"Ha, is it interesting to hold on?

Whether you want to attract attention or attract my attention, it will be useless!"

Li Qinghe raised his chin slightly and said proudly.

Li Feng was absolutely defeated.

Where does this woman have confidence?

"Okay... Then I'll write it!"

Li Feng walked out of the crowd with a smile.

Li Qinghe immediately took out his cell phone and sneered: "The scene of your ugly appearance will spread throughout Qingshan County within half a day."

I told you to brag! This time, I will make you look ugly! Old Man Li didn't say anything, and he smiled and handed her a pen in Shanghai.

At the same time, a friendly reminder said: "Young people, this kind of pen is different from the pen we usually write. Don't dip it too much!"

"Thank you, I don't need water!"

Li Feng took the sponge pen and smiled slightly.

“No water?

Then how do you write it?"

The old man surnamed Li frowned.

The words on the ground have already been dried.

Li Feng shook the sponge pen.

Remove the last bit of moisture.

"Yan Zhenqing once said that his strength was so strong that Wang Xizhi could write deeply."

Li Feng said lightly, "Today, I'll try it out!"

"boom!"

The crowd exploded.

"Bold, I actually compared myself to Yan Zhenqing and Wang Xizhi!"

"Arrogant!"

"Mr. Li, wake up this arrogant young man!"

The crowd of onlookers would definitely not be able to bear it.

Chinese people worship ancient people.

Especially, everyone who has left their names in history.

Li Feng's behavior was unacceptable to everyone present.

Old Man Li frowned slightly: "It is good for young people to be aggressive, but it is not a good thing to be too arrogant."

How come a pretty good young man is so impetuous?

"I didn't expect that you are not only thick-skinned, but also brave!"

Li Qinghe pinched his waist and sarcastically mocked Li Feng.

Li Feng was too lazy to pay attention to her, so he was content to "write" on the ground with a waterless pen.

The pen tip fell to the ground, and Li Feng's arms trembled slightly.

Now, even the old head who had been humble, shook his head and sighed slightly.

"This young man has a good posture, but it's a pity..." Li Feng didn't care about the eyes of the people around him at all, and he calmly used his pen.

Li Qinghe recorded the whole process without missing a single point.

As the pen tip moves, Li Feng slowly said: "The thin gold body is important to start with steady strokes, speed of strokes, and end with peace of mind.

Point the golden hook and iron stroke, one stroke and three turns.

Every stroke is like a sword unsheathed."

Old man Li narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, Li Feng was like a sharp sword unsheathed.

A bitter breath on his body was completely natural.

"Writing a thin gold body requires not only posture, but also aura in your heart!"

Li Feng took back the pen tip and handed the pen back to Old Man Li, "Your thin gold body has only appearance but no inner body. Let's write regular script!"

After saying that, Li Feng left.

Left a group of stunned onlookers.

"Grandpa, this guy is so shameless!"

Li Qinghe was so angry that she stamped her feet, "I'm gesturing a few times, who are you fooling me?"

Damn guy, stepping on grandpa in front of so many people! "Haha, young man! It's understandable."

It doesn't matter to Old Man Li.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, a series of slight explosions sounded on the ground.

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

Tragic flying around.

Before everyone could react.

The sound ended.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

The bluestone floor was in a mess.

Fine dust spreads over it.

A strong wind blew.

The dust flew away.

The true appearance of the bluestone slab was presented to everyone.

"OMG!"

"This is impossible!"

There were many screams in the crowd.

Two lines of words were actually chiseled from the hard bluestone slab.

The muscles and bones are thin and hard, like a sharp sword being unsheathed.

It is an authentic thin gold body.

"I fought for three thousand miles in one body, and once became a million divisions with one sword..." Old Li finished his thoughts tremblingly, and suddenly turned to the direction where Li Feng left.

This young man actually carved two lines of poetry on the bluestone slab with a sponge pen! Everyone present was shocked and speechless.

Is there such a magical skill?

Li Qinghe was even more dumbfounded.
Chapter completed!