Chapter 346: Dare to line up with this seat?

"You don't want to insult people!"
Du Heiyan jumped with anger, like an old book whose tail was stepped on, his whole body exploded.
At this moment, the Barbarian Sword Saint wanted to refute a few words.
It's a pity that as a rude and reckless man, Du Heiyan doesn't have so many flowers and intestines, and he doesn't know how to fool others. Even if he was really angry, he just added a sentence with gritted teeth: "Huh said it is three or five characters. , Even if it is thirty or fifty, the sword saint will recognize it, and even write it out!"
Knowing thirty or fifty words, can you shout out with such confidence?
Chen Xinglie almost couldn't help laughing.
Under normal circumstances.
The big demon is not smiling.
unless……
I can't help it.
Chen Xinglie forced himself to refrain from laughing, but he had to take a deep breath to calm his mind, and asked indifferently, "What about after fifty words?"
Du Heiyan gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"illiteracy!"
Chen Xinglie proudly said, "Illiterate like you, what qualifications do you have to let this seat stand in front of you and show the power of literary and morality?"
"You! You don't want to spit blood, this sword sage... this sword sage is not illiterate. If this sword sage is illiterate, how can he cultivate to the land gods, how can he create the sword sage eight cuts?" Du Heiyan argued loudly for himself. Said: "The practice of martial arts is a first-class business between the world and the earth. How can this sword master be considered illiterate when he walks on the road of the land gods on the way of the martial arts? Can the affairs of land gods be considered illiterate?"
This black tower-like barbarian giant is ultimately an upright person, and he can't even say any pleasant sophistry when he is defending himself.
"Xiaomei."
Chen Xinglie raised his hand and gently hooked his finger behind him. Said: "The pen and ink are waiting!"
"Respect!"
Gu Hu Meimei immediately took out the pen and paper, leaped down from the high building, fell downstairs, waved to grab a table, set the pen and paper, and said to Du Heiyan, the still bleeding barbarian sword sage: "Please Right."
Du Heiyan frowned, his eyes trembled, as if the paper and pen that Gu Huu Meimei put out were the most powerful enemy in the world, more terrifying than the two masters of land immortals besieging him.
"write!"
Chen Xinglie said: "We don’t need you to write many words. As long as you can write a hundred different characters and write each one correctly, we recognize that you are not illiterate. Next, we don’t need martial arts strength, but rely on Compete with you with literary methods."
Du Heiyan raised his head and looked at Chen Xinglie on the tall building, then looked at the pen and paper on the table, his forehead was sweating.
He is not afraid of death.
If he was afraid of death, Du Heiyan would not dare to come to Chen Mansion and make trouble at Qin Wannian's wedding feast. And before coming here, Du Heiyan had already prepared a way out. The barbarians have an extremely mysterious martial art secret called "the art of the disintegration of barbarians", which is extremely profound and mysterious, including corpse, war, fire, hydrolysis, and even wind and thunder. Used to kill the enemy, the greatest effect is to save lives.
Du Heiyan is best at one of the methods called "blood solution".
At the time of crisis, the blood flies, as long as a drop of blood escapes and returns to the barbarians, you can rebirth from the drop of blood through some pre-prepared means!
This method is very powerful.
The bones of the demon monk in Nether Temple, the biggest reliance is nothing more than bones and flesh, far inferior to Du Heiyan's blood rebirth.
Because of this, Du Heiyan is not afraid of dying. He has more fears in his entire life.
reading!
Although Du Heiyan is a land immortal, he has lived for decades, but he doesn't recognize many characters. Ordinary people who study two or three characters a year will be able to recognize hundreds of characters no matter what for decades.
Du Heiyan couldn't do it.
If you can concentrate on studying, who would be illiterate?
today.
The Chen Mansion set up more than a hundred tables for banquets, and nearly a thousand people attended the banquet. Among them, many of them had heard of Du Heiyan's fame, but few people knew that Du Heiyan was an illiterate land god.
From the perspective of learning, people in the world can be divided into four types: without learning without skill, learning without skill, without learning without skill, learning without skill...
Du Heiyan is a barbarian sword sage who does not learn any skills. This person cultivates to a land immortal, relying on his own martial arts talents. As for the brain... the brain is a good thing, but the barbarian sword sage may not have a good brain, this person’s Martial arts talent is limited to the body and has nothing to do with the brain.
at this point.
Chen Xinglie knows better than anyone.
In Chen Xinglie’s memory, the barbarian Heiyan tribe would rather die than surrender in Chen Xinglie’s memory in the future. In order to summon the barbarian masters to resist the demon tribe, Du Heiyan, the barbarian sword sage, produced an article "An Essay on Crusade against the Demon Race". For a while, there will be no educated person to ghostwriter, but you can only do it yourself, and eventually it will be full of typos...
As soon as this "An Essay Against the Monster Race" came out, it became the laughing stock of the world.
but.
When Du Heiyan died on the battlefield, and the violent death was spread all over the country, the "Summoning the Demon Race" turned into a piece of tales and was eulogized by the world.
Today, Chen Xinglie asks Du Heiyan to write a hundred different words. If Du Heiyan is given a few days, racking his brains and thinking slowly, maybe he can really write it, but in this situation, Du Heiyan I remember sweating profusely and my heart confused, how can I write it?
Humph!
Du Heiyan snorted, gritted his teeth, finally picked up the pen and began to write on the paper. From one to ten, these ten characters can be regarded as swipes, and then he wrote his eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and tongue. , It is considered as ten words, and immediately after that, I wrote you, me, him, tables, chairs, houses, and the world...
quickly.
Du Heiyan, the sword sage of the barbarian clan, wrote more than forty characters, but the slower he wrote, the more sweaty he wrote.
When he wrote more than sixty words, he was already scratching his hair. There are many things that can be associated with words from the surroundings. Although there are many things, the key point is that although he can name those things, he can't write them.
Big characters don't recognize a basket!
When Du Heiyan wrote about seventy words, the cold sweat on his face began to slip continuously, dripping on the paper, soaking the simple words like "one, two, three, four, five," and becoming blurred.
"Ouch!"
Du Heiyan suddenly screamed, staring at the palm of his hand just scratching his hair, and found that dozens of hairs had been caught, and he was so angry that he threw off the pen and paper in his hand.
"Don't write it! This Juggernaut doesn't write it!"
Du Heiyan roared, stepped on the pen on the ground, and then grabbed the writing paper, tearing it to dust.
"Du Heiyan!"
Chen Xinglie was condescending, already reaching into his sleeves, slowly pulling out the hilt of the great sword, volleyed at the barbarian sword master, and said: "You can't even write a hundred words. You still say you are not illiterate? You are illiterate. , What qualifications do you have to experience the literary and Taoist methods of this seat? Now, this seat has already drawn the sword, you, the barbarian sword master, dare to line up with this seat... Well, can you dare to fight this seat?"