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Chapter three hundred and forty sixth gas to vomit blood

In an instant, Ye Feng splashed ink on the painting, which again attracted bursts of exclamations and admiration from everyone present.

"Oh my God! I just took a sip of tea and I finished a painting so quickly! It's amazing!"

"Although it has not been painted, it is natural and majestic! How much does this painting cost? I will buy it later! I happened to be moving into a new house and there is a painting missing in the living room."

"Mr. Ye is proficient in all aspects of music, chess, calligraphy and painting! He is truly a genius!"

"Well, although Young Master Yan is also very good, compared with Mr. Ye, everything seems to be inferior. It's really Yan who gave birth to Ye, so why did he give birth to Ye!"

Even Mr. Yan Qixue was so shocked by Ye Feng's painting that he took a breath of cold air.

With a snap of your fingers, you can create a majestic painting with splashes of ink!

What a genius this is!

He is able to handle music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and various unrelated fields with ease, and has a vague master's style!

Not to mention that his grandson is no match for him. Even if they join forces, they will probably be far behind!

At this time, after witnessing the whole process of Ye Feng's painting, Yan Zhongmou was so shocked that he dropped the brush in his hand to the ground. He didn't even have the strength to reach down and bend down to pick it up.

It was as if his body and soul had been drained out, and his fighting spirit was completely gone.

Besides, now that the matter is over, there is no need to pick up the pen.

Whether it's calligraphy or painting, the other party's accomplishments are far superior to mine, and it's hard to catch up!

Yan Zhongmou never dreamed that he would be defeated in all four fields of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Just now before the competition, Yan Zhongmou was arrogant and arrogant. At this time, Yan Zhongmou was in such embarrassment and completely defeated.

"Haha! Mr. Yan, are you convinced this time!?" Huang Qian couldn't help laughing, "You are such a talented person, you are far from the opponent of our Dragon King!"

"Young Master Yan, you pride yourself on being a scholar, but you look down on my master. As a result, you compete in talent, but you are not as good as my master in everything."

At this time, Hua Guodong also smiled and joked: "I asked you to apologize just now, and you still refused to accept it. Are you convinced now?"

"That's right, my defeated general, hurry up and apologize!" Huang Qian also urged urgently. "You, the most talented person, even think that your fingers are thick when you carry my master's shoes!"

Yan Zhongmou listened to the cynicism of the two men and saw the looks of ridicule or pity from the people around him.

How could I have been so humiliated and hit so hard in my life?

I looked down at my unfinished calligraphy work again, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

But the little self-esteem he had left made him feel ashamed - he could neither face Ye Feng nor face his grandfather.

"How could I lose to a man like you...I am the emperor of the dynasty! The most talented person in Fengtian!"

"I don't accept it...we are competing...in..."

Yan Zhongmou was furious and suddenly felt a salty taste in his mouth.

Another mouthful—"Poof!"

He immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood, staining the rice paper red.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Zhongmou felt dizzy and fainted.

"Master!"

Seeing this, everyone in the Yan family hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

He pinched people again and fanned them again.

He turned around and angrily yelled: "Ye, you actually made my young master vomit blood! If my young master has a problem, the Yan family will never let it go!"

When Huang Qian saw this, he even laughed out loud: "Haha! This kid is really an embroidered pillow, it's not useful!"

"Lord Dragon King made him vomit blood just by using Wenbi! Hahaha!"

Ye Feng chuckled lightly, sat down slowly, and said: "The number one talent in Fengtian is nothing more than that!"
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