The Pure Yang Sage is afraid of the holy beast, but whether Lin Fan can be worthy of his respect is another matter.

"Old man Chunyang, the brushstrokes of this calligraphy are magnificent and the wonderful brushstrokes are even more beautiful. It is also written by the teacher. It is a masterpiece. You are not old, you are ignorant of your eyes, right?" Ming Luo took the opportunity to mock him.

"Mr.'s writing is exquisite, so I naturally dare not question it, otherwise I would not come to see the name." The sage of Chunyang glanced coldly and said smoothly: "It's just that this calligraphy and painting was given to Master Xiao by the teacher. Naturally, I can't win people's love, so I came here specially and dared to ask Mr. to write a letter."

"Oh, so that's the case. There are small things, please wait." Lin Fan was very happy to appreciate his calligraphy and paintings. Soon he brought in his brush and ink and spread a roll of white pages.

"Sir, I can enjoy the treasures of my hands." The sage of Chunyang bowed and smiled.

"Hehe, boy is just showing off his skills." Lin Fan was embarrassed by the praise and muttered: "What words should I mention? I think the old man looks like an old immortal, so why not just mention the word "longevity" to you?"

As he said that, Lin Fan was intrigued and raised his pen and ink.

Pure Yang Sage narrowed his eyes slightly and stared quietly.

Xiao Yuan only knew that calligraphy and painting were magical, but he had never seen Lin Fan's ink style with his own eyes, and he was very surprised.

At this time, Lin Fan's expression became focused and he waved his pen.

One stroke, one horizontal stroke, the strokes are astonishing.

But just after taking a move, Lin Fan's momentum changed drastically.

Surprised!

Lin Fan's whole body was like a divine light shining, and the sage scholar was possessed by a saint. A powerful aura of a saint was spread out, which directly brought a strong visual impact effect, almost blinding the eyes of the sage of the Pure Yang.

It seemed that at this moment, Lin Fan was the saint who was above and undeniable.

He swipes his pen and dances ink, astonishes as a stroke of a god, and is like a dragon born in the world. He swallows mountains and rivers with a magnificent spirit, guides the country, controls the world, and is domineering and conveys his spirit.

"The spirit of the Saint Confucianism! It is really the spirit of the Saint Confucianism!" The sage of the Pure Yang glared at the Cang Tong, his head full of white hair was so scared that he stood up, and his whole old heart was almost frightened and exploded.

I think that the wise Confucian scholar who has cultivated the spirit of a righteous Confucian scholar for thousands of years is simply the tip of the iceberg compared to Lin Fan now.

"The spirit of a saintly scholar!"

Ming Luo was also frightened and shocked.

The aura of the Saint Confucian people felt at this moment is thousands or even ten thousand times stronger than that of the Pure Yang Sage, who is an old opponent!

Just like Lin Fan's small hand, it would be enough to instantly destroy himself, and even destroy the entire demonic path would be no longer a problem.

Although Mingluo has turned to the correct path, his demonic nature has not been completely eliminated. If he is attacked by the aura of a saint scholar, his body and spirit will be destroyed. He is directly scared and fleeing in a hurry, his soul is still trembling.

I know that Lin Fan is very capable, but I just don’t feel it so personally.

"Sir, I am a saint." Xiao Yuan worshiped again.

However, Lin Fan's expression was silent and he did not know his own changes.

Holding the pen and dancing ink, the holy spirit is so powerful.

The Pure Yang Sage is like a frightened rabbit, with a white and white face, trembling with both sides, pressure is like a mountain, and cold sweat is flowing.

I remembered that I had tried Lin Fan again and again, obviously I was trying to die countless times on the verge of life and death. I really don’t know where I borrowed the courage? How dare I play tricks in front of the saints and great immortals?

thump!

The Pure Yang Sage seemed to kneel down habitually, but this time she really knelt down in obedience and never dared to have any doubts again.

"Done!" Lin Fan finished his pen and said with a smile: "Senior, I'm going to give you a word in the question. I wish you a long life better than the southern mountain!"

Is it longevity?

The sage of Chunyang's face was purple. Not to mention that he was longing for Nanshan, I felt that he had to die directly now.
Chapter completed!