Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

"Let me show you, what is real calligraphy!"

Wang Xizhi smiled loudly, held the pen in his right hand, and pointed towards the starry sky. In a short while, the star field ten miles away was full of literary energy, forming a deep pool.

The water in the pool is literary spirit, talent, and the fragrance of pen and ink.

"What is this for?"

This weird move made everyone present feel confused and extremely puzzled.

"Gorgeous!"

"Gorgeous!"

The book writer sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

Wang Xizhi ignored it, and walked towards the pool step by step. With each step, the talent around him would become much stronger, like the rising sun, becoming more and more dazzling.

By the time he stepped onto the pool, his surging talent had already overshadowed the literary world.

With everyone watching, he dipped his pen in the pool of water.

Then, start writing.

A drop!
The starry sky began to vibrate, and wisps of power came one after another, making the void unable to bear it, and it would collapse at any time.

The characters he wrote are also 'Tao'!
It turns out that to win a man's heart, he has to beat him at what he does best.

"Humph!"

The book writer stood by the side, secretly annoyed, is this provoking him?
Disgrace yourself!

He still doesn't believe that the word 'Tao' written by Wang Xizhi can reach the half-step extraordinary level.

But gradually, the face of writing the book became solemn, and he was shocked to find that Wang Xizhi's calligraphy level had also reached the half-step transcendence level.

"how can that be?"

The writer of the book was shocked, his pupils clenched together, and although his expression did not change, his hands tucked into his cuffs were uncontrollably tightened.

This unconscious action shows that he is very nervous at the moment.

In the Palace of Literature, there are five courtyards in total!
They are the Academy of Literature, the Academy of Poetry, the Academy of Ci, the Academy, and the Academy of Painting!
According to the ancestral precepts left by Wenzu, when discussing Tao with literature, as long as you lose three times, it is considered that the Palace of Literature has lost.

So, he can't lose!

This is related to the honor of Wen Gong.

"All right!"

Just when the book was written and the mind was turning, Wang Xizhi had already written the pen, the light of Wenhua flickered, and the lingering power made people look mesmerized.

"what?"

Wen Zhibi was taken aback, so fast?
He hurriedly looked and found a word 'Tao' hanging in the air, no matter the artistic conception or the power of Tao contained in it, it was a little bit stronger than the word 'Tao' written by him.

"Losing?"

This thought appeared in Wen Zhibi's mind, making him feel cold all over.

Do not!
Can't lose!
Absolutely can't lose!
"His handwriting is only slightly better than mine. As long as I don't say it, the rest of the people won't be able to see it. In this case, it should be a tie!"

"If you use it properly, you can win this game!"

The eyes of the writer of the book flashed, and an evil thought was born, and the flustered state of mind gradually stabilized.

With the end of the two rounds of discussion, the starry sky around the literary world was filled with the aura of a lot of strong people, even the arrogance and strong men of the top ten ethnic groups came.

"The artistic conception of these two words seems to be the same, so who wins?"

"I don't know, anyway, I can't see any good words. The only difference is that Wang Xizhi's words are more pleasing to the eye!"

"It is estimated that a professional appraisal will be required!"

"Keshu is the number one calligrapher in the heavens and myriad worlds. Who is qualified to appraise his calligraphy?"

As expected by the author of the book, the many warriors who watched couldn't tell the quality of the two ink treasures at all. This is the difference between amateurs and professionals.

"Elder Shu, you are a senior and a well-known calligrapher, so let you evaluate it!"

Hearing the discussions around, Wang Xizhi said with a smile without changing his face.

"it is good!"

Naturally, the writer of the book would not refuse, strode forward, read it pretentiously, then shook his head and said: "I have to say, the younger generation is awesome!"

Wang Xizhi narrowed his eyes slightly. Unexpectedly, there should be a turning point behind this sentence.

"However, there is still a lack of practice, and the brushwork is a little immature, but at a young age, he has reached a half-step extraordinary, and the future is boundless!"

After a pause, the book writer continued.

The implication of these words is that Wang Xizhi's "Tao" character is not as good as his "Tao" character.

"It seems that Great Qin Immortal Court has lost!"

After listening to the strong onlookers, they all believed the words written by the book, and shook their heads regretfully.

