Chapter 1893

"What do you know? You know that you are full of ugliness, Ye Qingtian, don't be too crazy!"

Before Lin Yun stepped forward, Ye Hu's eyes flashed with contempt, and he taught a condescending lesson.

"Ugly? That's always better than your bastard."

Lin Yun sneered, looked directly at the other party, and his eyebrows were surging, but he was not polite to him.

This night is a piece of shit, if it weren't for the dojo, there were Saintess and Sword Saint Tianxuan present.

Lin Yun had shot him to death a long time ago, jumping up and down, looking tired a long time ago.

"Enough, come forward."

Saintess Youlan stopped the two of them from arguing and let Lin Yun go forward on her own.

"Ye, I would like to give it a try!"

Ye Hu was not convinced for a long time, and immediately cupped his hands.

He didn't plan to go forward, because he was definitely inferior to Xiao Jingyan and the others, but Ye Qingtian had already gone up, so what was he afraid of?

Someone has the bottom line, and the worst person is definitely not himself.

No matter what, he is stronger than Ye Qingtian!

"Fine."

The Holy Maiden of Youlan said lightly.

"Wait and see, it will make you feel ashamed and know what the gap is!"

Yehu glanced at Lin Yun and strode forward.

Lin Yun sneered in his heart, ashamed of himself, this face is really big!

After a while, an open space was vacated in the dojo, and all ten people appeared.

The atmosphere that had been extremely high at the scene suddenly became extremely tense.

No one thought that just a small assessment would become so full of gunpowder.

First, Xiao Jingyan and the others confronted each other secretly. Several Qiyuan Nirvanas disagreed with each other, and then Ye Qingtian and Yehu directly confronted each other.

Ye Qingtian was really hot-tempered, she was not cowardly at all, she couldn't bear to face the Holy Maiden of Orchid.

"It's interesting now, Yehu actually went to join in the fun, he only mastered one word."

"What are you afraid of, and Ye Qingtian's bottom line, I saw it with my own eyes, Ye Qingtian didn't grasp a word of it."

"It is estimated that the strokes are not memorized. No matter what, it is only the top of the earth group. What does it count? We are all heaven group saints!"

...

During the discussion, Xiao Jingyan and others began to practice swordsmanship, accompanied by changes in swordsmanship.

A series of strokes appeared in the void, and everyone did not recognize the ancient characters, and they all pushed the ancient characters backwards with swordsmanship.

The eight Qiyuan Nirvanas had a plan in their hearts, and their swordsmanships were all smooth and flowing.

Occasionally things go wrong, but after a little thinking, I have an idea, and there are more and more strokes in front of me.

In comparison, Yehu was much worse, sweating profusely on his forehead, and occasionally peeking at other people.

But compared to Lin Yun, his ugliness seemed nothing.

I saw Lin Yun, holding the funeral foil sword in his hand, and frowning, he didn't know what to think.

"Sure enough, it's a waste."

After Yehu saw it, his confidence immediately increased, and he couldn't help sneering.

"Ye Qingtian, even if you remember every word, you always remember some swordsmanship. Are you prepared to do nothing when you come to power?"

Bai Shuying looked at Lin Yun and said lightly.

"It's not over yet, what are you worried about, I'll think about it first." Lin Yun smiled at her, closed his eyes, and really remembered.

Everyone's eyes widened, and they saw it.

Time passed, and soon half an hour passed.

Xiao Jingyan's eight people, the sword light kept waving, and their sword intent surged like a torrent, and their momentum was magnificent.

All around them, two words appeared.

Every stroke is golden, and there is a rhythm flowing, and even a little holy light can be seen lingering in it.

The people watching are amazed!

Especially Xiao Jingyan, Bai Yizhou, Ye Qinghong, the two characters they came up with.

Like an ancient mountain, it stands majestically, and there is an ancient meaning lingering in it, which makes people feel unfathomable.

"Amazing!"

"As expected of the person who masters the inheritance, Zhang Kui's cultivation is the highest, but it is slightly worse."

"These three people are really fast, they have to deduce the last word."

"Others are not slow, except Yehu."

"Hahaha, why should Yehu be angry with Ye Qingtian. I haven't come up with a word so far, and it's shameful enough."

"Look, Ye Qingtian hasn't moved yet, I'm afraid it really won't work."

The discussion continued, and everyone's eyes finally fell on Lin Yun.

no way!

He was so special that he didn't move after closing his eyes.

Yehu, who was a little nervous after hearing the discussion, glanced at him for a while, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Fortunately, this clown is here, otherwise I would be really ashamed.

Sure enough, if he got a holy source by chance, how could he have what he has today.

However, Shengyuan is only a foreign object after all. If you want to rely on Shengyuan to step into the semi-holy realm, there is no door.

Seeing other people, the third word is about to come out.

Another half an hour later.

The rest of the people stopped their hands and stood in front of them with three ancient characters, each of which was extremely extraordinary.

Of course not including Ye Hu, who was crooked in front of him, barely an ancient character appeared.

This has already made him sweat profusely, and it can only be said that it is really difficult for him.

Sword Saint Tianxuan glanced at Xiao Jingyan's words and said, "All of them have ancient meanings, mastering the rhythm of 50% Dao, and it is extremely rare to have such an achievement in a stick of incense."

"Thank you, Master Uncle!"

