to the other in his way."

Donald on the side instantly flushed and felt angry, if it wasn't Lin Xuan, this guy has always been ruthless when he shoots, hum, aggressive, inch by inch? Is it true that I have no one in China?