Chapter 882： Master Feather (2/2)
A closer inspection reveals that fine sweat beads are emitted from the foreheads of both of their heads.
They are nervous, not because they are difficult in the medium term, but because their opponents are too strong and beyond their imagination, putting them under tremendous pressure.
A ray of rich and pure energy is infused into Su Yu's body, and the Dan Tian in his body overflows slowly and stably.
Succeeded!
This move once again caused a million people to marvel: ”I'm going! Who is this old guy? We have such a peerless writing master in Dongtianfu area?”
”You don't know him?” Someone scorned.
”I haven't seen it. Just now, what famous person can't be achieved?” The answeree shook his head blankly.
”Sudan shopkeeper at Dandanpu, do you know?”
”What? It's him! The Su shopkeeper who sells the red dust of refining the heart?” The one who heard the words was surprised.
Today's Tianya City, who doesn't know the heart-red dust, and who doesn't know its owner, is a small shopkeeper named Su Yuxian?
The people in Dongtianfu area are very proud. For many years, they have finally appeared a master of wooden characters, and they are the masters who crushed Qin Lin.
In front of Su Yuxian, he used to be called the top master of wooden writing in Zhongzhou, just like a student.
This kind of brow exultation is beyond description.
Lu Chu Yiqian's eyes flickered slightly, staring at Su Yu's figure, her heart wavering.
I don't know why, the more she looks at Su Yu, the more she feels familiar. The subtle manners, speech, and temperament all coincide with the deep shadows in her mind.
The same temperament is dusty, gentle and elegant, the same calm and calm, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the same dazzling Quartet, the skills are shocked.
What happened in front of the eyes, how similar to the silver-haired boy named Yin Yu in Tianji Shenge?
Only one of them was a teenager, and the other was a pale-haired old man.
”Who is he?” Lu Chuyi looked at Su Yu, with doubts in his heart that could not be resolved.
Hu Wangui showed his murderous face, and was Su Yuxian or Su Yuxian again!
Throw the red dust of heart-making, destroy his plan to suppress the Red Blood Palace, kill it halfway, and destroy his sacrifices.
Was this man deliberately destroying his carefully arranged good deeds?
Things are going in a worse and worse direction, an unprecedented direction!
In the crowd, a petite figure clinging to the side of a beautiful middle-aged woman, holding her hands on her chest, staring coldly at Su Yu on the stage: ”I can't see it, he hides it really deep. , No hint of the talent of Mu characters. ”
”Well, it's awkward. He is still a talent. If it can be used for the Broken Fairy Cliff, it is not impossible.” Ling Xianzi said coldly.
Also in the crowd are Haoyuejushi and Qin Yuanzhu.
”Hehe, Zhenshen didn't expect him to be so powerful!” Haoyuejushi shot cold light in his eyes, and his hatred tumbled.
The head of Qin Yuan's eyes turned cold: ”Huh, is he making troubles in my Shizhen Shuyuan? Now he has the scenery and can't spare him afterwards!”
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Altar sacrifices continue.
”In the second round, Su Yuxian scored two points and Qin Lin scored two points.”
”Third round ...”
. .
”In the eighth round, Su Yuxian scored two points and Qin Lin scored two points.”
At this moment, Su Yu's image left to the crowd is still light and light, and he is at ease.
The Qin Lin two obviously reached the limit, sweating as if exhausted.
”Excuse me again, the master is famous!” In Qin Lin's title, Su Yu is already a master.
It can be seen that they have awe in Su Yu's heart.
”Unknown Junior.” Su Yu answered concisely and clearly.
next round.
Su Yu was successful, but Qin Lin was unable to answer it in time due to pressure. Translation failed and was eliminated.
”In the tenth round, Su Yuxian succeeded, two points!”
”In the eleventh round, Su Yuxian succeeded, two points!”
He has reached the eleventh round of Qin Lin's highest record, but the crowd of millions does not feel strange, but thinks it should be. From the performance of Su Yu, far more than that.
Twelve rounds ~~ success.
Thirteen rounds, success.
. .
Thirty rounds, success!
”Late sacrifice, start.” The master of ceremonies said loudly, her voice trembling unknowingly.
For the first time since the sacrifice began, someone broke into the late stage!
This is unprecedented.
The altar accelerated again, three times faster than before!
Moreover, the wooden characters appearing are extremely lonely.
The Qin Lins stood under the stage, staring nervously and excitedly. They were also the first glimpses of the later Mu characters.
唰 ——
It's just three breaths away, and the wooden characters appearing flash across.