Qin Yan narrowed his eyes, looked at Shizuko Yano, and said in a deep voice: "You asked me to kneel down?"

It's over!

Pan Fei complained in his heart, Yano Shizuko was trying to die.

Shizuko Yano smiled and said proudly: "So what if you ask you to kneel down? Our Yano family, but the distinguished guests of Kitaofeng City, and any big family, must treat us respectfully."

“So what?”

Qin Yan took a step forward and walked towards Shizuko Yano.

Shizuko Yano frowned, but she didn't expect the other party to be quite arrogant. She pointed at Pan Fei and said, "See, he is the heir of the Pan Group. With a gun, you dare not kneel down?"

"gun?"

Qin Yan turned around and looked, Pan Fei shivered, took out the gun, and threw it directly to the ground.

"Pan Feijun, you..." Shizuko Yano's eyes widened and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Are there any guns?"

Qin Yan asked lightly, and walked to Shizuko Yano.

Seeing this, Pan Fei hurriedly reminded: "Miss Yano Shizuko, Master Qin is very good, so let's leave."

"No, I came to China to destroy the ambition of the people here, defeat them, let them kneel down, and beg for mercy like a dog." Shizuko Yano kept shook her head, refusing to leave.

"Haha, do you want to leave?"

Qin Yan pointed to the entire venue and sneered: "You said that these literary masters have no roots. I don't object. You said that they are not as good as garbage. I agree, but you belittle China and say that our culture is not as good as you. Do you really think that we are not as rich as China?"

"A mere Japanese man dares to come to our China to clamor. Who are you?"

"It's just a trick to paint ink!"

Qin Yan swept his eyes, his momentum was released, and the majestic pressure was crushed away. Not only Shizuko Yano, but others were also shrouded in it.

Yano Shizuko breathed and her face turned pale.

The others were shocked, as if they were in a storm. Master Yu, Shen Qiansheng and other literary masters could not even lift their waists. It was not until this moment that they realized Qin Yan's horror.

regret!

Shocked!

You know, at the beginning, they humiliated Qin Yan without any concealment and wanted to drive Qin Yan away, but Qin Yan just smiled faintly and responded to a poem, not despising to argue with them at all.

Slaughtered millions of soldiers from all over the world,

The sword in the waist is still bloody.

I smiled at myself,

Who dares to speak out again?

Finally, they understood the meaning of these four poems.

Who dares to speak out with a sneering eyebrows?

Master Yu trembled all over, his legs became weak, and he knelt on the ground with a bang.

"Qin, Master Qin, I am ignorant, please save us."

The others' faces were flushed and showed a pleading look. As for Shen Qiansheng, he looked very regretful. If he had known this, he would have stood on Qin Yan's side before.

Qin Yan chuckled and said, "Didn't you say I'm not qualified?"

"Yes, you are the sponsor. If we were not for you, we literary masters would not have the chance to get together."

Shen Qiansheng approached with a flattering look on his face.

"fart!"

Qin Yan browed frivolously and said in a deep voice: "Hmph, just the virtues of you, you are all self-righteous and proud of your literati. You regard money as dirt, and you can't stand me. If you have the ability, don't ask me."

"Do you really think I'm a sponsor and sit in the front row?"

The words fell.

The others were a little stunned, weren't they?

Qin Yan continued: "Haha, if there were only you wastes in Beifeng City, it wouldn't be surprising to be bullied by Japanese people. He also had the face to say that I was arrogant and let you see what real art is today."

Finished!

Qin Yan stepped forward, and everyone made way for the road, with disdain and curiosity on his face, wanting to see what Qin Yan has to do?

"You dare to take it out to show off your ugly face when you splash ink and paint it?"

Qin Yan picked it up, rubbed it in his hand, and threw it directly at Shizuko Yano's feet.

Yano Shizuko said angrily: "You, dare you destroy my painting?"

"So what if I ruined it? Show off my power here. Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Qin Yan's eyes were burning, and a splendid light burst out, like a sharp sword, piercing into Shizuko Yano's heart, making her heart frightened and shocked.

"I'm optimistic, the literature and art of China is not just about painting by splashing ink."

Qin Yan stood in front of the table, with a silent expression and said lightly: "Where is Cheng Qingxuan?"

"exist!"

Cheng Qingxuan was shocked. She had a grudge with Pan Fei and kept huddling at the end until Qin Yan called her, and she dared to raise her head.

Qin Yan said: "Go and get a handful of yellow sand."

Yellow sand?

Cheng Qingxuan was stunned.

Yano Shizuko was stunned.

Master Yu and Shen Qiansheng were also stunned.

What is the relationship between yellow sand and painting?

Cheng Qingxuan nodded and walked outside. Before leaving, she glared at Pan Fei fiercely.

"Where is Chen Qiansheng?" Qin Yan spoke again.

"exist!"

Chen Qiansheng was full of excitement and hurried forward.

Qin Yan said: "Get a basin of clear water back."

Clear water?

Everyone was stunned, first there was yellow sand, then there was Qingshui. What were they doing?

You know, Shizuko Yano paints ink, and yellow sand and clear water have nothing to do with painting.

Cheng Qingxuan brought back the yellow sand, and Chen Qiansheng brought back a basin of clear water.

"Look at it!"

Qin Yan sprinkled the yellow sand on the table and slowly smoothed it. He stretched out a finger and gently stroked the table. A trace appeared on the yellow sand, crisscrossing and spreading across the entire tabletop.

Immediately afterwards, he lightly tapped between his fingers, and various prototypes appeared on the yellow sand, paths, rivers, mountains, and rows of thatched huts and houses, which were vivid and lifelike, and turned into a pastoral land.

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

Painting with sand is more than a hundred times better than painting ink. What's more, using only the color of yellow sand can outline such an image pattern, which is a shocking and unparalleled experience.

"This is...sand painting!"

Master Yu's whole body trembled and stared at the table frantically. He had invaded calligraphy and painting for decades, but he had never encountered such a situation.

A work that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Fame forever.

Just a sand painting, Qin Yan's attainment in calligraphy and painting has surpassed Master Yu too much.

As for Shizuko Yano, her face was pale, staring at the paintings on the table, and exclaimed: "No, how can there be such a person in China?"

She visited famous teachers in Japan and went into seclusion for several years before she realized the essence of painting ink.

But Qin Yan is so old and has such superb calligraphy and painting skills at such a young age. It is unimaginable.

The sand painting is finished.

On the table, a quiet and indifferent mountain village landscape painting is presented.

Qin Yan said lightly: "Are you Japanese, do you accept it?"

Yano Shizuko's eyes widened and could no longer speak. Even if she was unwilling to accept it, she could not allow her to make a quibble in front of the sand painting.

Qin Yan turned around and looked at the others. All the literary masters of Beifeng City lowered their heads and felt ashamed.

They drove Qin Yan away, but Qin Yan proved with his strength that they were indeed garbage.

"Haha, since you have taken action, let you see one more powerful one."
To be continued...