The proud master of the female president

Write!
Brush strokes on rice paper.

I don't know how much faster than Qiao Ying, and he put down the brush in just two or three seconds.

just because...

Only one word was written on the rice paper in front of Lin Yu.

"I'm done."

Lin Yu smiled, pointed to the word on the rice paper, and glanced at Qiao Ying: "Write whatever you want! As long as you can write better than this, you will win."

Everyone has seen this word.

Fan Zhenlong, Zhao Hong and Qiao Ying even came to the front specially to see more clearly.

Words must be good words.

but!

What is calligraphy?

Calligraphy is not only reflected in whether a character is well written, but also tests the succession and ups and downs of characters. He only wrote this mere character... To be honest, it is difficult to judge whether he wins or loses.

"One word?"

Qiao Ying laughed loudly, with a look of disdain on his face: "Boy, you can only write this one word, right? Do you think that one word can compare me? What a joke!"

"The words are good..." Fan Zhenlong murmured in a low voice.

It's just that the following words are not finished.

For calligraphers, one character cannot be done, and it must be tested and measured in all aspects.

"Xiao Lin, why don't you... write some more?" He suggested.

"One word is enough."

Lin Yu looked at Qiao Ying a little, and sneered, "I think you should read it carefully, and then express your opinion after reading it.

Qiao Ying was taken aback.

How about just one word?
Push the eyeballs up to see?

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Qiao Ying scolded coldly.

"Stare at it for five seconds. After five seconds, if you still feel that I can't write better than you, I will admit defeat." Lin Yu smiled.

"you said!"

Qiao Ying immediately went to the desk and stared at it.

Zhao Hong and Fan Zhenlong were also preparing to take a closer look, but it turned out...

"It's enough for him to watch alone."

Lin Yu walked over and grabbed Fan Zhenlong.

one second...

two seconds...

three seconds...

puff!
Suddenly, Fan Zhenlong, who was staring at the words, turned pale for no reason, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The desk was bloody red, it was all the blood he vomited!

"How come..." Fan Zhenlong was shocked.

"you……"

the other side.

Qiao Ying stepped back again and again, not daring to look at the word again, his eyes filled with endless horror, staring at Lin Yu: "Who are you? There...is...something in that word?! What exactly is it?!"

"Waste my words."

Lin Yu walked over and picked up the blood-stained rice paper.

Just when he took away the rice paper and revealed the top of the Huanghuali desk, everyone saw a horrifying scene.

Amazing!

There is a huge word 'Sword' on the desk!

Dive deep into solid wood!

The part corresponding to that word, the tabletop is completely sunken, as if a hole was dug with an axe!

Everyone turned pale with fright.

The ancients used the word "strength through the back of the paper" to describe a well-written character.

But he...

The brush is very soft, how to etch a wooden table?
If you are a master of martial arts, even if you are only in the stage of martial arts, you can actually do it with your inner energy, and use a brush to engrave words on the desk, but... Lin Yu is not engraving, he is writing, okay?

A master can use a brush to leave an imprint on the desk, but what if there is a piece of paper?
That's right!

The rice paper is not broken.

Even, complete characters were written on the rice paper.

but!

On the table on the other side of the rice paper, the same handwriting appeared on the paper.

This is completely beyond everyone's cognition!
In fact, Qiao Ying was the most terrified: when he was staring at the words, he actually felt substantial energy, which directly rushed towards his face and penetrated deep into his heart, almost shattering his eight meridians, and causing serious damage in an instant.

What the hell is that?

He doesn't understand.

"You lost, right?" Lin Yu looked at him with a smile.

"I……"

"Do you want to play tricks again?"

Lin Yu frowned slightly, and his tone became cold: "I don't care about cheating with others, but cheating with me in gambling...the consequences are very serious."

"Who the hell are you? How dare you threaten my master!" A young man jumped out.

call out!
The six-color streamer tears the void.

That was the speed at which everyone present could only vaguely see it, but could not react.

next moment.

The shouting young man didn't move.

hum...

Liu Guang flew back to Lin Yu.

Amazing!

A sword was suspended there, making a palpitating hum.

puff!
puff!
puff!
The next moment, the young man who was still shouting just now suddenly shot out countless blood lines, and then the whole body completely disintegrated, turning into hundreds of corpses, scattered on the ground.

"court death."

Lin Yu didn't even look at the corpse, and glanced at Qiao Ying lightly: "You lost, right?"

"..."

Qiao Ying's expression turned pale.

He couldn't say a word, just nodded desperately.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and the scorched yellow liquid flowed down the trousers, drawing a map on the ground.

He was so scared that he lost control on the spot!

A certain high-ranking sect he had been infatuated with before told him that the pinnacle of martial arts is not martial arts, there is a higher level above martial arts, and people at that level... can release sword energy from a long distance, which is extremely powerful.

But now...

What he saw was not sword energy at all.

It seems that it is stronger than sword energy!
That sword was hanging in the air, it was glowing with six colors of light, it was able to take people's lives with flying swords, it was... it cut people into hundreds of pieces in an instant!

That's not martial arts.

Nor is it the so-called sword energy that transcends martial arts as the high-level martial arts said.

But...

A level he doesn't understand at all!
But there is one thing he understands, this young man whom he regards as Zhao Hong's apprentice is far beyond his knowledge, enough to instantly kill him thousands of times.

"Do not kill me……"

thump!
Qiao Ying couldn't stand anymore, and fell directly on the ground, begging in horror: "Senior... please spare my life! I don't dare anymore, I..."

"What is the use of Wanshengmo?" Lin Yu asked lightly.

"I have no idea……"

"Then you don't have to live."

"No!"

Qiao Ying was shocked, and shouted anxiously: "I didn't lie to you, I really don't know! I just accidentally mentioned the magic of Wanshengmo to a person, and he asked me to get Wanshengmo, and returned it to me." Said that if it can be used, it will give me great benefits..."

"Who is that person?" Lin Yu asked.

"Qu Gang, elder of the Seven Star Gate in Lingnan."

"never heard of that."

Lin Yu thought for a while, took out the satellite communication device, and dialed the number: "Dragon King, have you heard of the Seven Star Gate, there is an elder named Qu Gang?"

"No, I only know that they are in charge, that kind of little people..."

"I'm at Youyunmen's residence, let this Qu Gang... that's right! Let their headmen also come to see me, immediately."

"it is good."

The Dragon King immediately hung up the phone.

Gah!
Except for Zhao Hong who didn't take it seriously, everyone else was scared to death.

Seven Star Gate.

It is one of the few second-tier forces after several great families and Miao Jiang.

However, among the people who were talking to Lin Yu, he became someone who shouldn't be paid attention to... Little people? !
"Where are all the disciples of Youyunmen?" Lin Yu asked lightly.

"It's all in..."

Qiao Ying was almost rolling and crawling, and walked out with trembling legs: "I'll take you there right now... No one was injured, I'm afraid that after touching them, the junior brother won't hand over the Wanshengmo, so..."

Soon, a group of people walked outside a building with a locked door.

There were a few disciples of Sword Sharpening Sect guarding the door.

With a creak, the door opened.

Qiao Ying didn't lie.

Not long after, a dozen young men and women of different ages came out. They were only sealed in the acupuncture points and temporarily imprisoned in this building, and they were not harmed.