Chapter 1242: What is the death?

"Zhang Shi has never been exposed to the teacher's voice, and he does not understand the habit of the Tianyin pen. Although the mood is strong, I am afraid it is difficult to win!"
"Song Shi grabbed this point and deliberately challenged this. This time, Zhang’s unbeaten record is estimated to be terminated!"
"I don't think it's a famous eight-star teacher. I don't have a fuel-efficient lamp. It seems that he has already seen Zhang's flaws. This is deliberately so..."
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After waiting for a while, seeing that the brush still has no movement, the people under the stage are already somewhat unsettled.
The teacher's word Tianyin is more difficult than the teacher's words, but many of them are very high-spirited. The famous teacher who taught the class very hard, the first contact, it is difficult to write the brush, Zhang Shi may have encountered This situation.
"Engong, Zhang Shihe..."
Xu Chang is full of worry and look over.
The young master of Engong was challenged to save them. If he was punished and hurt, he would be very upset.
"Reassure, this challenge, young master...has not lost yet!"
After posing, Sun Qiang’s face doesn’t matter.
Since I have known young masters, I have been close to a year. After a lot of big winds and waves, how can such a small scene be lost?
Be full of self-confidence, I saw the young master on the stage. It seemed to be a little tired, stretched out and took a few steps back.
"Okay..."
Stop it and stop talking.
The eyelids trembled, and Sun Qiang’s face fluttered.
The brush hasn't moved yet, just fine... Isn't the young master invincible?
Is it impossible to continue this time, to take the initiative to admit defeat?
Seeing this action, Yao Mantian also changed his face: "Zhang Shi, there is no time limit for the teacher's voice, it is determined by the number of words to win or lose..."
"I know!" Zhang hangs his hand: "Tell so much, you should be able to win him!"
"Win?"
After turning the eyelids, Yao Mantian was almost slobbered by saliva.
The whistle pen started talking from you, and now, no action has been made, just like falling asleep... How can you win?
"If you don't write a word, you want to win?"
After the same, Song Xuan smiled coldly.
The other party can make the entire master of the Qingyuan Imperial Masters all over the teacher, and the success of the ancestral hall, the state of mind must reach the point where it is not weaker than him. It has been worried before, whether it will exceed nine words, now it seems... ...worry!
When you know this dish, you don't want to worry about it, go to the ninth word!
A proper waste!
"Yao Shi, the result has come out, you see it with your own eyes, this Tianyin pen, you bring it, please give the result..."
A fist, Song Xuan step forward.
"This..." Yao Mantian was hesitant on his face.
The teacher challenge is a contradiction between the famous teachers. Once a party concedes defeat, the winning party will kill him and will not be punished!
In front of this Zhang Suhang, just smashed Qingtian Huang, and saved the Qingyuan Emperor so many people... The credit is unlimited, if you really want to punish too much, the headquarters is not easy to explain.
"I don't know... After Yao won the game, what kind of punishment would he give to Zhang? He just made contributions to the Terran, and he was a super genius of success..."
A pause, not anxious to announce the results, but a reminder.
"Yao Shi rest assured, I will not kill him, but, insult my dignity, bad my reputation, can not be light! I want to abolish him, let him be like me... Then, hurt my stove , but also spiritual destruction, and a public apology!"
Song Xuan is full of faces.
"Like you?" Yao Mantian’s mouth was pumping.
This guy was smashed into a by the hanging furnace. Although she didn’t see it with her own eyes, she could see it... I want to hang like him, don’t you want to smash each other?
But...
This condition is harsh, as long as you buy the broken Dan, you can still recover, and you can bear most of the pain and shame.
As for the spiritual destruction and public apology of the furnace, it is even simpler.
"Okay!"
Thinking about it, look at Zhang Sushang: "Zhang Shi, victory or defeat is a common matter of the military, no need to care, as long as it does not hurt your life, there will always be a chance to turn over..."
When you finished, shook your head and looked around for a week, the voice rang: "Okay, I am now announcing the result..."
The voice is not over, you can see Zhang hanging and waving: "Yao Shi, is this not over yet? How do you announce the result?"
"Not finished? The Tianyin pen was given by your teacher's words, and one word was not written. The victory or defeat has been divided. How is it not finished?"
A sneer, Song Xuandao.
There are so many people who testify that it is useless to have a Yao teacher in front of him.
"The teacher's word is not without time limit? Tianyin pen, now does not move, does not mean that I will not write for a while..." Zhang hanged his head.
"After a while? What kind of jokes? The teacher said that Tianzhi has finished speaking. If he didn't move, he didn't move. As a seven-star teacher, didn't he have any responsibility for this? Didn't he admit it?"
Song Xuan sneered.
