My First Time Is Invincible

Others don't know, but Pei Duo knows it well.

Today, the Pei family came to Bifeng Pavilion with only one purpose: to besiege Bifeng Pavilion and seize the calligraphy treasure.

They have found out clearly that Bifeng Pavilion is now at its weakest. The master of the pavilion and the masters are deeply trapped in the Tianji Daozang of the Tianji Thief Saint, and there is no way to escape.

The Pei family has the support of the white-faced scholar, and together they can defeat the dilapidated Bifeng Pavilion. Now is the perfect opportunity.

Unexpectedly, everything was planned well, but a fat white boy came out halfway and hit them with two blows, which turned their noses into gray.

Still want to cause trouble?

Everyone is lying on the ground, okay!

If they didn't deal with Yang Chu today, they would probably fall short.

Pei Duo'e didn't want Yang Chu to dare to bet with him, which was exactly what he wanted. He sat down in front of the desk with a sullen face. He took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, looked at Yang Chu and said, "Don't blame me for bullying you. When you’re ready, let’s start!”

Yang Chu held the brush in his hand, dipped it in ink and said, "Let's get started!"

As he spoke, the tip of his pen came down, and he started writing stroke by stroke.

As the pen and ink fell, the light suddenly evaporated on the snow-white paper, and the atmosphere was myriad. A momentum rose into the sky, causing resonance from heaven and earth.

At the same time, the energy of this side of the world and the thousands of auras gathered towards the words, like thousands of dragons returning to their nests, and hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix.

"this……"

Deep in Bifeng Pavilion, for a moment, the toes of the pavilion master Mo Xuanshu clasped and his whole body tensed up: "Calligraphy is natural, all things return to the heart, the brushwork reaches the sky, and the heaven and earth resonate... This, this, this is the atmosphere of a saint!"

At this moment, Mo Xuanshu's heart felt cold.

Such a supreme figure in calligraphy appeared, but he was watching the show secretly?

God knows what a huge opportunity will be missed because of this oversight!

How can Mo Xuanshu not feel cold?

Next to Gu Qianqiu and Chen Fayun, they looked stiff and miserable.

Having seen Yang Chu take action before, they should have taken action.

Can someone with such skills be ordinary?

But they just peeked secretly, trying to use the child as bait to lure out the secret Pei family masters and white-faced scholars...

Even if ordinary humane geniuses encounter evil heretics in their Bifeng Pavilion, they should protect them.

What's more, a being who possesses the aura of a saint?

Let's say that Yang Chu finally started writing, and when the ink fell, the scene was so powerful that it shook the capital, and there was a vague vision of heaven and earth.

Pei Duo'e, who was opposite Yang Chu, was the first to bear the brunt. His whole body was stiff, he could not lift the pen, and his wrist was actually trembling. In the face of Yang Chu's atmosphere, he could not write, as if he did not dare to play with an axe, or use a machete in front of Guan Gong's gate!

This is because his Taoist heart was suppressed by Yang Chu!

Only then did Pei Duoe know what kind of terrifying person he had encountered.

Can you survive three breaths in front of him?

Just kidding, it's hard to say whether his calligraphy can last a breath in front of Yang Chu!

"Roar!"

Pei Duo'e watched Yang Chu draw strokes one by one and was about to finish writing. Knowing that something was wrong, he suddenly let out a crazy scream, shook his wrist, forced down the tip of his pen, and started writing crazily.

However, it was already too late. At this moment, Pei Duo'e felt a terrifying pressure coming on top of his head, as if the ancient sacred mountain had fallen, and the laws of heaven and earth formed a prison, trapping him to death, just waiting to be suppressed.

While frightened, Yang Chu took a closer look and saw that Yang Chu had stopped writing, and the word "death" suddenly appeared on the paper.

As soon as he saw that word, Pei Duo'e felt extremely heartbroken. His soul felt like it had been slashed with a knife. As soon as his spirit dimmed, a big black hand had been grabbed out. On it, ghosts were howling, entangled with the immortal soul, and dripping with divine blood, as if It has the ability to bury billions of sentient beings throughout the ages.

It was the hand of death, but it was missing a thumb.

With a click, Pei Duo'e was immediately pinched, and all the strength in his body exploded. Unfortunately, it was all to no avail. He was crushed directly. Various protective magic weapons appeared, and he was crushed directly. His soul was dimmed, and his momentum dropped to the extreme.

No one expected that when Yang Chu started writing, the majestic Pei family elder, the peak God Emperor, actually didn't have the ability to write.

Was he directly crushed?

How terrifying is that child's writing power?

How profound is that child's calligraphy attainment?

"Oh my God, is this the child I raised alone?"

Even Meng Tianxuan was shocked and doubted life.

The power Yang Chu displayed at this moment was completely beyond her imagination.

What did Yang Chu learn after entering the Hongchen Ancestral Temple?

Yang Chu breathed out gently, looked at Pei Duohe and said, "Old man, three breaths have passed. Your life belongs to me!"

Pei Duo'e screamed wildly and looked like he was crazy: "It's not over, boy, it's not over yet! This method of yours is incomplete, break it for me!"

It turns out that Pei Duo'e was desperately trying to write it. On the paper, a mad demon roared up, with arrogant hair and demonic aura surging around him, covering Pei Duo'e's whole body. The sinister demonic hand grabbed down, trying to break the hand of death. .

"Old man, you really don't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

When Yang Chu saw this, he smiled coldly, his pen fell casually, he added the last bit of the word "death", and said in a deep voice: "I'll leave you a little room, but you still don't appreciate it? Is this complete?"

Pei Duo'e's face changed wildly, and he saw the thumb of the hand of death popping out, pinching with five fingers, mediating the heaven and earth, clicking, crushing all his body, and he suddenly drooped down like a half-dead old dog!