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As soon as Li Heci¡¯s words came out, everyone present was stunned.
When they woke up, they all let out cries of disbelief. It was impossible to imagine that Master Li would voluntarily admit defeat without even touching his pen.
Looking at Cheng Yijie who was still crazy next to him, they felt more and more desperate.
There were several members of the Calligraphy and Painting Association present. Their lips moved, but in the end they said nothing.
They naturally also know what all this represents. Asakusa Ryuichiro's painting has reached a state that they cannot touch.
In response to that sentence, even if it is to kill the enemy, it is unable to return to the sky. This gap is too big.
On the contrary, on the other side of the Big Inu Country, everyone burst into cheers, headed by Asakusa Chi, who all laughed happily.
"I originally thought that coming to Xuanyuan to challenge this time would be somewhat difficult. Who knew that you people really let me down."
Seeing the arrogance of the little devils, Li Heci closed his eyes in pain.
As a contemporary painting saint, he failed to defend the dignity of Xuanyuan Painting. This was a great shame for him, and his heart was more painful than a knife.
"I am incompetent and have no face to face my ancestors."
When he thought of this, his heart became cruel and he suddenly hit the corner next to him.
Li Heci did it very decisively and with full strength. If he really hit the corner, he would definitely end up with a bloody head.
Everyone was immersed in the heavy blow. When they realized this, it was too late to stop them, and everyone couldn't help but scream.
Li Heci was determined to die, and he used all his strength this time, but he found that his head was not on a hard corner, but instead was held up by an invisible force.
Then an indifferent voice sounded: "Okay, there is no need to make a fuss over this trivial matter."
Li Heci opened his eyes and saw that his head just hit Song Haotian's palm.
"teacher¡¡"
Although he was rescued, his heart was still full of despair.
If the other party is only at the subtle state, asking the teacher to take action may still have the power to fight, but the other party is at the state of transformation, and even Song Haotian is no match for the other party.
Song Haotian retracted his right hand and said coldly: "You are really an old fool. If you die, think about the consequences?"
Li Heci was shocked when he heard this. If he really killed himself here today, if word spread, it would mean that Xuanyuan Painting Dao had lost to the Big Dog Kingdom, and even the painting saint committed suicide on the spot. Not only would it not help, but on the contrary It fueled the arrogance of the little devils.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly said respectfully: "Teacher, this disciple has been taught."
At this moment, Asakusa said jokingly: "Li Heci, why don't you die? If I were you, I would definitely hit you to death. I can't even win against a 20-year-old young man. How can I live with dignity in this world?"
Ryuichiro Asakusa said proudly: "The world of Xuanyuan painting is nothing more than this, and it only has the name of a great country."
As soon as the father and son said this, the expressions of everyone present changed. Many people clenched their fists tightly and wanted to rush forward to argue, but they were powerless.
"What? Are you not convinced?"
Asakusa looked at everyone present triumphantly and said sarcastically: "Now that even your strongest painting saint has no courage to take action, what else can you Xuanyuan people do besides gnashing your teeth and stamping your feet and beating your chest?
"Just like when you were defeated, the so-called dragon and the sleeping lion are just self-comfort"
As soon as his words fell on the eyes of the Xuanyuan people present, the flames of anger burned.
Angry and humiliated, everyone wanted to step forward and tear these Japs into pieces, but taking action at this time would only add to the laughing stock no matter what the outcome.
Even Liu Zimei, Cao Yanran and others were livid with anger, wishing that someone would stand up and slap these little devils in the face.
"Okay, there's no point in bullying these losers, let's go."
Asakusa shook her head triumphantly, turned around and prepared to take the people away.
And at this moment, an indifferent voice resounded throughout the audience: "Did I let you go? Even a small barbarian country dares to come here to show off its power. Do you really think that we, Xuanyuan, just come and leave at the drop of a hat?"
The sound is not loud, but it reaches everyone¡¯s ears clearly.
Everyone who was feeling humiliated looked at the voice, and it was Song Haotian who spoke.
? ?Not Mr. Song. "
Tang Ning hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, fearing that Song Haotian would attack these little devils in anger, which would be very embarrassing.
No matter what the outcome is, Xuanyuan will be labeled as a loser, and the consequences will be disastrous.
Asakusa Zhi turned around and smiled coldly: "Xuanyuan people, what do you mean? Are you ready to take action if you can't afford to lose?"
Song Haotian said indifferently: "Lost? You are really ignorant. Do you think you can defeat our Xuanyuan painting world with your little tricks?"
I am really ignorant. Do I really think that there is no one in our Xuanyuan painting world? "
"Young man, are you not convinced? If you have the ability, then you can compete with us." Asakusa laughed and raised her finger to Cheng Yijie next to her, "As long as you are not afraid of ending up like this!"
"It's a trivial skill, nothing worth mentioning."
Song Haotian also looked at Cheng Yijie. He didn't take action directly just now, because he also wanted this guy to suffer some pain as punishment from before.
At this moment, his expression became serious, and he shouted fiercely: "You little evil spirit, don't leave me yet!"
"Hahahaha, you ignorant Xuanyuan people are really arrogant. Do you think you are a god"
Just as Asakusa was about to taunt, Cheng Yijie's body shook violently, as if he was shuddering, and then his eyes returned to clarity, and there was no longer the crazy look of dancing around before.
"Mr. Song, thank you for saving my life."
Cheng Yijie had just been possessed by a vicious spirit, but he was fully aware of what was going on around him. He bowed deeply, with an expression on his face that was both grateful and ashamed.
"this¡¡"
Not only him, but the entire Big Dog Kingdom was shocked by Song Haotian's methods. Unexpectedly, the other party released Cheng Yijie's evil spirit with just a casual word.
Asakusa Ryuichiro's expression became extremely solemn, and only now did he begin to face his opponent.
On Xuanyuan¡¯s side, Li Heci and others were all delighted. They didn¡¯t expect Song Haotian to have such ability.
After Asakusa was shocked, she said: "Xuanyuan people, this is nothing. What we are competing in is painting. If you are capable, let me compete formally with my son."
After he said this, Li Heci and others felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on their heads, and they immediately regained their composure.
Even if Song Haotian has the means to exorcise evil spirits, he cannot compare with the other party's realm of transformation. In this way, Xuanyuan will be humiliated by the other party again.
¡°He¡¯s such a loser and he¡¯s not worthy of me taking action.¡±
Song Haotian glanced at Asakusa Ryuichiro, his eyes full of disdain.
Asakusa shouted arrogantly: "Hahaha, Xuanyuan people, can I think you are afraid?"
Song Haotian shook his head contemptuously: "I think too much. My daughter can crush you wastes with just a few strokes."
As soon as he said these words, the whole place fell into silence. Everyone stared with disbelief.
Everyone wondered if they heard it wrong. They had seen with their own eyes how powerful the other party was. Song Haotian actually said that he would let two little guys fight. Isn't this a joke? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com