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Ah!" He Feng almost fainted from just one glance. A dignified boss actually cried out in shock, "Ah!

He Feng's shout was not small at all, but it made Jin Jie, who was at his side, shudder. The ink on the tip of his brush trembled three times, and splashed onto the paper.

Jin Jie was once again interrupted from his thoughts. He immediately became furious and raised his head to shout at He Feng. After all, this was an official competition, he had lost in gold and silver! But he couldn't be careless.

However, when Jin Jie saw He Feng's expression, it was as if he had seen a monster. His face was filled with panic, and his anger was also uncontrollably concealed by his curiosity.

Following He Feng's line of sight, it was actually the still focused Zhang Yitian.

Zhang Yitian was not a normal person of focus, even when He Feng shouted out so loudly just now, that even Jin Jie who was extremely focused, was completely shocked. Zhang Yitian seemed to not know what he was doing, and was still immersed in writing.

Just this level of focus caused Jin Jie to be shocked. He actually muttered to himself, "This kid … It's like a seedling learning calligraphy. "

Calligraphy is focused, how much can you get rid of the interference of the creative process, which represents a calligrapher's strong artistic quality.

Before this, Ginger had thought he had great skills. At least among all the famous masters he had, his mental fortitude was considered to be quite good.

Even so, He Feng's shout still caused his thoughts to go out of his mind.

On the other hand, Zhang Yitian was focused on the brush and ink between his brows. His gaze was fixated on the one-foot long piece of paper, and the feeling of being completely immersed in it was one that many famous calligraphers wished for!

Jin Jie couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. He also had a bad feeling about this.

Jin Jie could be considered to have experienced a lot of hardships. The number of people who lost to him could not be counted on a single finger. However, today, he suddenly felt a sense of nervousness, causing him to be somewhat flustered.

Jin Jie gathered his thoughts. He comforted himself in his heart. "This brat is at most 25 years old. His focus isn't like eating. It still depends on the skills in the brush and ink …"

Jin Jie looked at Zhang Yitian's piece of paper again, and suddenly felt as if his heart had been struck by something, as he felt a blockage in his heart.

It was as if Ginger had seen something unbelievable! As for the brush in his hand, it fell onto the table with a "pa da" sound, dyeing the paper that was just half-finished into black ink.

The accuracy of the stroke, the fluidity of the wrist, the accuracy of the stroke …

Scenes of the scene flashed through his mind. He thought to himself, "What level is this guy at? How old is he?"

Jin Jie was dumbstruck, while He Feng was truly in a trance. He had seen everyone in the past, but he had never seen someone in such a state of rapt attention.

Zhang Yitian's flawless calligraphy, cleanly changing peaks, and decisively raising the brush …

"Jin Jie is a calligraphy expert who has cultivated for dozens of years, but when he was writing, he did not have such a state. But Zhang Yitian this brat only said that he had learned two classes, how could he have such skills?" He Feng could not help but ask in his heart.

However, he was still unable to answer this question. He could only watch, He Feng hated that he couldn't record Zhang Yitian's superb actions, and in the future, when he had time, he would replay them frame by frame.

Then, he looked at the finished words written by Zhang Yitian, all of them were solid like paper, they were extremely agile, as though they were the emblem of the sect.

"In other words, Jin Jie's calligraphy skills are considered nimble. Then, what that Zhang Yitian brat wrote out are practically living things. It's so exquisite that you could even use a magnifying glass to carefully taste them …" He Feng could not help but exclaim in his heart!

Not only He Feng, but the one with the strongest feeling was Jin Jie himself. Zhang Yitian had only written about ten or so words, but it was enough to describe with words.

"How could this brat have this kind of level?" "Even if he practiced top calligraphy for dozens of years, it still wouldn't be as good as his shocking calligraphy skills …" Ginger muttered in his heart, "This …" This was a work that could use the falsehood of Song Huizong... "What is written here should be at least three hundred thousand square feet …"

The excitement in Ginger's heart was indescribable. His eyes were brimming with tears. Ginger trembled uncontrollably. His heart throbbed with a feeling that made him forget himself.

Both Jin Jie and He Feng were already completely immersed in the beautiful atmosphere created by Zhang Yitian. Both of them found it hard to extricate themselves. As for the match, they had long forgotten about it.

To be able to appreciate such an exquisite calligraphy interpretation, it was something that those true gold and silver could not compare with.

In the eyes of these two people, Zhang Yitian's image expanded and expanded until it reached the point of looking up at him. Every single one of Zhang Yitian's gestures were as dazzling as a beam of strange light within a bright galaxy.

Every single one of these words was filled with a breathtaking beauty that could topple cities and overthrow cities. Jin Jie and He Feng were both people who had seen the greater picture and experienced the glory of everyone, but today, they still felt like they had never been there before!

This was a type of shock that made the two of them unwilling to blink.

