After a commotion among the people, there was no longer a trace of reverence for the saints in the sky. The pressure brought by the saint before was also reduced in an instant, and even, I felt a kind of disgust at the pressure that the saint gave me.

"Mr. Gu, there is also Shudao, Shudao, you also fight back against them!" Suddenly, some people shouted excitedly.

Calligraphy also fights back?

The Heavenly Saint is not a fool, after experiencing three accidents, how can there be accidents?

"Calligraphy, but it's already brewed?" shouted a group of calligraphy saints.

"I've already written, just wait for the saint to speak, and I'll write!" shouted a participant.

"I'm all right too!"

"I'm all right too!"

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Suddenly, one by one, Shuxiu stared at the ancient sea not far away.

The saints of the sky were also staring at the ancient sea one by one.

In particular, that day-level brush Ziwei went around in circles and walked back to the direction of Guhai.

"Ziwei, how is it?" Changsheng asked.

"They didn't write, what can I do?" Ziwei said.

"It's a heaven-level pen again, all calligraphy saints, be careful!" the painting and piano dao saints suddenly shouted.

The immortal eggs and the songs of Gou Chen almost made the saints collapse, how could the saints still underestimate this heaven-level pen Ziwei?

The defense against Ziwei has already reached the extreme.

"Now that the calligraphy contestants are ready, let's start writing!" shouted the Ram Saint.

When the Ram Sage asked everyone to start writing, the Qing Emperor looked at Gu Hai, and then squinted at the Da Qiansheng, but suddenly said: "The Ram hosts!"

"Huh?" the Ram Saint looked at with a frown.

The people from all over the world also looked at the Blue Emperor suspiciously.

"This Halloween Conference, I am the Great Yan Heavenly Empire, abstain from fighting!" said the Qing Emperor solemnly.

"Boom!"

All around, the contestants were in an uproar.

Abstaining from voting?

Even the contestants of the Great Yan Heavenly Empire were suddenly at a loss, but the Blue Emperor had already spoken, and no one dared to refute.

"Yes!" the Ram Saint nodded.

"Let's go!" the Blue Emperor waved his sleeves and stepped away.

Hundreds of people in all directions showed a blank look. But just when the people were confused, another voice sounded.

"Ram Host!"

"Huh?" the Ram Saint looked at suspiciously.

But it was Emperor Kong from the Great Yellow Heavenly Dynasty.

"This Halloween Conference, I, the Great Yellow Heavenly Dynasty, abstain from voting!" Emperor Kong said solemnly.

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and slowly left with a group of rhubarb Heavenly Dynasty contestants.

In the blink of an eye, the contestants' expressions became complicated.

Why did they suddenly give up the game?

The saint of the sky was also puzzled.

"Great Rhubarb Heavenly Empire, Great Yan Heavenly Empire, Huh!"

"It's a pity, that Qingdi, last time, a piece of "Green Words" can be described as superb, but now he has given up?"

"That Emperor Kong too, last time a "Confucianism" was benevolent, why is this so this time?"

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The saints were puzzled.

The people of the three holy places all had their eyes narrowed.

"Allah, don't Emperor Qing and Emperor Kong dare to touch the evil sect of the ancient sea?"

Taichu shook his head, looked at the Great Qiansheng, and said in a low voice: "Gu Hai doesn't have that ability, they are not afraid of Gu Hai, but they are making way for the Great Qiansheng!"

South.

"Giant, the two great heavenly empires, make way for the Great Qiansheng Shang? Is it to let the Great Qiansheng face off against our three holy lands?" a Taishang Dao disciple frowned.

"Hmph, Emperor Kong, Emperor Qing? They are so optimistic about the Great Qiansheng's plan this time? How many thousands of years, and it was only the last time the old man watched chess to trick once, the Wendao Temple is only the territory of my three holy lands, and it is not the turn of a Celestial Empire that has been established for thousands of years to enter!"

Western.

"Buddha, Emperor Qing and Emperor Kong are so confident in the Great Dry Sage?" a Bodhisattva said curiously.

The future Buddha shook his head and kept silent.

"The sage said: With the theme of 'qi', there is 'weather' when the sky changes. Different regions have 'earth qi', water transpiration has 'water qi', fire and fire abuse have 'fire qi', corpse decay and evil have 'filthy qi', fishy sweat and dirt have 'popularity', there is 'yang qi' in the middle of the day, 'yin qi' has 'yin qi' at night to the netherworld, and there is 'anger' in humiliation and evil. With the theme of 'Qi', poems and songs can be written, and they can be written quickly!"

While shouting, a group of calligraphy contestants began to drop their books.

Although the sage of calligraphy did not use the title of 'villain' again, the last sentence: "Anger is the cause of insult and evil", has already explained everything, and the sage of the Taoist Tao is very angry about the insult from the ancient sea.

Of course, at this moment, even a fool can see that Gu Hai has offended the saints miserably, and he should write poems that insult Gu Hai in order to get the favor of the saints.

Suddenly, one by one, the calligraphy contestants began to focus on satirical articles.

"Mr. Gu, you can write one too!" the Ram Saint looked at Gu Hai.

Gu Hai smiled slightly bitterly and nodded.