"It..." Seen by the other side, Zhang shook his head and wanted to explain. He heard Yao Mantian sigh and said: "Zhang Shi, Tianyin pen did not move, indicating that you have lost..." /
" Lose?" Zhang sighed: "Don't Yao Shi see it?"
"What do you see?"
Yao Mantian frowned.
"Since I didn't see it..."
Some helpless, Zhang Suhang eyelids lifted up, looked at the air nailed to the top, the motionless brush, full of dissatisfaction, screamed: "Not fast to write, what to die?"
Hey, listening to such a long class, not writing, killing in the air, is also drunk.
"The Tianyin pen has been trained by countless teachers in the famous teacher's hall, with the idea of ​​a teacher's way... so swearing, certainly not even writing..."
I didn’t expect this guy to open it directly, everyone stayed, and Yao Mantian was even black, almost fainted.
The whistle pen is very proud. Even if they are the masters, they don’t dare to use this tone. This guy is good, open directly...
It’s equal to completely offending, don’t talk about writing, it’s not good to not paint your face...
Holding his forehead, I don’t know what to do, I heard the next scream, and the screams of countless people rang, seemingly seeing something incredible.
"What's wrong?"
Frowning frowns, Yao Mantian looked up and looked at it. At first glance, he couldn’t help but stay in place.
I only saw the whistling pen that was just moving, suddenly swaying, the whole brush, from the gold became white, it seems that there is a warm light from the inside.
Next, the aura in the sky, quickly gathered, a hundred kilometers of aura, the blink of an eye is drawn, straight into the pen body.
Oh! Oops!
Under the huge aura impact, the Tianyin pen is like a reborn, and it sounds like a resounding rebirth.
"This is...this is..."
The fist is tight, Yao Mantian’s body is shaking, and the beautiful face reveals the color that he can’t believe:
Tian Yin pen...breakthrough?

The whistle pen, although not a saint, has a high and low point, just like the difference between wool and wolf in the brush.
The nine-star teacher Wen Yang, the eight-star teacher who raised the temperature, must be completely different.
The root of her is just the most common Tianyin pen. The writing of the eight-star underwriter is not too big a problem. If the level is too high, it will not be completed.
According to the normal situation, the Tianyin pen breaks through, and you need a higher-level teacher to raise the temperature of the famous teacher. How... This teacher has lectured for a while and broke through?
And the momentum is so big?
咔擦! Hey!
It’s shocking and overwhelmed. I saw the brush that hadn’t moved, suddenly shaking my body and writing quickly.
A line of writing, blink of an eye appeared in front of everyone.
"One, two, three...eighty-seven...the writing is too fast, the number is not clear..."
I don’t know who shouted out in the crowd.
"Look at it, write too fast, and all start to smoke..."
Someone shouted out.
"Smoke?"
The face is ugly, Song Xuan hurriedly looked into the air, and sure enough to see the phonograph pen not far away, the speed of writing was too fast, and a long white smoke appeared behind it.
When he was a teacher, the other party was constipated with constipation. One word and one word went out, and he didn’t move for a long time... This is good, it is directly flooding...
Don't be so big!
"This is... Tianyin Wolf!"
Unexpectedly surprised, Yao Mantian swallowed and shivered.
"Tianyin wolf?"
Song Xuan frowned. Although he was a famous eight-star teacher, he had never heard of it.
"天音笔, although the word is like gold, it is not easy to write, but once you encounter a powerful teacher, you will write like a blue smoke... that is, the sound of the wolf, this kind of writing, can be a famous teacher All the subtleties told, recorded in the 1510..."
Yao Mantian Xiuquan is white.
"1510? This is how..." Song Xuan couldn't believe it: "If the teacher teaches it, even if it is correct, there will be interspersed words. These words don't make much sense. Will record..."
A complete class, no matter how good the teacher is, it is impossible for each word to be meaningful. It is necessary to intersperse some useless words in it... The teacher said that the heavenly teaching is more powerful, not a cheat, and every word can be carefully considered.
Because of this, the syllabic voice, recording text, is selective, and it is impossible to record anything.
"There is a lot of discourse, no meaning, but... Is there a possibility that you forgot?"
Yao Mantian smiled bitterly.
"A possibility?"
After stunned, Song Xuan suddenly remembered something, and his body was stiff like a wooden stick: "What does Yao Shi say is... the only nine-star teacher has... the word bead?"
"Yes, the word bead will produce the sound of the sky..."
Yao Mantiandao.
"This...this...but he is just a seven-star teacher..."
It’s unbelievable, and Song Xuan looks at it again.
Sure enough, I saw the brush in the air, the faster I wrote, the more illusion appeared. At this time, above the entire high platform, I wrote a line of words, suspended in the air, constantly swallowing the aura that just gathered, as if at any time. Will take off.
"It's too exaggerated...this can't stop!"
Swallowing, Song Xuan felt that he had suffered 10,000 points of damage and was crying at any time.