Chapter 882： Master Feather

"What's going on?" It took a long time for the deputy director to ask awkwardly.

He couldn't understand why Su Yu became Master Gao's teacher. Su Yu was only less than twenty years old, and even if he started studying Mu characters from a sensible position, it was far from reaching the flames.

Su Yu smiled, without much explanation, walked silently to the altar.

Compared to their doubts, the deputy general manager Qin Lin was like an enemy.

How powerful is the teacher himself even though the students taught are so powerful?

"Dare to ask your name?" Qin Lin arched.

Su Yu calmly said, "Unknown people, let's start the sacrifice."

The two Qin Lin stared at Su Yu deeply, and they were alert, as if feeling great pressure.

Buzz--

The sacrifice was opened again, the altar was rotated, and the stars at the feet were as bright as words, forming a combination of words.

Qin Lin glanced quickly at each bright word and quickly organized them into complete words.

With their knowledge of the Mu tribal writing, it only takes five breaths to interpret it.

"Okay, it's been read." Both heads had the same mind, immediately took out the scrolls, and quickly burned their translated sacrifice.

"Take it." A whisper of sound drifted into their ears.

Looking up, their pupils shrank, and while they were still recording, Su Yu had thrown the recorded jade to the relevant personnel and sent it to the front line.

"His!" The two Qin Lin took a sigh of relief, unbelievable.

The crowds were watching, and they were upset.

"Did you see it? How did he interpret it?" Million eyes blinked in surprise.

"I saw the first breath after the text of the Mu nationality flashed. He just glanced and started to burn!" Someone was surprised.

"It's so fast that it's as if he's looking at human characters instead of lonely wooden characters!"

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There was a lot of discussion, and the deputy director and monk Zou revealed an unrealistic sense of replacement.

In the past, the sacrifices were first recorded by Qin Lin and their talents.

Now everything is reversed, making them unable to adapt.

It is twice as fast as Qin Lin. What does this mean? Explain that Su Yu's familiarity with the Mu texts is in full swing, reaching the realm of hand-to-hand!

"Mr. Wu, you are so deep in hiding that you have found such a great man, but you are not hesitant!" After a brief surprise, Zou Monk showed unhappiness.

Although their major gates have become alliances to jointly defend the sky sword domain, after all, it is not a monolith.

They all stipulated that they lost more ancestral gates during the sacrifices and compensated a larger proportion of Danpu.

For example, the last time, although the loser, Qian Shidi credited me with a lot of credit. Therefore, I paid compensation to 100 shops in the Tiandao domain, of which Zixiao Palace only compensated ten, while the Red Blood Palace paid little credit, and paid three full Ten rooms.

"I wonder why you promised to kick them out of the ban. It turned out that the person who was afraid of us learned his true story!" Zou Monk was a little jealous and said nothing.

The deputy director had misery, how did he know that an expert of the Mu ethnic group that he had accidentally found was actually a master!

However, I heard Zou monk more and more outrageous, can not help but angry, sneer: "There is still a face to mention this? At first, your brother Shi Qiang was arrogant, and you have been discouraged when you forced Su Yu? A little pressure on your money master's temper. That night, Su Yuxian will be able to guide everyone present, and they won't lose so miserably, but now I blame me for hiding him? "

Zou monk regretted that he had said the wrong thing.

After being reprimanded, the old man flushed slightly: "It is the monk who has lost his state, and his old friend is not surprised."

Looking at the stage calmly, Su Yu, a fairy-tale blessing, and Monk Zou sighed: "Hey, it's my fault. Rong Qian's brother Zhang Kuang has delayed everyone."

Master Gao is also a mediocre foundation. After accepting Su Yu's overnight instruction, he flew into the sky and shocked millions.

If he was reprimanded for that day, everyone would be able to improve some knowledge.

"I'm only aware of such profound things about him now. We will know after asking about it afterwards." The deputy general manager was relieved, staring at Su Yu on the stage, exposing the light of surprise.

How did he achieve his accomplishments today?

"In the first round, Su Yuxian got one point and Qin Lin got one point."

The second round begins.

Not surprisingly, Su Yu glanced at the bright words at will, and interpreted them. It was like eating and drinking, without thinking, looking at Qin Lin, staring at the four or five breaths before putting together the meaning of the word combination.

"In the second round, Su Yuxian got one point and Qin Lin got one point."

"In the third round, Su Yuxian got one point and Qin Lin got one point."

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"In the fifteenth round, Su Yuxian got one point and Qin Lin got one point."

At this moment, the two of Qin Lin dare to be half relaxed, facing Su Yu like an enemy.

"In the medium term, I'll ask Your Excellency again!" Qin Lin said positively.

In the early days, they lost, and they lost completely. The title of Su Yu has changed from "taboo" to "high name".

Su Yu's weight in their hearts gradually increased.

"Say, nameless." Su Yu waved his hand. "Continue."