Xiao Jingyan and the three of them showed smug expressions on their faces, and hurriedly thanked them.

Sword Saint Tianxuan also commented on the words of several other people, and they all have at least 30% Dao rhyme, which is quite good.

"As for you."

Sword Saint Tianxuan glanced at Yehu's words, paused for a moment, pondered for a long time, and didn't know how to judge.

Everyone held back their laughter, this Yehu was really shameful, and Sword Saint Tianxuan couldn't think of a comment.

"This sage can't recognize your word." Sword Saint Tianxuan said helplessly after a while.

puff!

Everyone couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

Yehu's face was flushed, and he was angry and regretful. He would not have come up if he had known.

It's no wonder that no one else came up. Obviously, they all knew the gap between themselves and these people, and it was shameful to go up.

After Yehu bowed his hands and blamed himself, he looked at Ye Qingtian with his eyes closed, and immediately said angrily: "Ye Qingtian, Tianxuan Sword Saint has started to comment, what about your words?"

Lin Yun finally opened his eyes. He looked at Bai Shuying and said with a smile, "I really don't remember the swordsmanship, but I vaguely remember some of my uncle's pen and ink. Can I write ancient characters directly?"

"Give him a pen."

Just when Bai Shuying was about to ask for advice, Sword Saint Tianxuan suddenly spoke.

After getting a holy pen, Lin Yun bit the tip of the pen as if he was really thinking.

"This guy is really pretending, he really is a layman, this is really revealing."

"He doesn't know at all that the words written by the uncle master have the rules of the Holy Dao, and there is a Dao rhyme. Even if you remember the strokes, it is absolutely impossible to actually write them, you can only do it backwards."

"Without rhythm and artistic conception, strokes cannot exist at all, and there is no way to copy them."

...

The Quartet only felt that Lin Yun was pretending.

"Ye Qingtian, is this your ability? If you really can't do it, go down." Bai Shuying said at the beginning.

"I don't think so."

Lin Yun raised his brows and laughed softly.

Just when everyone thought he was posing, he finally moved.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and started writing.

Others think it is difficult or impossible, but for Lin Yun, this is not too difficult.

When he was in Jianzong, Yaoguang often taught him to write, including Xiaoyao Jiujian and even demonstrated it himself.

This is not difficult. What Lin Yun is really helpless is that he has never figured out what the flaws of these words are.

But there is no time for him to think about it now, so he has to catch the ducks on the shelves and write down the three ancient characters first.

Clang clang!

But for a moment, afterimages appeared all over Lin Yun's body, and with the change of brush and ink, the afterimages practiced various sword techniques.

The ancient Dao rhyme, the sacred artistic conception, appeared one by one.

The brush and ink left by the strokes seem to last forever, immortal.

Everyone was shocked, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Those words were really written by Lin Yun.

It contains verve, exudes holy brilliance, and has a magnificent artistic conception. Countless figures change, which clearly shows the artistic conception.

Everyone seemed to be going back in time, and it seemed that the person who wrote it was the Sword Saint Tianxuan just now.

"This...how is this possible?"

Yehu was stunned and dumbfounded, and the three of Xiao Jingyan were also extremely puzzled and full of doubts.

Is it weird?

Lin Yun shook his head, but it was just the basic operation of Yaoguang's disciples, a bunch of holy biography, why are they so ignorant.

After all the three ancient characters were written, Lin Yun suddenly burst into laughter when he was about to close his writing.

"Hahaha, I understand!"

This kind of laughter made people startled, and they didn't know what he was going to be crazy about.

"Master Uncle is really naughty. I deliberately omitted a word. I always feel that something is wrong when I say it."

Lin Yun whispered to himself, ignoring the expressions that everyone's jaws were about to fall, and wrote the fourth word in one go.

boom!

When all the four characters were written, a dazzling golden light burst out from it, the ancient characters in front of Xiao Jingyan and others.

It melted like ice and snow, as if the fake met the real, and after a little refining, the prototype appeared.

What's even more mysterious is that when all the four characters were written, everyone recognized them.

"In the middle of the day!"

This is a very mysterious feeling. People don't recognize those four words, but they understand what it means.

At this point, even a fool would understand that Lin Yun wrote it right, and Sword Saint Tianxuan did deliberately miss a word.

Strange to say, the ancient characters of the others have all disappeared.

On the contrary, the crooked and crooked ancient character of Yehu still exists and has not disappeared, but compared with the sky in the middle of the day, it is as ridiculous as a toad sitting on a well watching the sky.

Everyone suddenly realized that it is no wonder that Sword Saint Tianxuan didn't recognize it... This Yehu was indeed written in rubbish.

They were huddled together crookedly, like bastards fighting in a group.

Ye Qinghong twitched the corners of his mouth, only to feel that his face was dull and his face was rather embarrassed.

This guy is so stupid!

Ye Hu's face was flushed, and she was so ashamed that she couldn't wait to find a crack to get in.

He was indeed regressing indiscriminately, copying other people's handwriting in the process, so he came up with a four-inconsistency.

He also laughed at Lin Yun before, feeling that with the other party's bottom line, he would definitely not make a fool of himself.

But in the end, I didn't expect that the clown was only himself from beginning to end!

Ye Yu became angry and said angrily, "Ye Qingtian, you are too shameless, aren't you?"

Lin Yun said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I can pretend."