"Ye Qingtian, is this your ability? If it really doesn't work, just go down." Bai Shuying said at the beginning.

"I don't think so."

Lin Yun raised his eyebrows and laughed softly.

Just when everyone felt that he was pretending, he finally moved.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and began to write.

Others find it difficult or impossible, but for Lin Yun, this is not too difficult.

At the Sword Sect, Yaoguang often taught him to write, including Xiaoyao Nine Swords and even demonstrated himself.

This is not very difficult. What Lin Yun is really helpless is that he never figured out what the flaws of these words are.

But now there is no time for him to think about it, so he has to drive the duck to put it on the shelves and write out the three ancient characters first.

clang clang clang!

But in a moment, afterimages appeared around Lin Yun, accompanied by changes in the essay, and the afterimage practiced various sword techniques.

The ancient Taoist rhyme and sacred artistic conception actually appear one by one.

The brush and ink left by strokes seem to be eternal and immortal.

Everyone was shocked, their eyes full of disbelief.

Those words were really written by Lin Yun.

It contains charm and exudes holy brilliance, and the artistic conception is magnificent. Countless figures change, which clearly display the artistic conception.

Everyone seemed to go back in time, as if the person who wrote was the Tianxuan Sword Saint just now.

"This...how is this possible?"

Ye Lu was stunned and dumbfounded. Xiao Jingyan and the other two were also puzzled and full of doubts.

Is it very strange?

Lin Yun shook his head. It was just a basic operation of Yaoguang disciples. Why are there such ignorance of a bunch of holy legends?

When all three ancient characters were written, Lin Yun was about to finish his writing, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I understand!"

Such a big laugh made people startled, and they didn't know what he was going crazy.

"Uncle Master is really naughty. He deliberately wrote one less word. I said why do I always feel something is wrong?"

Lin Yun whispered to himself, regardless of the expression that everyone's chins were almost falling off, and wrote the fourth word out in one go.

boom!

When all four words were written, a dazzling golden light burst out from it, and the ancient words in front of Xiao Jingyan and others.

It melted like ice and snow, as if the fake had encountered a real person. After a little refining, the prototype appeared.

What's even more mysterious is that when all four words were written out, everyone actually recognized them.

"As the best of the sun!"

This is a very mysterious feeling. Everyone doesn't recognize the four words, but they just understand that it means it.

At this point, even the fool understood that Lin Yun had written it correctly, and Tianxuan Sword Saint did deliberately write one less word.

It sounds strange, all the ancient characters of others disappeared.

On the contrary, the ancient word that is crooked and twisted in the night roll still exists and has not dissipated. It is just as ridiculous as a toad that is watching the sky in a well.

Everyone suddenly realized that no wonder Tianxuan Sword Saint didn't recognize it... This night skit was indeed written by Hu.

They were huddled together, like a turtle fighting in groups.

Ye Qinghong's mouth twitched, feeling his face was dull and his face was quite embarrassing.

This guy is so stupid!

Ye Lu's face turned red, and he was so ashamed that he could not help but find a crack in the ground to get into it.

He did go back randomly and copied other people's handwriting during the process, so he came up with a four-dimensional image.

He had ridiculed Lin Yun before, thinking that with the other party's support, he would definitely not make a fool of himself.

But in the end, I didn’t expect that the clown was the only one who was himself from beginning to end!

Ye Lu was angry and said angrily: "Ye Qingtian, you are too shameless, don't you?"
Chapter completed!