"Huh, this power is so strange!"

The vibration of the tip of the pen was transmitted, and Su Lin's eyes widened instantly, revealing an incredible expression. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Syllable!

Su Lin felt as if an electric current had passed through his body, trembled for a moment, and then fell to the sand.

This time, let alone writing, before he even drew a stroke, Su Lin had already fallen.

"Haha...... Su Lin fell! Just like him, how can he compete with Zhang Yiyi!"

"Don't laugh! Anyone who goes to this sand for the first time will have the same result!"

"Indeed, the power of practicing pen sand is difficult to fathom, the first time you go up, even if you are a great Confucian, I am afraid that you will be deflated!"

......

In the crowd of onlookers, some people were laughing, but more people were surprised by the power of this pen practice sand.

Many of the students who had also tried to practice writing in the sand smiled bitterly and shook their heads.

They are very aware of the power of practicing pen sand, and when they enter the sand of practicing pen, there have always been only two results, one is to repeatedly fall into a dog to gnaw on the ground, and the other is to barely be able to write a few crooked big characters on it, and then feel the feeling of the Taoist heart being condensed.

As for being like Zhang Yi, who can walk on the ground in the sand of practicing brushwork, and further condense his Dao heart every time, it can be said to be unique.

"Brother Su, don't be in a hurry! I suggest that you can first feel the power of the sand in the sand of this practice. A grain of sand has a shape, but a pile of sand is invisible. If you want to stand in the invisible sand, and not be rejected by the sand, you need to feel it with your heart. ”

Zhang Yiyi, who was on the side, did not look at Su Lin's jokes, and secondly, he did not stand by coldly and let Su Lin ponder by himself, but instead truthfully taught his experience to Su Lin.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, I know. ”

Su Lin got up from the ground and thanked him, he knew that Zhang Yiyi was really helping himself, because the other party was also looking forward to fighting a fair battle with him, which was also imminent for his breakthrough.

I'm afraid this kind of thing can only happen in a place like the Tianren Continent where thought is the foundation of cultivation. If it is in other places, such a competition is a fight to the death, looking for the opponent's weakness, and it is impossible to say anything to help the opponent break through.

Again, Su Lin stood on the sand of Lianxin, held the pen, and slowly sank into the sand.

Sneer......

There was a strange sound in the sand, and then the demon pen in Su Lin's hand immediately spun around, uncontrollably, and flew out with a whoosh.

Smack!

The demon pen hit a student next to him who was watching the excitement, and everyone was stunned again, Su Lin couldn't even grasp the pen in his hand for the second time?

"Hey, it seems that this time the competition does not need to be carried out anymore. It's impossible for Su Lin to write in this heart sand!"

"Indeed, an hour is too short, but ...... This practice of writing in the sand is not something that can be comprehended after a long time. Once, I heard that the grandson of the former Taifu once went to this pen practice sand and practiced for a month, spending hundreds of credits, and was stunned that he did not write a complete word. ”

"Su Lin's genius is manifested in poetry, and Su Zhenguo is not called in vain. But calligraphy attainments, I have only been convinced in my life. ”

......

Although Su Lin's genius name was very loud in the Guozi Prison, but in this competition, everyone was optimistic about Zhang Yi.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, Surin is completely at a disadvantage, and he can't even write on the sand, let alone compete?

"Brother, it seems that you still know more about Su Lin! This time, I'm afraid he is really going to lose. ”

Among the onlookers, Fang Hui, who was originally very optimistic about Su Lin, was also stunned at this time, and turned around and stretched out his thumb to Fang Junjie.

"You're wrong!Fang Hui, I just know Zhang Yiyi better. ”

Fang Junjie smiled, and then said, "The way of calligraphy, I'm afraid that no one in the Wu Kingdom can beat it." Even if Su Lin can learn to write on the sand in a short time, he will definitely not be able to compare to Zhang Yi. ”

"I see! It's that I'm too one-sided, so it seems that although Surin is a genius, he is not omnipotent. The world is so big, there are so many geniuses, there are always many days to beat Su Lin in other aspects. ”

The mountain that had already been pressed on his heart had already been removed, and seeing Su Lin frustrated again this time, Fang Hui's heart became even more relaxed, and his thoughts and thoughts were a lot more accessible.

At this time, for the next half an hour, Su Lin kept standing up in the sand, fell down, then stood up again, and then flew out again, regardless of the eyes and discussions of others......

Keep falling!

Keep standing up!

From beginning to end, Su Lin still didn't write a complete word on the sand, and even, in the eyes of others, his physical strength seemed to be exhausted, and each time he was more struggling than the last time, and he was thrown more badly.

Syllable!

When Su Lin fell on the sand again, the students around him were a little unbearable.

"President Su, I think you should give up! Losing calligraphy to Zhang Yiyi is actually not ashamed. In the entire Wu Kingdom, he is the existence of calligraphy masters!"

"Yes, President Su, or ...... You and Zhang Yiyi change the content of the competition and change it to a poem!"

......

Although everyone saw Su Lin fall again and again, and it seemed that he had no strength to stand up again, Zhang Yiyi on the side slowly showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, you don't need to be so happy when you see my thirteenth brother fall like this, right?"

Su Ye saw it on the side, and he didn't feel good in his heart, and said, "Anyway, it's expected to lose to you! ”

"Brother Ye, you misunderstood me. I was not happy because Brother Su fell and failed, but because I was happy to see Brother Su get closer to writing on the sand than the last time. ”

Zhang Yiyi waved his hand and explained.

"What? aren't you fooling me? Surin is doing better and better every time? Why don't I believe it?"

Su Ye looked suspicious, and looked at the sand again, obviously Su Lin fell worse than hundreds of millions of times every time! Where did he get closer and closer to being able to write on the sand?

But at this time, suddenly Su Lin shouted, and then the whole person took off, and the demon pen in his hand fell directly......