"Mr. Gu, I'll help you write, I can write whatever you want!" Ziwei suddenly volunteered.

"Be careful, be careful of that fat man!" the saints suddenly glared at Ziwei.

Gu Hai did not rush to put down the pen, but looked at the Quartet calligraphy contestants.

"Boom!"

Sima Changkong, Ye Hua, and thousands of calligraphy cultivators put down their pens, and suddenly the wind blew violently, and the pen fell into a storm, and for a while, dark clouds covered it, and lightning flashed and thundered. But it's all calligraphy.

When everyone's pen fell, the pen suddenly gushed out of the sky-rushing righteousness, like a long river rushing into the sea of righteousness in the sky.

The sea of righteousness and righteousness was churning for a while, like a river entering the sea.

However, after a while, the long river of righteousness and righteousness in their respective pens slowly changed color.

"Look, that red-clothed scholar, I know, he writes 'fire', and the righteousness of his pen has turned red, do you see?

"That blue Shuxiu, what he wrote about was water vapor, turned blue, look, the white Haoran Zhengqi sea above has dyed a little blue!"

"Is that Yehwa? He wrote 'filthy gas', and it turned gray? That Haoran righteousness turned gray, and it smelled fishy. Is this insulting Mr. Ku?"

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The people were stunned, but they saw that on the pieces of paper, various colorful air columns gushed out, and the air columns soared to the sky, and suddenly dyed the sea of Haoran righteous qi in different colors.

"Mr. Gu, you see, many of them are scolding you, now, you haven't finished writing, it's just all kinds of air columns, later, once you finish writing, that piece of article will immediately come straight to you, and when the time comes, all kinds of filthy words will pour into you, once it is sung, it will definitely ruin your reputation!" Ziwei said anxiously.

"Yes, Mr. Gu, this kind of pen will be stormy, and the poems will become weeping ghosts and gods, and they will definitely be praised by countless books in the world, and when the time comes, it will be too late to redeem it!" Changsheng nodded.

"Master, why don't you write a poem too!" Gou Chen said worriedly.

Those Shuxiu are writing poems that insult Gu Hai, but they have not yet been written, and they have not yet revealed great harm. Are you waiting for them to slander you?

"Okay, I said, Mr. Ziwei, you write!" Gu Hai nodded.

As soon as Gu Hai said that he wanted to write, all of a sudden, there was a commotion among the saints in the sky.

There are a large number of calligraphy strongmen in the arena, but the saints of the sky did not pay attention to it, and even did not look at it carefully. Because their eyes were all fixed on the ancient sea.

With the lessons of the past, the saints were on guard against the ancient sea to the extreme, and several times inadvertently, they fell into the way of the ancient sea, at this moment, can you be careless?

"Look, that fat man is about to put pen to paper!"

"What is written?"

"Be careful, don't look at it all, the saint who was pregnant before is a lesson from the past!"

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The saints looked worriedly, but some of the saints did not dare to look at it.

Taichu and Taishang all squinted their eyes, after all, Gu Hai's calligraphy has still been heard, "Chivalrous Journey", "Will Enter the Wine", "Great Compassion Mantra" and "Bodhi" have caused a lot of sensation, I don't know what Gu Hai wants to write at this moment.

Even the presiding ram saint looked at it curiously.

Gu Hai opened his mouth, Ziwei put down his pen, and began to write.

"Dare to ask Mr. How long is evil?" Gu Hai read.

Ziwei put pen to paper and wrote it down instantly.

Between the purple brushstrokes, there is a white Haoran righteousness rushing to the sky, and the breeze blows, which is quite smooth. The pillar of majestic righteousness is also extremely weak, and it is not the slightest bit strong.

"Huh?"

There was a sudden sound of light sound from all directions, you know, this is not like Gu Hai's style, this sentence has no momentum.

Dare to ask Mr. Evil. Meaning, dare to ask what Mr. is good at?

But is this a poem, a poem, a song, or a fu? are all wrong, just a question, what's the brilliance?

Just when many calligraphers in the Quartet were puzzled, Gu Hai read the second sentence.

"He said: 'I know what I say, and I am good at nurturing my heroic spirit. Gu Hai said.

Ziwei slowly put down the pen.

"Dare to ask what is the aura of Haoran?" Gu Hai said again.

Ziwei continued to write.

"This is not a poem and a song, it is a question and answer?Ask Gu Hai, Gu Hai answers?" Dongfang Taichu frowned slightly.

The Taishang Giant in the south also showed a sneer: "Q&A? Is it a Q&A about Haoran's Qi? This Gu Hai, such a big breath, this is also what he can answer?!"

In the West, the future Buddha also raised his eyebrows slightly and folded his hands: "Amitayus Buddha, water, fire, anger, filth, yang, and yin are all phenomena in the world, with form and form, cause and effect. The unique 'Haoran Qi', which seems to come out of thin air, has no root, no comment, is erratic, has no past life, no afterlife, no cause and no effect, but it is the foundation of calligraphy, no one dares to say that it can explain the 'foundation of calligraphy', this ancient sea, he wants to explain the 'Haoran Qi'?

"Don't do it yourself!" Yehua, who was writing not far away, looked at Gu Hai with a sneer.