"I believe you, you won." Lei Haowei, who was not interested in the four talents, suddenly opened his eyes. After saying that, he pressed the table directly and jumped up in an instant. Then a powerful thunder and lightning breath burst out from his body. This breath was much stronger than the martial arts he passed on. Originally, Lei Haowei, who was only the fifth level of the Fama Stage, had been injured before. In addition, practicing the Purgatory Thunder Art these days and taking a lot of pills, he had reached the sixth level of the Fama Stage. At this moment, he jumped up and jumped up the platform that spanned dozens of meters, and then fell again and disappeared.

"It's so ridiculous. He thought he was, well. Since he wanted to die like this, why should he be polite to him?" Ouyang Yubao thought in his heart, and there was an extremely sarcastic feeling on his lips. Because he is not the kind of pedantic person. Those people around him guessed correctly, don't say that he has confidence that he has painted better than him. Even if he doesn't draw well, he will still say that he paints garbage.

Winning is the most important thing. At that time, he will lose over 100 million yuan of funds and lose all the property he obtained from the Zheng family. Not only can he win money, but he can also win the help of some people. In the subsequent big test, if he has this credit, as long as he is not much different from Zhou Yifan and Cheng Lan, there will definitely be no problem with the top scorer in the high school. Originally, he was slightly worse than the two of them, but this time Cheng Gong gave him a huge creditor.

Some people are eager to see something happening to their Cheng family, and if they win this time, they will win the hearts of many people. Then they become officials and will surely be smooth all the way.

Ouyang Yubao thought to himself and walked directly to the painting site.

Zhou Yifan and Cheng Lan were confused. They didn't know what Cheng Gong was playing. They dug a hole and buried him. Isn't this asking for death?

The two of them knew Ouyang Yubao so well, not to be yin and yang, and they also had a cleanliness habit. But this person is not a good man and a woman, especially Cheng Lan, who knows it best. He has fought with Ouyang Yubao many times before he became a cooperative relationship. He looks very close, but he is also using each other.

"Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, let them solve the other two things, just look at the works of my talents. Only you two are not good, come now. Cheng Lan, thank you for reminding me to participate in the Four Talents Competition, otherwise I really don't know that you Four Talents are so trash. After winning this time, I will give the titles of the Four Talents Fatty, perverted ghost, and drunk cat. Remember to call us the Four Talents when we see each other again, haha." Cheng Gong glanced at Zhou Yifan, then looked at Cheng Lan with great presumptuousness and said arrogantly.

Cheng Lan frowned slightly, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Zhou Yifan gently touched his piano: "I think you have buried yourself in the pit, so there is no need for us to compete. Haven't you always said that losing a game is considered losing all the time? We just need to wait for Ouyang Yubao to come back and say this farce to end."

"What is Cheng Gong thinking about this? Although I bet hundreds of thousands of taels this time to buy him and he lost, but now he has lost himself. Even if he loses one by one, his nature is different from this. Even if he loses money, he can at least know who they are good."

"Yes, it's such a pity. I thought I could see a peak showdown, but I didn't expect it to be a slasher, and it was about to end."

"I think it was Cheng Gong who was so proud that he just said something unexpectedly, but he couldn't take back the water he said. Now he could only taste the bitter fruit. In the future, he regretted 100 million taels of silver. It is said that he only got the money he got after he took Zheng Sanyuan's property and sold a lot of his property. It is estimated that he lost at least half this time."...

Everyone around felt very sorry, but later the people who followed him figured out what was going on, they were speechless: Why did they sweep all the way? When Ma Tu was about to reach the peak duel, this kind of thing actually happened.

Isn’t this equivalent to giving victory to others with both hands, it’s too nonsense.

"What exactly is Cheng Gong going to do?" Shangguan He stared at Cheng Gong. After losing to Cheng Gong before, he followed up all the way. Everything Cheng Gong did was not played according to common sense. At this moment, everyone felt that Cheng Gong would definitely lose, but Shangguan He felt that it was not the case.

"Miss, Young Master Cheng has no fever, so Zhoucai has worked hard to compete. Now this doesn't mean he admits defeat directly. He is still anxious to come to see him play. Now, he has lost all his efforts." Dongfang Qingmei said in frustration.

Xiaoxue held the corner of her clothes tightly, and her eyes showed an extremely firm belief. The eldest young master would definitely win, and the eldest young master would not lose.

Dongfang Linglong looked at Cheng Gong and shook his head slightly: "Extraordinary people, extraordinary things, we can't predict them with common sense. If we don't come out, we will never know who the victory belongs to."

