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When Ding Hao said this, the surrounding people all had strange expressions.

Xiong Yinloong was the mysterious master of Hidden Dragon Villa, as well as the honorary president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

His works had always been highly praised, but today, Ding Hao shook his head and sighed inwardly.

In the calligraphy world, a work with the word "Xiong Yinloong" on its seal was priceless, and that was its signboard.

"bad boy, what nonsense are you spouting? What qualifications do you have to appraise this piece of work?" Xiong Kuan could not hold back the anger in his heart as he shouted in indignation.

"If the adults say so, then why are the children interrupting?!" Ding Hao looked at Xiong Kuan coldly and bellowed. His eyes were filled with disdain.

Xiong Kuan's angry body began to tremble. This was the first time he was yelled at in the head by someone, let alone in the presence of his grandfather.

Who in China wouldn't give face to their grandfather? This person was way too arrogant!

At this moment, Liu Erdao, Liu Yang and the rest looked at each other. This youth was simply too unfathomable, even they would not dare to interrupt someone from Hidden Dragon Villa.

Either Ding Hao was someone with a trump card, or he wasn't afraid of the power backing him up.

In the end, Liu Ear sighed inside, and could only observe the situation from the side.

After all, in battles between Immortals, mortals would suffer.

"I'm afraid you've lost your mind. This is Hidden Dragon Villa. Don't you want to walk out of here?" Xiong Kuan gritted his teeth and said.

"This painting has flaws, do I have to hide it from my conscience? "You idiot, if you don't know calligraphy, don't interrupt." The corner of Ding Hao's mouth curled, and helplessly spread open his hands as he spoke.

"I don't understand painting?" Xiong Kuan found it funny and asked in reply.

He had learned calligraphy at the age of three, and at the age of five, he was already able to write well with a brush. He had won the Chinese Children's Calligraphy Competition at the age of seven, and at the age of twelve, he had already represented China in the world-class competition.

"Are you joking with me?" Xiong Kuan said coldly.

"Are you joking? I'm joking with you, you fart. This piece of work is simply unable to enter my eyes. Even when I see it, I find it annoying. " Ding Hao said speechlessly.

At the side, Xiong Yinloong's face sank, a touch of coldness hidden deep within his eyes. As the honorary president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, his work had never been described as so terrible by anyone.

If the person commenting on this piece of work was a highly respected teacher, he might have humbly asked for guidance. However, this person was only around twenty years old, yet he was actually pointing fingers and pointing fingers. He really did have the suspicion of being a troublemaker.

"Today, I will test my calligraphy skills with my old friend. Originally, my interest was high and my mood was good, but now, you are deliberately causing trouble here. What is your motive for doing so?" Xiong Yinloong bellowed, his expression extremely displeased.

If this young man could not explain himself, then his own prestige would definitely not be trampled on by others. He had to teach this person a lesson, or else he wouldn't be feared so much by others.

The old man next to him had a look of confusion on his face. The young man in front of him had been extremely respectful when they had met at the entrance. He didn't seem to be an arrogant person. Why was he spouting nonsense after coming here?

The calligraphy of this old friend of his was not bad. It was not a bad piece of work at all. Could it be that this young man had a grudge with the Xiong Family?

Ding Hao's face revealed a faint smile, he did not care about what Xiong Yinloong said, and turned to walk out. He slowly spat out a few words, and said: A person without internal energy would not be able to use any external force, making the words sound powerful, but it is a self-defeating move.

"Who let you go! If I don't give you an explanation today, you won't be able to walk out smiling. " Xiong Quan immediately rushed in front of Ding Hao, blocking his way and shouted.

Boom!

When Ding Hao finished speaking, Xiong Yinloong and the old man were extremely shocked, especially Xiong Yinloong, who trembled and his pupils contracted tightly. His face was filled with disbelief.

"This... "This …" Xiong Yinloong muttered, he suddenly could not speak, his mind slightly trembled.

"Old friend, if you don't ask, I'm afraid your grandson will do something stupid." The old man quickly said.

Xiong Yinloong suddenly regained his senses, he looked ahead and saw his grandson Xiong Kuan blocking in front of the young man with an unfriendly tone, he thought to himself, his body moved and he rushed forward.

Although he was over the age of sixty, his speed was not the slightest bit inferior to a young man's. This movement technique was also extremely special, as if he was a person who had trained in martial arts for many years.

Pow!

"What are you doing!?" Who asked you to stop this young master, you're courting death! " Xiong Yinloong suddenly slapped Xiong Quan's face, and roared loudly.

Xiong Kuan was sent flying. A red handprint quickly appeared on the left side of his face. He stared at his grandfather with tears in his eyes. His eyes were dull as he asked in confusion, "Grandfather, why did you slap me?"

"You idiot, not only do you want me to slap you, I also want to hit you." Xiong Yinloong roared in anger.

Seeing his grandfather in such a rage, Xiong Kuan was instantly stupefied and did not dare to ask again. He could only get up and retreat to the side, and when he saw the proud look in the young man's eyes, the anger in his heart flared up even more.

After he finished all of this, Xiong Yinloong turned around and looked at Ding Hao. He gave a few light coughs, his old face turned red, and he asked in a low voice: "Little friend, I was ungracious earlier, please forgive me. Do you have a solution for this?"

Ding Hao laughed blandly, he did not speak immediately, but quietly looked at Xiong Yinloong.

If Ying Bao had not reminded him that her opponent was sick, she would still be lacking the 2 billion yuan task to recycle funds. Only then would she be in danger of becoming rich.

In order to not let that place suffer, he could only use the Great Recovery Pill as the price to exchange for two billion.

Seeing Ding Hao not saying anything, Xiong Yinloong started to become anxious. Because of the heavy injury he suffered during the middle years of the competition, his foundation was damaged, and all the hidden pains he had suffered for the past few years, even though all the doctors he had seen were useless. Thus, he did not hold any hope of success in this matter.

However, the young man's words today ignited the hope in his heart, so he impatiently asked.

"I do have a way, but I need to write a few words before that. I'll tell you after you give me your evaluation." Ding Hao slowly said.

Xiong Yinloong was a little puzzled, but he still agreed to it. He immediately invited Ding Hao to write at the place he was previously at.

Ding Hao held up the brush on the table, his expression indifferent, and casually took out a piece of paper, writing down six words on it in a flurry of movements.

"Xiong Kuan is a fool."

After he finished writing, the surrounding crowd gathered around him to take a look. The words were very casual and seemed to have nothing to do with calligraphy at all.

A look of confusion appeared in Liu Erdao's eyes but he did not say anything. On the other side, Xiong Kuan's eyes lit up when he saw these words. He wanted to get angry, but seeing that his grandfather was deep in thought, he did not immediately react.

"What do you think of it?" Ding Hao said indifferently.

"These words are very good. Good, very good!" Xiong Yinloong thought for a moment, then said loudly.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]