As soon as Chen Fan's words came out, everyone couldn't help but stare.

It's a joke to let him speak on credit on such an occasion.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, the rules of the Fish-Dragon Secret Society are that there is no credit, and we can't make an exception for Mr. Chen!" Ping Yihong said slowly, his tone as calm as ever.

Chen Fan was not too surprised, he nodded and said: "Then please give me a piece of paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and I will write it in handwriting to see if it can be worth the value of this jade pot."

As soon as these words came out, the other guests all looked at Chen Fan with bewildered expressions on their faces.

Ping Yihong was also quite surprised. He turned sideways and listened behind the screen. Then he looked at Chen Fan with surprise.

"Mr. Chen is really surprising!" Ping Yihong sighed and said with a smile: "My master agreed."

After speaking, he motioned to the maid to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Sun Mingen, who was behind the desk next to him, gave Chen Fan a thumbs up.

Tao Xiaoyan looked at Chen Fan for a while, feeling extremely curious. She really couldn't figure out why the leader of the Fish and Dragon Club would agree to such a strange request.

Gu Zian sneered.

Others had different reactions, some were surprised, some were confused, and some said some weird things.

After all, among the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of this hall, those calligraphy are all of astonishing value, and the value of hundreds of millions is just ordinary.

And Chen Fan had to write it in handwriting on the spot, which inevitably made people think that he was putting on a show to win the attention of the owner of this place.

There are many famous calligraphers in today's era, but can they compare with such great masters as Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, and Wen Zhengming?

Even if it can be compared, it has not withstood the baptism of time, no matter how good the amazing calligraphy is, its value is still not high.

What kind of amazing calligraphy has this mysterious owner of the secret society of fish and dragons not seen before?

In their opinion, Chen Fan's move was more like a peacock spreading its tail, a deliberate display.

Of course, most of the people who could be invited to participate in this secret gathering of fish and dragons were people of extraordinary status. Although they were disdainful of Chen Fan's move, no one deliberately came forward to ridicule him.

Even Gu Zian, who was resentful towards Chen Fan, just sneered and waited to see Chen Fan make a fool of himself.

Paper and pens were probably always available. Soon two maids came forward carrying a sandalwood table and placed it in front of Chen Fan.

Chen Fan stepped forward, sat on the floor, picked up a few prepared brushes and looked at them.

There are seven pens in total, of different sizes, and the materials used are also divided into several types, including wolf-hair pens, sheep-whisker pens, rabbit-hair pens, etc.

Chen Fan thought about it and chose Langhao.

This is the hardest kind of pen tip!

Next to him, a maid began to polish Chen Fan's ink.

The ink fragrance spreads out and smells very good.

As for the paper, let alone the paper, it is the top student of Xiling Tonghe Hall.

After dipping in ink, Chen Fan did not write immediately, but closed his eyes and recalled something.

In my mind, there is a battle formation with golden arms and iron horses, and endless yellow sand.

When he opened his eyes again, murderous intent and endless sadness flashed in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and started writing.

The pen moves like flying without any false pauses.

The might of the soldiers surged across the desert, and the murderous aura reached the sky.

The warriors are half dead in front of the army, but the beauties are still singing and dancing under the tent.

Four lines of ancient poetry, completed in one go.

After he finished writing, he threw the pen on the ground.

The Mo Mo maid's hands trembled, but her body froze beside Chen Fan.

The cursive writing on the paper was like turning into countless swords, guns, swords and halberds, and gunfire was flying, making her face become frightened and her body could not help but tremble.

Zhong Yishan on the side also came closer to take a look, and suddenly backed away, with a look of shock on his face.

The huge reaction of the two people surprised everyone.

Sun Mingen couldn't help but poke his head in.

As soon as he took a glance at it from a distance, he felt that his two legs were fighting and stopped subconsciously.

Chen Fan closed his eyes and calmed down his heart.

With his background, he has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. With his talent, his calligraphy skills are not inferior to those of the famous calligraphers in the world.

However, this was still not enough to impress the mysterious master, so he expressed his thoughts directly and concentrated his thoughts on his pen.

These two lines of poetry may seem ordinary, but they are actually extraordinary for ordinary people to see directly.

Ping Yihong was shocked and stepped forward to pull the maid away. The latter shivered and screamed.

However, Hiraichi Hiro didn't seem too surprised. He blocked her view and motioned to the other maids to take her down.

Tao Xiaoyan couldn't help but wanted to get up, but was pulled down by the middle-aged woman beside her.

Looking at Chen Fan's words, Ping Yihong's expression was also moved. He took a deep breath and calmed down, pulled out another piece of rice paper and covered it.

Then, he held up the piece of writing in front of Chen Fan and walked towards the screen.

Gu Zian's expression turned gloomy.

After turning to the screen, Ping Yihong still didn't come out.

Everyone was talking about it.

Chen Fan calmed down and looked at the screen.

"Mr. Chen is really a god. This calligraphy makes it difficult for Zhong to look directly at it. It is as if he is facing thousands of troops with endless murderous intentions. It is terrifying and terrifying, and it makes people feel angry and sad!"

Zhong Yishan admired in a low voice from the side.

Chen Fan did not answer.

This single word touched the heart of his heart.

The frontier is bathed in blood, murderous intent is high in the sky, and nine battles have taken place in the desert. How many soldiers have left their blood and bones on the frontier?

However, in this world, in this beautiful mountains and rivers, there is still so much injustice, and how many greedy people are still relying on their power to dominate the common people?

The crowd's discussion became louder and louder.

Someone had a taste of it and felt that Chen Fan's calligraphy might really be favored, and it was not certain that a deal would be reached.

For a moment, many people looked a bit gloomy.

They came here for the secret treasure of the master of the Ichthyosaur Society, but for them, there were not many valuable trading items that could be provided, and most of them only had one or two items.

This caused them to be cautious and even entangled before.

This is also the reason why Sun Mingen easily won the first trading item.

But now, the Secret Society of Fish and Dragon is coming to an end, and there are many people who still get nothing.

Finally, Ping Yihong came out from behind the screen and said, "Mr. Chen, my master is willing to trade with you."

Chen Fan was not too surprised by this, nor did he express too many surprises.

On the other hand, Zhong Yishan and Sun Mingen were both happy for Chen Fan and beamed with joy.

"Congratulations Mr. Chen!"

Sun Mingen said happily.

The maid took the jade pot and placed it in front of Chen Fan.

But at this moment, Gu Zian finally couldn't hold it anymore and said, "Mr. Ping, can you explain the reason?"

"I'm sorry." Ping Yihong said: "The transaction is entirely based on my master's will, and there is no need to explain to anyone. If I have treated you poorly, then I apologize on behalf of my master! But this is the rule of the Fish-Dragon Secret Society transaction."

The others said nothing more.

But someone looked towards Chen Fan, their eyes flickering, wondering what kind of thoughts they were thinking.

Ping Yihong clapped his hands and said with a smile: "The next thing is the last item!"
Chapter completed!