"Well, what the lady means is that Cheng Gong still has a chance?" Dongfang Qingmei rarely heard the lady say so much, and immediately asked excitedly, but she did not get the answer from the latter.

"When..." At this moment, Zhou Yifan, who had just sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and was about to watch Cheng Gong joke, suddenly trembled his hands and plucked the strings again. This time it was not very heavy, but it made everyone look at him, especially Cheng Lan, who was still sitting not far away, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Cheng Gong won, and the painting talented man won. Ouyang Yubao fainted when he looked at Hua just now. The judges said that he could no longer participate in the competition and was automatically abstained from the right. "After a slash, a man on the other side who was not weak at all rushed over at full speed. Every time he flashed, more than a dozen shadows appeared behind him. Such a person was so excited that he couldn't control himself. It was conceivable how shocked and horrified he was in his heart.

A stone caused a thousand sensation, and everyone was shocked by the news. He could even vomit blood when he looked at the painting.

"How can I see vomiting blood when I see the painting? It's incredible."

"Why can't you vomit blood when you look at the painting? He must be comparing it in his heart when he looks at it. It's a competition. I often hear that some powerful people die of vomiting blood when they read some ancient works."

"The problem is that we just saw it, it's nothing at all. Is it not even qualified to vomit blood in our realm?"

"This is too sudden, oh, no wonder Cheng Gong said that. It turned out that everything was already as expected by him, otherwise how could he dare to say that? This is interesting. Lei Haowei gave up on his defeat in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Ouyang Yubao vomited blood, and now only Zhou Yifan and Cheng Lan are left. Cheng Lan is Cheng Gong's younger brother. It seems that Cheng Gong really hopes to win the Four Talents Competition alone this time."

"Good method, now I really want Litun to see what the road map he drew was, which actually made Ouyang Yubao faint when he saw that he vomited blood.

Ouyang Yubao is also a real talent in the capital. Not only is he powerful in painting methods, but his power has reached the seventh level of the Fama Stage. He is the top of the younger generation in Yunge City. In terms of power, he is only a little worse than the seventh prince. Moreover, with his family background, it is only a matter of time to break through the bottleneck of the sixth level of the Martial Saint in the Fama Stage, and it is only a matter of time to reach the ninth level of the Martial Saint in the Fama Stage. It is amazing, so amazing."

"What did Cheng Gong do? How could this happen?"

Just as countless people around were amazed and incredible discussions, Zhou Yifan's face became even more ugly. At this moment, his words seemed to be echoing in his ears. It was like a slap in the face, slamming him heavily in the face. He had never been so embarrassed.

"You can set up your own chess. You can tell me how much you want me to give you. Remember to lose and send all the prizes you won in the first two times. If you can't afford to lose, just say it." Cheng Gong finished speaking to Cheng Gong, looked up at Tian and looked at Zhou Yifan: "Hurry up, I'm still in a hurry. I heard that a girl came from a foreign land recently and also got a flower boat. Today I have booked all the orders to support you, and the Yougong Banquet is also ready. How can I do if I don't go? Also, too. If you lose, remember to send the things I won in the first two times to me."

Ouyang Yubao didn't think much about it just now, because in his opinion, he won 100%. He just said something. Even if Cheng Gong is the Saint of Painting, he would come back and say that he could win by comparing him, so he didn't care about Cheng Gong's words at all.

Zhou Yifan was different. He still kept his calm mind at this time and looked at Cheng Gong coldly: "Rise, why are you?"

"Damn it, you can't afford to lose at first glance. You can just say it. In this way, let's play the piano with one hand, and I will let him have three sons here. If you don't dare to gamble like this, then forget it. Go home and take those things and recall them, if you are still embarrassed. "Cheng Gong's words are cruel, and he will force himself to a desperate situation every time.

Not to mention him, even the people around him felt that this was impossible.

"If you let me have three sons, even if Yu Wenhui's master, the chess king, play chess with me, you won't dare to let me have three sons. You dare to let me have three sons. You don't know how powerful you are. You dare to play chess with him. Since you want to embarrass you, I will give you my wish. I want to see how powerful my Cheng Lan's 'big brother' is, and how awesome the eldest grandson of the Cheng family is." Cheng Lan said, making a move without hesitation.

Needless to mention Cheng Lan's thoughts, Zhou Yifan already understood that at this point, they would not be able to fight. This is also a rare and good opportunity to deal with them at the same time. If he could still win, then the two of them would be convinced.
Chapter completed!