"roll!"

Su Haoran couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly turned around and pointed at Xia Xue's nose and cursed: "You are a girl, you can say anything. Do you still know what shame is?"

"Me!" Xia Xue shivered when she was scolded, and her bright big eyes flashed with a little aggrieved.

"Su Haoran, you are too arrogant."

Xia Zhongqiu, the king of South China Sea, walked quickly to Su Haoran and shouted loudly: "Although I cherish my talents and am willing to cultivate you with all my heart, you have repeatedly targeted the princess. If I don't teach you a lesson and don't suppress your arrogance, I think you will go to heaven in the future!"

This time Xia Xue didn't speak for Su Haoran, as if she also wanted to force Su Haoran with the King of South China Sea.

But both of them were wrong, both Xia Zhongqiu and Xia Xue.

As the overlord of the Human Emperor, he was still an immortal martial emperor in his previous life. Could he be oppressed by them?

Su Haoran looked directly at the King of South China Sea and said in a humble and arrogant manner: "I wonder how the prince will teach me a lesson? Do you want to bully the small with your strength?"

The head-on conflict between the two led everyone else to come.

Li Xiran frowned and said, "Old Xia, do you think it's appropriate to bully younger generations like this as your identity? Come on, if you really want to beat me, I, Lao Li, will accompany you."

You should know that Xia Zhongqiu belongs to the royal family and has an extraordinary identity.

For Su Haoran, Li Xiran dared to fight him head-on, which was a struggle.

Xia Zhongqiu sneered: "Old Li, don't think I dare not fight you. But if I am tough today, I'm afraid you will all say behind my back that I'm domineering. Why not do this? How about I fight Su Haoranwen?"

"What kind of literary battle?" Li Xiran asked.

Xia Zhongqiu said: "Chinese martial arts are profound and profound, and the principles of literature and martial arts are also in comparison. Fist, foot, sword, sword, and sword, corresponding to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I will play chess with him with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Is this okay?"

"No!" Li Xiran became even more anxious this time.

But Su Haoran waved his hand and said, "I'll compete with him."

"You!" Li Xiran was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

Wu Zun walked up and said, "Boy, you have to think about it before speaking. When King Nanhai was young, he was a famous talent in Daxia. His running script and pen were a masterpiece in the literary world."

"The young man is so terrifying!"

Beihai King Hu Xiao said in a sigh: "I think it can be compared. Haoran is young and it is not embarrassing to lose."

Su Haoran agreed in person, and Hu Xiao said that he could compete, but Li Xiran could not stop him anymore.

Of course, Li Xiran also understood that Su Haoran repeatedly refused to abandon Xia Zhongqiu's scolding today, which had long made the domineering old man feel dissatisfied. If this old guy didn't regain his face, he might have to cause trouble for Su Haoran in the future.

At this time, Su Haoran acted like a newborn calf in front of these old princes and asked confidently: "Prince, what should we compare first, how can we compare methods?"

Xia Zhongqiu's eyes were full of brilliance and said, "Chess, calligraphy and painting, and two wins in three games. After you lose, just apologize to me solemnly and agree to marry Princess Snow."

"Then what if I win?" Su Haoran asked.

"Haha! Do you still want to win when competing with me?"

Xia Zhongqiu sneered: "Okay, you said, what do you want if you win?"

Su Haoran said: "Your dignified prince must have a rich family background. I don't want more, just ten pieces of spiritual jade!"

"Ten yuan, a big appetite!"

Xia Zhongqiu was angry and laughed. Even though he was the King of South China Sea, even if he was a direct royal family, and even if his family was well-off, asking him to take out ten pieces of spiritual jade at once would be like cutting off his body.

But naturally he would not be stopped by Su Haoran, so he nodded and said, "I bet on you, and I will not bully you. Which one do you think you should compare first."

Su Haoran said confidently: "Isn't the prince a good pen? Isn't the younger generation talented? I'm willing to fight your pencil with a single ink sword."

"Okay, take the pen and ink!" Xia Zhongqiu pointed at the long table beside him.

"Please!" Su Haoran stepped to the table.

The guards beside him quickly took out pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

The two of them met at the same table, and when they were grinding each other, their eyes began to confront each other like swords.

Rust!

Gradually, Su Haoran's grinding technique began to accelerate, and a slight sound of sharpening a sword was heard from the Duan inkstone.

At first, the sound was not loud, but gradually it made people's eardrums hurt.

"What a domineering sword intent!"

Hu Xiao saw it and raised his head and laughed, "I'll just say that, you can compare. Just by this sword intent, the pen has not been completed, but it has become invincible."

"Old Hu, can you be quiet?"

Xia Zhongqiu was upset when he heard this. He picked up his pen and dyed the ink, turned his wrists lightly, and wrote quickly on the rice paper. He quickly wrote four words, "Invincible!"

"Good momentum, every stroke is like a knife, and between hooks and folds, it is like the sharp blade exposed."

"The pencil sharpener is extremely heavy, and every word seems to be about to split the ink and jump on the paper."

