I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

Chapter 743 Looking Back at the Mortal World, Not Being an Immortal

"I don't agree!"

This thought was hard to suppress in the mind of Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion.

At this moment, Ye Chen did not care about the expression of Wutian Pavilion Tianzun. Ye Chen was very happy today because no one had ever played chess with him so happily.

Every move made by the people playing chess with him seemed extremely difficult, but the old man made his moves very quickly. Although his moves were poor, he was somewhat satisfied.

"Old man, do you want another round?"

Ye Chen became interested and looked at the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion with a passionate expression.

The Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion was already furious at the moment. He came to find trouble today, but was crushed by Ye Chen. Hearing Ye Chen's words, the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion felt humiliated.

"No, I'm not as good as you at chess!"

"Let's compare other things!"

Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion refused to admit defeat. He felt that even though Ye Chen’s understanding of Taoism was far better than his, he should be inferior to him in other aspects.

"Than the others?"

"Is the old man proficient in other things?"

When Ye Chen heard the words of the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion, a look of curiosity appeared on his face. He didn't know that the old man in the straw raincoat was so unhappy and wanted to argue with him.

However, this aroused Ye Chen's interest, and he also wanted to see what the other party was capable of.

"calligraphy!"

"Let's compete in calligraphy!"

The Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion suddenly had a bright look in his eyes and looked at Li Yixi with a burning expression.

He had obtained Confucian and Taoist classics, and his Confucian and Taoist cultivation was extremely powerful, far surpassing his understanding of Taoism. At this moment, he wanted to compete with Ye Chen with his own strengths.

"A calligraphy competition?"

"Old man, let's just forget it, shall we?"

Hearing the words of the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion, Ye Chen showed a helpless look on his face. After the old man lost just now, he wanted to compete with him in other things. He knew that the old man was extremely competitive.

But he also knew that his attainments in calligraphy had reached the pinnacle, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was on par with the gods.

After all, his calligraphy is beyond the system's ability to teach, so the old man is bound to lose.

But just as Ye Chen finished speaking, the head of Wutian Pavilion said sarcastically, "You don't dare?"

"That's right, few people can compare with my calligraphy!"

"If it doesn't work, just admit defeat."

After hearing Ye Chen's words, a smile appeared on the face of Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion. At this moment, he felt that he had won a game and looked very proud.

"Admit defeat?"

At this moment, when Ye Chen heard the words of the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion, a hint of curiosity appeared on his face. Seeing the old man in front of him so confident, Ye Chen also eagerly wanted to know how good his calligraphy skills were?

After the thought came to an end, Ye Chen smiled: "Since the old man wants to compete, then let's see who is better."

"Wang Lin, go to the study and get some writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone."

Ye Chen immediately gave orders to Wang Lin, who had been standing not far away.

Wang Lin immediately went to the study and got the four treasures of the study.

"Old sir, you are a guest from afar, please go first!"

Li Yixi extended an invitation.

After hearing Ye Chen's words, the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion showed a mysterious smile on his face, "Are you sure you want me to write first?"

"If I wrote it first, I'm afraid you wouldn't have the courage to write a single word!"

There was arrogance in his words, but his arrogance was not true arrogance, but self-confidence.

The other party's confidence made Ye Chen's eyes light up again.

"Old man, please!"

Seeing Ye Chen’s repeated invitations, Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion did not hesitate and immediately picked up the pen and started writing on the rice paper.

As each of his words fell, at that moment, an incomparably pure and righteous spirit burst out from the paper. Those words seemed to be carved by a knife, giving people an extremely domineering feeling. His writing was vigorous and majestic.

"how?"

"Just admit defeat?"

As the last stroke was made, the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion looked at Ye Chen with confidence at that moment.

Today he performed exceptionally well. At this moment, he felt the righteous spirit on the rice paper and looked very proud.

"Good word!"

"The pen moves like a dragon, majestic and magnificent!"

"I haven't seen calligraphy like this for a long time, old man. You are indeed a master."

Seeing the characters on the rice paper, Ye Chen smiled and said from the bottom of his heart.

When the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion saw Ye Chen’s shining eyes, he became even more proud.

"Are you admitting defeat?"

At this moment, he asked Ye Chen again, he was very satisfied with his own calligraphy.

The righteous spirit contains an extremely terrifying power of the Tao. If this thing is taken out, it will definitely be priceless.

Monggo, who was standing nearby, saw this scene and heard the old man's words. A strange look and a look of sympathy appeared on his face.

"Good guy!"

"So he is a hidden master. His strength has definitely reached the level of a Heavenly Venerable. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to write a spiritual text that contains such terrifying power of the Great Dao."

"But what a pity! You actually dared to challenge the young master. The words written by the young master are divine texts, which cannot be compared with spiritual texts!"

The moment Mengge finished his thought, a smile appeared on Ye Chen's face.

"Although the old man's calligraphy is outstanding, I am also proficient in it. I will write a sentence too!"

Looking at Liu Dan not far away, Ye Chen smiled and slowly picked up the pen in his hand.

"I have been bowing before the devil for three thousand years. Looking back at the mortal world, I do not want to be an immortal, just to let her control my fate."

The moment Ye Chen's pen wrote down the divine words, the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion, who was standing by and watching, couldn't help but tremble.

The moment he saw the first word "demon", billions of phantoms of gods and demons appeared in his mind. The gods and demons roared, and his soul almost collapsed.

His body was shaking violently and his face turned pale and bloodless.

The powerful aura on the rice paper frightened him. He had never expected that not only Ye Chen's understanding of the Tao was extremely terrifying, but also that the Tao of literature had reached a realm that was untouchable to him. He had always thought that he had profound attainments, but now he knew what a frog in a well meant.

Looking at the words in front of him, his body trembled violently, and the unwillingness and dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared in an instant.

No matter how stupid the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion was, he reacted and realized that the Ye Chen in front of him was definitely more powerful than just a Tianzun. A Tianzun, no matter how powerful he was, could never write such a terrifying divine text.

"Ancestral God!"

At this moment, these two words appeared in the mind of Wutian Pavilion Tianzun.

I felt my legs going weak. I actually came here to provoke an ancestor god without knowing whether to live or die. This was no different from seeking death.

With an ordinary sound, the Tianzun of Wutian Pavilion knelt down in front of Ye Chen.

"The junior doesn't know the senior's ability. I lost. I have offended you today. I will let you deal with me as you wish."

Seeing the old man suddenly kneeling in front of him, Ye Chen's face changed slightly. The old man looked at least in his sixties or seventies. How could he bear him kneeling?

"Wang Lin, quickly help the old man up!"

Ye Chen immediately ordered.

Mengge, who was standing aside, kept recalling Ye Chen's words in his mind. He had been kneeling before the devil for three thousand years, and now he looked back at the mortal world and decided not to become an immortal, just to control the fate of life and death for her.

"hiss!"

Take a deep breath.

"So there's a story behind why the young master doesn't practice cultivation!"

"What kind of beauty could make this young master abandon all his status and dignity like this?"