War Emperor

She took a deep breath, gritted her silver teeth fiercely, and said: "I naturally refuse to accept it. I am a powerhouse with three talents. What do you mean to me?"

"The way of sound and rhythm is just a side-by-side approach. A person's strength depends on his strength. When the immortal veins are compared, I will let you pay back the shame of today."

Lin Han smiled freely, but did not pay attention to her.

In the Xianmai Great Comparison, he would let the other party understand that he would still lose to his own hands.

Then he glanced at Lin Yan, who was not far away, and sneered: "Lin Yan, are you your daughter, but so."

Lin Yan originally felt extremely embarrassed because of Lin Mengru's loss. Hearing this, she felt even more as if she was slapped by Lin Han, her face flushed.

She looked at Lin Han with a sharp look in her eyes, and said, "Little beast, the immortal veins are very good, you will naturally know that my dream is so powerful."

Lin Han is avenging her.

She killed Lin Han's mother that year.

Lin laughed coldly.

In the Xianmai Great Comparison, these heirs who have enemies with his mother will all die.

"Alright, let Lin Mingguang perform his calligraphy next." Lin Yaotian said lightly.

A man dressed in white came out with a huge jet black pen in his hand.

The brush is like an euphorbia, one person tall, cast from a special metal, and it looks very dense.

A lot of people are in the mood, this is Lin Mingguang, who is in the veins. According to legend, he has reached the point of weeping with ghosts and ghosts.

The road to cultivation is through all things.

He preached in calligraphy.

Thirty years ago, I wrote a "clumsy" character, which caused the nine heavens to change, the starry sky was dim, and there were various scenes of real dragons and fairy phoenix hovering, which is famous for the nine fairyland.

This is a sign of the ancient book sage.

Everyone feels that he will be a different kind of enlightenment in the future.

At this moment, everyone can want to see it with their own eyes.

"Hehe, I'm the only one to perform, it's boring, Lin Han, since you have shown extraordinary musical skills, how about we compare calligraphy?"

Lin Tomorrow is twenty-six or seven years old, and his hair is scattered casually, revealing a sense of elegance.

He smiled faintly at Lin Han and said.

Many people are stunned.

Lin Mingguang's calligraphy is earth-shattering. Isn't it clear to bully?

"Lin Mingguang, you don't know how to be ashamed. You have practiced calligraphy for so many years, how can others compare to you with such strong attainments." Lingxuan was also a little angry, humming.

Everyone nodded, thinking that Lin Han would not agree.

However, Lin Han pondered for a moment, but said lightly: "It's better than, it's okay, what's the color?"

Everyone was taken aback.

Zhao Cunshan, Zhao Mengjie and others were also a little dumbfounded. Could Lin Han really want to compare with each other?

Lin Mingguang was also startled, and then laughed out loud and said, "I can promise you whatever color you want."

He just wanted to cut Lin Han's prestige.

Now that it is possible to agree, it is naturally hard to ask for.

"Simple, I want you to kneel to me and say that you are a dog!" Lin Han's eyes were cold and he shouted coldly.

Everyone was shocked.

Lin Han's bet is too high, it is typical to humiliate Lin Mingguang.

"Asshole boy, what are you talking nonsense, you can't die?" Lin Jun also furiously stood up and shouted.

Lin Mingguang was his son, Lin Han let his son kneel down and said he was a dog.

Isn't this clear and humiliating yourself?

"This is my bet. If he doesn't have the courage, he can't bet." Lin Han calmly.

He did this to embarrass Lin Jun.

As long as there is a chance, he will not let go of the person who killed his father back then.

Lin Jun clenched some fists tightly, looking at Lin Han's eyes, full of cold.

Lin Mingguang also had a gloomy face and sneered, "If you lose, the same is true?"

"Nature." Lin Han was sure.

Lin Mingguang and Lin Jun looked at each other before they were relieved. In their opinion, how could they lose.

Lingxuan was also anxious. She knew enough about Lin Han and never knew that Lin Han could calligraphy.

Compared with Lin Mingguang, isn't this self-inflicted?

Master Liuyun and Lin Yaotian also looked at Lin Han, wanting to see how confident he was.

"Haha, Lin Han, you are optimistic, I will show you what despair is." Lin Mingguang laughed, thinking that in front of everyone, Lin Han's face would be swept away.

Huh!

After finishing speaking, he waved the big pen in his hand to let people spread a huge rice paper on the ground and write on the rice paper.

Every stroke and every painting is vigorous, powerful, majestic, and seems to have been psychic, with a special breath radiating out, and there is rune light transpiring on it.

Only those who have entered the "transformation state" of calligraphy can rise the light of runes and communicate with the ideal of heaven and earth.

In history, many writers in the Nine Wonders Realm had very few people able to reach this point.

Lin Mingguang has such an accomplishment, which is amazing.

Lin Han also raised his brows. Lin Mingguang really had two brushes. If he relied on himself, there would be a huge gap between him and the other.

However, he has Hung.

He couldn't help asking Hong in his heart: "How about it, Hong, are you sure?"

"You underestimate me, Lin Mingguang, a hairy boy, how can he compare with me in calligraphy." Hong snorted uncomfortably.

The reason why Lin Han agreed to come down was naturally thinking of asking Hong to help him secretly.

Hong Ke is an old antique who has lived for countless years, and was once a powerhouse in the world of immortals.

He had practiced calligraphy before. With his vision, Lin Mingguang's water quality was completely ignored by him.

Lin Han smiled and nodded, then he was relieved.

Hum!

In the end, Lin Mingguang wrote a full ten minutes before he finished writing the word. It seemed that every stroke was exerted with all his strength. After he finished writing, his face was a little pale and panting.

When everyone saw it, the word "pro" was written.

The brushwork is vigorous and penetrates the back of the paper.

After a while, a butterfly flew over on the square and hovered around the word "pro".

Each butterfly is very gorgeous and colorful, thousands of them fly together, full of dreamy feeling.

"Attract butterflies with words, my god."

"What state is this?"

Many people exclaimed and opened their eyes.

It shows that Lin Mingguang's words are very vivid, so this is the case.

Such accomplishments are really shocking.

Lin Jun smiled, feeling very face-conscious.

He glanced at Lin Han and said, "How about it, Lin Han, do you still use the comparison now? Give up."

Lin Mingguang was also full of pride, and sneered: "Yes, under my calligraphy, he has no need to make a move. He knelt down and said that he is a dog."

Lin Han looked calm, ignored him at all, and said, "Get the pen!"