"Just these four words, you can sell for 20 million on the market!"

Once these four words were released, although the other princes were unhappy with Xia Zhongqiu's behavior of being big or small, they had to admit that his words were really written in a grand manner.

Even though this old guy is over fifty years old, his writing still reveals the coldness that only young people have.

Appreciated by several old kings, a look of excitement appeared on Xia Zhongqiu's face and even gave Su Haoran a contemptuous look.

But Su Haoran was not afraid at all. He picked up the pen and dipped it ink and sneered: "It's better to see it at first sight than to be famous, but that's it!"

But that's it?

Xia Zhongqiu was so angry that he held his right hand fiercely, and the brush broke into two pieces with a click in his hand.

At the same time, Su Haoran put his pen on the paper, like a sword pulling out of the sheath. When he finishes his pen, he looks like a peerless swordsman stabbing and releasing it freely, and clicks until he hits it.

Then the two vertical lines were hung in succession, with the pen tip standing like a giant sword hanging on the monument, and it was like an ancient general who was facing the Hitachi sword, and wanted to rush his troops to go out to war.

"Great courage!"

"Although I only wrote the word "grass" in the name, its sword intent has already become a peerless swordsman."

"I don't know what words he wants to write, but just looking at the strength of these three strokes, it is no less than Lao Xia's 'invincible'!"

The old kings watching were all amazed by the word "老典".

Xia Zhongtian, who had not said anything just now, was originally psychologically towards Xia Zhongqiu, but at this time he even sincerely exclaimed.

Xia Zhongqiu, who was originally a master of calligraphy, was so scared that he took a step back after seeing the three strokes that Su Haoran had dropped.

Then Su Haoran continued to wield ink, and after a few strokes, the word "老" vividly appeared on the paper.

Especially under the last vertical stroke, the ink is lifted lightly with the tip of the hair, and the brush strokes seem to be getting lighter and lighter, but in fact, the sword intent remains on the paper, forming a sharp momentum that penetrates the back of the paper.

"What a good word "cao". When the word "cao" was first written, there was only the peerless feeling of a swordsman, and the last stroke was completed, and the power of a swordsman was the swordsman."

"Although I'm not very good at writing, I know how to write. Su Haoran actually combines regular script and cursive script into one, with both straightforward and unrestrained personality. If it's not as powerful as a sword, just from the perspective of calligraphy attainments, Su Haoran has already won."

"Wenbi, it depends on the characters anyway. Su Haoran wins when talking about calligraphy."

Xia Zhongtian, Hu Xiao, and Li Xiran made clear their attitude at this time and even said bluntly that Su Haoran won.

This time, Su Haoran did not use the exchange skills, but his words were written just fine. In terms of vision and mood, the Immortal Martial Emperor in his previous life was far more than his opponents.

Xia Zhongqiu knew that his calligraphy was not as good as Su Haoran, but at this time he said stubbornly: "We are also competing with martial arts. How can we win if the calligraphy is written well?"

Su Haoran smiled contemptuously and said, "Don't admit defeat?"

"Of course I don't agree, unless you can tell me what I can admit defeat." Xia Zhongqiu said with his neck twitched.

"Then listen."

Su Haoran pointed to his own word "老" and said seriously: "The roots of herbs are weak, seemingly incompetent and powerless, but they cannot be burned by wildfires and grow again when they blow. Although the grass leaves are fragile, Ye Feng can cut through the thickest skin in the world. Do you think I will win?"

"You!" Xia Zhongqiu knew that Su Haoran was referring to something, and his face turned red in an instant.

Su Haoran continued: "Those who practice martial arts to the extreme can also hurt people by picking flowers and flying leaves. Although the grass is weak, it has the power of killing people. I use the grass with weak roots to represent my origin. As long as the grass roots are not extinguished, I can continue to emit new buds, just like the heart of a swordsman. If the sword heart is not extinguished, the sword will be indestructible."

Yes, yes, yes!

The bystander nodded repeatedly when he heard it, and even Xia Xue could hear it, and small stars flashed in her eyes.

But Xia Zhongqiu was still convinced. He pressed his hands on the table and retorted: "What's the use of saying these bullshit theories? Can these mean that martial arts are better than me?"

"Then I will let you see the true meaning of the word "cao"!" As Su Haoran spoke, he raised his hand and pointed it on his rice paper.

Knock!

Then, a gentle sword sounded quietly, like the sound of a sharp sword being sheathed.

The sword intent left by Su Haoran flew forward and cut Xia Zhongqiu's "Invincible Battle" into two pieces with a slash.

"So amazing, his sword intent can actually use ink to transmit power."

"This kid gave us another surprise, an all-round talent! I want to buy this word."

"Don't argue with me, I want the word Su Haoran."

Several old kings started to steal the words as if they were snatching people in the afternoon.

Xia Zhongqiu was speechless this time, watching the four-character pen he had just written was cut off, and his chest was fluctuating violently.
To be continued...