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Chapter 162 Shameless(2/2)

Jingcun Qian's writing is very distinctive, not as casual as the Chinese masters' writing ink, but with a hint of hardness of a warrior, his every move seems vigorous and powerful, and his movements are very open and close.

When the last stroke was completed, he actually paused hard and finished the stroke, just like the final closing of a martial artist.

But Song Changqing and his men's faces changed, and they were as gloomy as water!

The etiquette ladies on both sides stepped forward and picked up the words "Qian Qian" and faced the guests. They saw a few big words written on it: "A weak person, kill him quickly!"

Not to mention how the words are written, just talking about these four words is obviously a swearing, and Zhou Tian couldn't help but get angry.

Song Baiyi's expression moved slightly, pressed Zhou Tian, ​​who was about to get angry, and slowly stood up and walked forward.

Many guests, under the translation explanation, learned what the words written by Chihiro Imura meant, and they started to discuss them.

Communication or artistic exchange, but Chihiro Imura created such a murderous work, and stood on it with a proud look.

However, when Song Baiyi walked slowly forward, everyone's eyes were involuntarily attracted by him.

What kind of person is that!

Just like a handsome young man walking from the painting, he left the hustle and bustle of the world, he seemed to be a person who was beyond the world.

Song Baiyi walked to the Qian of Jingcun and stood still. After looking at him for a few seconds, he suddenly smiled, "So, Master Jingcun who was just like me who gave me a challenge book!"

Imura Qian was stunned and looked up and down at Song Baiyi. He had only given a challenge book to one of the most famous masters in the country, and that master was also the result of their investigations from multiple sources.

He is a master named Baiyi. Who is this young man?

"How can you be qualified?" Chihiro Imura snorted coldly, "The challenge book I gave is for your country's white-clothed master! Who are you?"

Tao Xiaoshu couldn't help laughing, lying on Zhou Tian's shoulder and laughing so hard, "He doesn't know who the challenge book he gave was for? Haha! It's so ridiculous!"
Chapter completed!
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