Regardless of what the people around him said, holding a brush, Long Feifeng danced.

If he pays attention to his fist seriously, he does not hold a brush at all, and the middle of the fist is hollow, so that the brush is swayed at will.

Liu Qiangzhen finished writing quickly, that is, four words, he put down his brush.

Looking at everyone, the four large black characters "Wenwu Shuangquan" are on the paper.

The font is very beautiful.

The onlookers looked at it and thought, thinking that his calligraphy is so powerful, can Fang Tian surpass him?

"Okay, do it." Fang Tian laughed and put down his brush.

Everyone looked at it, and they were speechless.

There are a lot of words on Xuanzhong's dense hemp, and you can't see what the word is at all. What ghost is written?

An idiom describes -messy!

This Nima is also called calligraphy, and elementary school students are better than you?

With such a bad level, you also mean to compete with others, it is really a laugh!

"Haha, Fang Tian, ​​hurry up and go back to elementary school to school. I feel blushing for you." Wen Zhiyuan smiled.

"Yeah, this level is so bad, but it is better than trying calligraphy with the master?"

"Oh, my three -year -old son has better -looking than him."

"This calligraphy level is too shameful!"

The people around me talked about it, the more and the more unpleasant.

Zhang Mailing couldn't hear it anymore. He walked over and stood in front of the rice paper. He looked at Fang Tian's calligraphy very seriously.

With her understanding of him, Fang Tian couldn't do such a shameful thing. Inside, there must be any cleverness.

After reading it for a long time, every word was not let go. Finally, Zhang Mailing smiled and smiled happily!

She put down the rice paper and looked up at Fang Tian, ​​surprised: "You are great!"

"Wow!" As soon as this was out, the people around him were uproar.

This beauty understands calligraphy? Obviously this boy is written by the calligraphy that elementary school students are not as good. Where is he amazing?

Wen Zhiyuan, Liu Qiangzhen was shocked!

Others do not know Zhang Mailing's identity. She is a famous talent. To say that the level of calligraphy is definitely a master level, how can she praise Fang Tian's calligraphy?

Wen Zhiyuan looked at it again and looked at it carefully. Except for some words that could barely see, the other strokes were very messy, and it was completely impossible to see what font.

"Miss Zhang Mailing, are you drinking high?" Wen Zhiyuan felt incredible.

"No." Zhang Mailing shook her head with a smile, and said: "I dare to say, Fang Tian's calligraphy level far surpasses the opponent."

Still far surpassed? Liu Qiangzhen wanted to hit the wall. He looked at Zhang Mailing angrily: "You are favored by him again."

"No. I will tell you what is going on?"

Speaking, Zhang Mailing picked up the rice paper and told them ...

However, Fang Tian waved his hand and laughed: "Zhang Cai Niao, you can understand me. I can't understand the others, I don't care!"

I thought, I can see that Zhang Mailing is really a talented girl!

Zhang Mailing smiled, since Fang Tian didn't want to say, then don't say it, put the rice paper back to the bar.

Immediately, she announced: "The second game, Fang Tianwin!"

"I don't accept it, unless you tell me. Where is his calligraphy?" Liu Qiangzhen raised his hand to protest.

I lost that, my heart was depressed, and the death was too unknown or not.

"After leaving the bar later, I will reveal the answer again." Zhang Mailing smiled mysteriously. After that, she looked at Fang Tian.

Fang Tian nodded, indicating that it was okay. Then he looked at Wen Zhiyuan and laughed "What about my Moutai?"

Wen Zhiyuan snorted and shouted towards the waiter: "Give him a box of flying Moutai."

The people who are onlookers, that envy.

Soon, the waiter [Come a box of Moutai, put it in front of it.

Fang Tian opened the box and looked at it.

Watching him leaving in the box, Liu Qiangzhen immediately blocked him. "We are more than one round."

"After two rounds, you lost. Do you think it is necessary?" Fang Tian asked.

"Different." Liu Qiangzhen said: "The previous comparison is the text, the next, the comparison is Wu."

Isn't it? Comparative martial arts? Fang Tian stunned.

"Why, dare not?" Liu Qiangzhen looked at his stunned expression.

"Isn't it good to fight?"

"As a man, how can you protect his family and defend the country without a good effort?" Liu Qiangzhen despised.

Baojia Wei Guo? Is it far? Fang Tian looked up and down, looking up in front of a black robe, looking like a martial arts Liu Qiangzhen, and asked, "Will you martial arts?"

"Of course." Liu Qiang shocked his chest and said proudly: "Speak out to scare you, I am a sense of literary skills, not only the literary skills, but also the kung fu, no one can enemy."

Speaking, he picked up a beer bottle, held the bottle body in his right hand, and held it hard.

"Bang!"

The beer bottle was caught by him!

The onlookers, an uproar!

His fingers are too terrifying, right? Grab the beer bottles in one hand, but not that ordinary people can do it.

In the next scene, everyone is even more dumbfounded!

After Liu Qiangzhen caught the beer bottle, he didn't let go and grabbed the pieces of glass fragments in his hand.

I didn't feel the same pain at all, the fist was held tightly, and the glass bamboo shoots made a burst of broken sounds in his hands.

In the end, he released his fist, and a few pieces of glass fragments turned into glass dregs, falling from his hands.

The onlooker's forehead sweat coldly, and a large glass residue was in his hands. Doesn't it hurt?

Liu Qiangzhen's face was indifferent, and the glass residue on his right palm was photographed.

"I have practiced martial arts since I was a child. My hands have long been as hard as steel, and my strength is like a hammer. One slap is pumped on your face, and immediately let your face burst!"

So terrifying, I suddenly felt that this guy was terrible. The onlookers took a step back.

"Dare to fight?" Liu Qiangzhen looked at Fang Tian proudly.

Zhang Mailing pulled his hand from the back, saying: "Don't fight this kind of pervert. It's too dangerous."

Wen Zhiyuan laughed: "Don't dare to fight, it is soft eggs. If you win, I will send you 10 boxes of Moutai and 10 boxes of people's champagne!"

At first glance, Fang Tian had a thin figure, and he knew that he couldn't fight. Wen Zhiyuan really wanted to see that he was beaten to the ground.

Fang Tian thought for a while, and said, "OK. I should fight."

Fang Tian, ​​you're done. Wen Zhiyuan laughed proudly: "Forgot to tell you, Liu Qiangzhen is still the top VIP of Jingwumen!"

The top VIP of Jingwumen Martial Arts Museum, hearing the words, the onlookers were surprised.

Those who can become Jingwumen VIP are all strong people who rely on fists!

"What about that?" Fang Tian really had no concept of this.
Chapter completed!