Zhang Yitian raised the tip of the brush that was left in contact with the paper, and with an expression of elegance, the twenty to thirty word work was finished.

He Feng and Jin Jie were still not out of it yet, even Zhang Yitian was feeling somewhat lost.

But very quickly, he became lost in thought. Seeing the two of them staring at his paper blankly, then looking at Jin Jie's calligraphy piece that was just half done, which was already soaked with ink and brush, a sense of excitement involuntarily arose from Zhang Yitian's heart. It was because he knew that he had won!

Zhang Yitian laughed and used the paperweight to knock on the table.

"I... "I finished writing!" Zhang Yitian said in a soft voice.

But those two people were still staring at the paper in a daze. Zhang Yitian laughed out loud, the two people's expressions were really funny.

Zhang Yitian once again used the paperweight to knock on the corner of the table forcefully, and said with a voice twice the volume, "Master Jin, I'm done! What about your work? "

Zhang Yitian already knew the answer, but Jin Jie's work could already be considered as destroyed. If he wanted to write it, he would have to write a new one.

Jin Jie was finally stunned and when he raised his head, he saw Zhang Yitian's smiling face.

He Feng also let out a long sigh, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Good technique, good calligraphy!" He Feng was so excited that his lips could only move, "Bro, this ability of yours … "Why didn't I know earlier? Otherwise, I would have asked you to write a few stickers for me …"

He Feng was grinning from ear to ear. Even if he wanted to break into the heavens, he would never have thought that Zhang Yitian was actually a calligrapher that hid quite a bit!

Those who could be called "certain family" were all experts in the industry. He Feng had also trained bitterly for more than ten years, and only dared to call himself a half-assed person who had only half a foot in the door of a job.

He did not think that Zhang Yitian was a calligrapher too much, because Jin Jie thought the same.

Zhang Yitian's actions today had really made Jin Jie, who was completely immersed in his thin golden body's first place unable to extricate himself, understand what it meant to be a sky above a sky, to have someone beyond a person.

He claimed that he had already been the top scorer for several years, and even though no one dared to say a word of disapproval, Zhang Yitian had actually given him a solid lesson today.

Jin Jie was very clear what kind of level Zhang Yitian had reached. If Zhang Yitian called his level number one, then he, Jin Jie, probably wouldn't even be able to rank in the top ten.

Everyone knew that the thin golden body was created by Song Huizong, and its level was also the longest. And Jin Jie felt that the ability that Zhang Yitian had written was enough to reach the level of being fake and real with Song Huizong.

If Song Yuan's old paper was really used, perhaps he would be able to take it out and sell it as the real deal. Just the price of this one piece of work, no matter what, would be in the millions!

Jin Jie sighed continuously in his heart, while his mouth kept on sighing, causing Zhang Yitian to laugh.

Seeing that Jin Jie was still staring at his work like a gem, Zhang Yitian could not bear to interrupt him.

He walked to He Feng's side and prodded him. Zhang Yitian quietly asked: "How is it? Did I win? "

Zhang Yitian asked even though he knew the answer, but he actually wanted to ask from He Feng's mouth. People would always have a little bit of vanity, not to mention that He Feng was the judge of this competition.

He Feng was startled, and then he looked at Zhang Yitian's smiling face.

"Wh …" "What?" He Feng asked.

Zhang Yitian's face sank: What are you thinking about? I am asking who won! "

He Feng laughed awkwardly: "Isn't it all because of your flawless brushwork? To be honest, I've studied this subject for more than ten years, but I've never seen someone of your level! "Even if you don't say that you're only in your early twenties and that you have decades of experience in writing today, there will still be people who will believe you without a doubt …"

Zhang Yitian laughed again. This was all thanks to his skills, but in reality, he couldn't even say how he wrote it.

He Feng's victory was obvious, he was extremely happy too. He Feng did not know, but how could this Master Jin be proud of himself?

He Feng cleared his throat: "Master Jin? Mr Jin? "

He Feng's voice was very loud, enough to pull Jin Jie's mind back which was wandering around for a thousand miles.

Jin Jie's body shuddered. Only now did he realize that someone was talking to him.

"Ah, ah?" Jin Jie suddenly turned his head and saw two bright smiles on his face. "What's wrong?" Director He? "

He Feng pointed to the piece of paper that was lying on Zhang Yitian's bed and said: "My little brother has finished writing. Take a look." He Feng intentionally looked at the paper which Jin Jie could no longer use, "Look, who won this competition?"

Victory and defeat had already been determined. Jin Jie wasn't even able to complete it, let alone explain it from the level of calligraphy skill.

Jin Jie sighed. He was shocked by Zhang Yitian's capabilities, and this was simply too unexpected. Even if he said that Zhang Yitian had started practicing calligraphy since he was born in his mother's womb, Jin Jie would never believe it.

Secondly, he was unconvinced. He thought that he, Jin Jie, was also a well-known calligrapher. If he lost to a nameless junior, then …