Only a few people remained hesitant.

"false!"

"Is this the scholar?"

Among the crowd, a handsome young man in coarse clothes, holding a volume of ancient books in his hands, said with disdain: "I thought the literary world was a holy place for preaching, but now it seems that I can't enter it!"

In his hands, the ancient book glowed with a faint golden light.

It seems to agree with the words of the boy in rough clothes.

"is it?"

Wang Xizhi narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze was like a sword, and asked.

His voice is not loud, but he has a righteous spirit, which can make people subconsciously confide in his heart.

Words can communicate with God!

"No"

The author of the book was about to say no, but when the words came to his lips, he immediately reacted: "Otherwise?"

After saying this, he looked at Wang Xizhi with fear in his eyes, decided to cut through the mess quickly, raised his right hand and said, "This elder swears with his Dao heart, what he said is absolutely true!"

Dao heart swears!

A contract with the heavens and the world, if violated, will be backlashed by the Dao heart and die.

However, Dao Xin's oath sounds serious, but in fact there are loopholes to exploit.

It's like the two ink treasures in front of you, because no one can identify them, so you can't tell the difference.

And the writing of the book only needs to be firm that you are the winner, even if you swear by your heart, you can't tell the difference, so naturally you won't be hurt in the slightest.

"Pity!"

In the crowd, Zhan Huanggu shook his head and said.

"That's not necessarily true!"

Beside him, Zhan Ruling was wearing a white robe, with black hair hanging behind him, and said affirmatively.

He found that Guiguzi, Li Bai, Dong Zhongshu and others in the Great Qin Immortal Court were calm and not nervous at all.

What does this mean?
It shows that the Great Qin Immortal Court has not been defeated yet!

Zhan Huanggu blinked his eyes, did something happen?
"is it?"

On the pool, Wang Xizhi asked again. Unlike the last time, he didn't use the awe-inspiring righteousness this time.

"This elder swears with Dao heart, how can it be false?"

The writer of the book looked at Wang Xizhi, who had always been indifferent, and for some reason, felt a little uneasy, and said angrily.

"I gave you a chance!"

Wang Xizhi shook his head indifferently, and put the writing brush in his hand in the pool of water condensed by literary energy.

The black ink instantly dyed the pool red.

It became the ink pool.

Immediately afterwards, a vast literary energy soared into the sky, falling into the calligraphy written by Wang Xizhi, as if the seal had been lifted, and countless forces swarmed in.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying supreme coercion spread from the ink treasure, sweeping all directions.

It seems that there is an invincible strong man who came to this world.

Click!

The boundless void exploded.

The three thousand ways crawl, and the endless law retreats.

Even the onlookers standing thousands of miles away felt the supreme power, as if they were carrying countless sacred mountains, unable to move an inch.

This vision lasted for thirty breaths.

After the vision dissipated, everyone was stunned.

I saw the word "Tao" written by the book, completely crawling under the word "Tao" written by Wang Xizhi, like a courtier worshiping the king, crumbling, as if it would disappear at any time.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Xizhi's word 'Tao', as if they were in the world of Dao power, and the endless Dao lingered around their bodies, purifying their souls.

boom!
In an instant, terrifying breaths erupted out one after another.

Many martial artists who observed the Taoist characters broke through one after another.

"Hiss, this word is amazing!"

"I feel that I have entered a special state of cultivation, which is a bit like the resonance of the Tao!"

After Zhan Huanggu woke up, he took a deep breath.

Behind him, a phantom of an ape appeared, fighting the sky and the earth, causing the world to collapse and everything to die.

"It's not the way that resonates, but the way taught by the saint!"

Zhan Ruling, who was always calm, couldn't keep his composure, and said with a flushed face, that only a master of calligraphy, who is extraordinary and holy, can make people so friendly.

What is a saint?

In martial arts, all saints are ants.

And in the way of calligraphy, all under the saint master are beginners.

Afterwards, Zhan Ruling looked at the book and wrote, and said indifferently: "This guy is going to be in trouble!"

Dao heart swears!

It's good that there is no winner, but now that the winner has been decided, the writer of the book will suffer the consequences of Dao Xin's backlash.

Self-inflicted sin, do not live!