The altar rotates at an accelerated speed, more than double the initial period, and the moment when the text appears is very short, and the text is more jerky and difficult to understand.

It takes more than eight breaths for Qin Lin to understand.

And Su Yu, when millions of people broke through their glasses, still underestimated the glance, burned the translated fonts, and gave them to the frontline sacrifice.

As if he was still in the early stages, the so-called increased difficulty had no effect on him.

In contrast, Qin Lin and the two took eight breaths to start recording.

A closer inspection reveals that fine sweat beads are emitted from the foreheads of both of their heads.

They are nervous, not because they are difficult in the medium term, but because their opponents are too strong and beyond their imagination, putting them under tremendous pressure.

A ray of rich and pure energy is infused into Su Yu's body, and the Dan Tian in his body overflows slowly and stably.

Succeeded!

This move once again caused a million people to marvel: "I'm going! Who is this old guy? We have such a peerless writing master in Dongtianfu area?"

"You don't know him?" Someone scorned.

"I haven't seen it. Just now, what famous person can't be achieved?" The answeree shook his head blankly.

"Sudan shopkeeper at Dandanpu, do you know?"

"What? It's him! The Su shopkeeper who sells the red dust of refining the heart?" The one who heard the words was surprised.

Today's Tianya City, who doesn't know the heart-red dust, and who doesn't know its owner, is a small shopkeeper named Su Yuxian?

The people in Dongtianfu area are very proud. For many years, they have finally appeared a master of wooden characters, and they are the masters who crushed Qin Lin.

In front of Su Yuxian, he used to be called the top master of wooden writing in Zhongzhou, just like a student.

This kind of brow exultation is beyond description.

Lu Chu Yiqian's eyes flickered slightly, staring at Su Yu's figure, her heart wavering.

I don't know why, the more she looks at Su Yu, the more she feels familiar. The subtle manners, speech, and temperament all coincide with the deep shadows in her mind.

The same temperament is dusty, gentle and elegant, the same calm and calm, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the same dazzling Quartet, the skills are shocked.

What happened in front of the eyes, how similar to the silver-haired boy named Yin Yu in Tianji Shenge?

Only one of them was a teenager, and the other was a pale-haired old man.

"Who is he?" Lu Chuyi looked at Su Yu, with doubts in his heart that could not be resolved.

Hu Wangui showed his murderous face, and was Su Yuxian or Su Yuxian again!

Throw the red dust of heart-making, destroy his plan to suppress the Red Blood Palace, kill it halfway, and destroy his sacrifices.

Was this man deliberately destroying his carefully arranged good deeds?

Things are going in a worse and worse direction, an unprecedented direction!

In the crowd, a petite figure clinging to the side of a beautiful middle-aged woman, holding her hands on her chest, staring coldly at Su Yu on the stage: "I can't see it, he hides it really deep. , No hint of the talent of Mu characters. "

"Well, it's awkward. He is still a talent. If it can be used for the Broken Fairy Cliff, it is not impossible." Ling Xianzi said coldly.

Also in the crowd are Haoyuejushi and Qin Yuanzhu.

"Hehe, Zhenshen didn't expect him to be so powerful!" Haoyuejushi shot cold light in his eyes, and his hatred tumbled.

The head of Qin Yuan's eyes turned cold: "Huh, is he making troubles in my Shizhen Shuyuan? Now he has the scenery and can't spare him afterwards!"

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Altar sacrifices continue.

"In the second round, Su Yuxian scored two points and Qin Lin scored two points."

"Third round ..."

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"In the eighth round, Su Yuxian scored two points and Qin Lin scored two points."

At this moment, Su Yu's image left to the crowd is still light and light, and he is at ease.

The Qin Lin two obviously reached the limit, sweating as if exhausted.

"Excuse me again, the master is famous!" In Qin Lin's title, Su Yu is already a master.

It can be seen that they have awe in Su Yu's heart.

"Unknown Junior." Su Yu answered concisely and clearly.

next round.

Su Yu was successful, but Qin Lin was unable to answer it in time due to pressure. Translation failed and was eliminated.

"In the tenth round, Su Yuxian succeeded, two points!"

"In the eleventh round, Su Yuxian succeeded, two points!"

He has reached the eleventh round of Qin Lin's highest record, but the crowd of millions does not feel strange, but thinks it should be. From the performance of Su Yu, far more than that.

Twelve rounds ~ www.novelhall.com ~ success.

Thirteen rounds, success.

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Thirty rounds, success!

"Late sacrifice, start." The master of ceremonies said loudly, her voice trembling unknowingly.

For the first time since the sacrifice began, someone broke into the late stage!

This is unprecedented.

The altar accelerated again, three times faster than before!

Moreover, the wooden characters appearing are extremely lonely.

The Qin Lins stood under the stage, staring nervously and excitedly. They were also the first glimpses of the later Mu characters.

唰 ——

It's just three breaths away, and the wooden characters appearing flash across.