Chapter 122 The Last Minute

Everyone in the audience was stunned in an instant.

The formation master from this sect actually agreed to Xiao Yu's request?

"Brother?" Bai Jing was also very puzzled.

Tang Fan said indifferently: "Dabi wants to ensure fairness. Although he did not paint, he is also strictly a member of the Array Masters Guild. To meet his requirements, after the round is over, all unqualified ones will be eliminated. How you deal with it is up to you."

In this way, Xiao Yu obtained a sheet of paper measuring one by three meters, and added two tables.

But at this time, because of Xiao Yu's fuss, the time has already passed five minutes, and the most important thing is that Xiao Yu has not yet urged the power of the soul to write.

Tang Linger became anxious, "Xiao Yu, what are you thinking?"

Finally, Xiao Yu moved, his eyes fell on the box of ink, his eyes must be uncertain.

"Pretentious!" Zhao Tianjian looked very indifferent.

For him, his purpose has been achieved.

Not only did Xiao Yu become a target of public criticism, but after the first round, Xiao Yu would basically be included in the blacklist of the Array Masters Guild.

In this way, there is one less competitor in the dynasty.

No matter how good a person's talent is, it is absolutely impossible to achieve anything without hard work.

"Xiao Yu, you found it yourself, and this is what happens when you humiliate me!"

The time passed by one minute and one second again, and soon there were two minutes left, but Xiao Yu hadn't written yet.

Or to put it this way, everyone was indifferent to Xiao Yu, almost numb.

As for the people around, because there is one minute left, some of them are halfway through the painting, and some are painted as ghosts and snakes. As a result, they will definitely be judged as failing and eliminated.

Therefore, they were sweating profusely and planned to give up.

On the rostrum, Bai Jing didn't know what to say, and felt pity.

But who knew, Tang Fan's eyes suddenly opened and fell on Xiao Yu.

"this……"

At this moment, what no one expected was that with one minute left, Xiao Yu's eyes suddenly froze, and an extremely deep and invisible aura suddenly spread.

Those assessors who were still standing in front of the table after painting all showed shocked expressions.

Just now, their minds and souls seemed to be shaken by something, and they were all shaken.

"Shua, Shua, Shua..."

Hundreds of people all set their eyes on the source of the soul vibration, and it turned out to be Xiao Yu! ?

At the same time, Xiao Yu slapped the table with a "bang" sound.

Under everyone's astonished eyes, all the ink on the box was ejected.

The ink splashed, as if it had been thrown like a boulder in a lake.

At this moment, Xiao Yu opened his eyes suddenly, and the power of the soul was activated in an instant, and then all of them merged into the splashed ink.

"Shhhhhhh!"

The splashed ink seemed to be drawn by something, and all flew towards the paper on the table.

This three-meter-by-three-meter paper has a lot of messy and flying ink in an instant.

"Hmph! I thought he had some sort of barrier, but it turns out he's just another sensationalist!" Zhao Tianjian's expression became even more disdainful.

Who knew, as soon as his words fell, everyone in the audience was instantly stunned...