Chapter 67

As the sword-like and knife-like golden light whistled towards Lin Zheng, he stood in place, turning his head, leaning his body, and lifting his leg, but did not defend. Instead, he let the golden light streaks strike the green stone behind him. The sound of cracking green stone echoed continuously, and some characters slowly began to appear on the green stone.

Lin Zheng watched as Tang Qinghui's hands waved incessantly, distorting the air, and the whistling sounds never ceased. The characters on the green stone behind Lin Zheng increased, and some of the text was already beginning to connect. Tang Qinghui's attacks became even more frequent, and the sound of shattered green stone continuously echoed.

In the eyes of the crowd, Lin Zheng seemed to be struggling to dodge, without even a chance to counterattack. Joyful expressions appeared on their faces. Was Lin Zheng just a paper tiger? However, some remained calm, and seeing Lin Zheng in such a situation, they all seemed puzzled.

As the incense stick was about to burn out, and Tang Qinghui was almost done writing his poem, Lin Zheng finally began to move. His body vibrated at high speed, and Tang Qinghui's eyes narrowed as he waved his hands even more rapidly. However, this time, the attacks did not hit the green stone but were intercepted by Lin Zheng.

In the next moment, Lin Zheng's figure suddenly flickered in the field, leaving countless afterimages. As Lin Zheng's hands moved, the attacks that were originally aimed at the green stone were deflected to the ground with a series of thuds. Cracks appeared on the ground, as if carved by an ax.

What kind of steps are these? So fast! Tang Qinghui's eyes narrowed, and his arms bent like two giant scythes, fiercely attacking Lin Zheng. Lin Zheng's body trembled, and his muscles bulged. A loud rumbling sound echoed from within his body. Lin Zheng's right hand clenched into a fist, like a mountain, and fiercely pressed towards Tang Qinghui.

Watching Tang Qinghui's counterattack in the field, the crowd suddenly felt a surge of four words in their hearts: "Foolish moth trying to stop a cart!"

Boom! The air roared as the fist enveloped it, rolling and spreading in all directions like a thousand galloping horses. The fist struck Tang Qinghui's arms fiercely. Lin Zheng remained in place, but Tang Qinghui was thrown back, stopping only when he reached the green stone. Lin Zheng flashed like a star, his steps elegant, and he instantly appeared in front of Tang Qinghui with a smile. His left hand reached out, forming an invisible hand that grabbed Tang Qinghui and pulled him forward. Lin Zheng stepped on his head and moved his right hand over the green stone, but no characters appeared. Instead, Lin Zheng lightly touched the green stone, as if picking something up. Tang Qinghui suddenly broke free from the restraint, his hands glowing with golden light, and he slashed at Lin Zheng's feet. Lin Zheng stepped on his head, elegantly walking in the air, and then returned to the green stone, touching and tapping it continuously.

Tang Qinghui's face changed, and he rushed forward. As long as he finished writing the remaining characters, Lin Zheng would lose. Lin Zheng turned his body, one hand still moving over the green stone, while the other hand stretched out, as if trying to pluck stars from the sky. He suddenly grabbed Tang Qinghui from a distance and pulled him back. Tang Qinghui felt like a pebble, casually picked up and thrown away!

How could there be such a difference! How is this possible! Tang Qinghui roared madly, but he still couldn't break free!

The sudden change in the field left the crowd stunned. How could this be? The situation was too different! The Tang family knew Lin Zheng was strong, but the person they sent was so weak. Was this a joke?

Actually, it wasn't the Tang family's fault. From the beginning, they didn't understand Lin Zheng's strength. Although two elders of the family were defeated, it didn't mean much. Many elders in the family didn't become elders based on their strength. They never expected Lin Zheng to be so strong.

Suddenly, Tang Qinghui seemed to make a decision. His hands began to burst with golden light, breaking free from Lin Zheng's restraint. A powerful force surged from his body, flowing into his arms. The golden light on his hands spread to his arms, turning both arms completely golden.

Lin Zheng's hands moved quickly over the green stone, then he stood still, watching the strange scene nearby with a calm expression, but his heart was full of doubt. What is this guy doing? His body can't withstand such spiritual energy. If this continues, he will probably be crippled!

Just as the spiritual energy in Tang Qinghui's body reached its peak, a series of惨叫声从唐庆辉口中发出，只见两只金色的手臂挥动间幻化出两柄巨大的金钩，光芒涌动，锋利的钩尖如同要撕破夜幕一般，空中一股股巨大的灵气不断涌向两柄巨大的金钩。

周围不少人已经散开，林铮站在原地看了一会，摇了摇头，身上开始涌动灵气，如同上次一般，林铮整个身体硬是拔高半个身头，身上的外衣纷纷碎裂，还好里面有一身特制的软甲包裹着身体。

唐庆辉挥舞着双臂猛地向林铮甩来，空中的两只金钩同样猛地向林铮划去，如同乌云遮月，两道巨大的黑影带着流光就俯冲向林铮。林铮大步跑了起来，迎着冲来的两只金钩就迎了过去，就在寒光闪闪的钩尖即将刺入林铮体内的时候，林铮忽然消失在原地，下一刻林铮出现在金钩的后面，林铮伸出手磅礴的灵气忽的涌出形成两只巨大的琉璃色的手臂，猛的抓住两把金钩的尾部，十根巨大的手指牢牢地扣住钩柄，地上的两人都伸着手臂，似乎在凭空较力。

眼看一炷香就要烧完，属于林铮的青石上依旧一字未显，唐庆辉挥动着双钩又猛地压住林铮，似乎在阻止林铮去完成书写。林铮双臂猛地一震，滚滚战气猛地暴涨，琉璃色的双臂凭空又胀大了一倍。喀嚓喀嚓的声音不断从金钩柄上传出来，夜幕中的月亮撒下皎洁的月光照在半空中对峙着的两只金钩和一双琉璃色双臂之上。

众人眼睛一眨不眨的看着场中，金钩上的裂痕越来越大，咔嚓碎裂之声不绝于耳。站在一旁的林铮忽然弓腿后撤，上身前弯，双臂猛地向后一拉，空中的双钩瞬间被扯到林铮的身后，林铮撤后的腿猛地发力，将地面踏出一个凹陷，双臂猛地向前一挥，抓住金色双钩的琉璃双臂从身体两侧呼啸着向唐庆辉击去！

此时的唐庆辉双臂的金色光芒渐渐散去，看着袭来的金钩努力的想要抬起手臂，林铮眼中一愣，双手猛地向上拖起，两道金光一左一右擦着唐庆辉的身体猛地滑向天空，如同两道璀璨的星光飞舞，金钩在漆黑的夜幕下拖着一条长长的光带猛地撞到一起，犹如烟花一般纷纷散了开来，煞是美丽。

众人大感疑惑，为何林铮会有如此动作，众人内心都非常清楚唐庆辉已经就要败了，他根本无力接下这一击。

林铮收回身形，拿出一件衣服穿上，淡淡的站在唐庆辉的对面，此时一炷香恰巧烧完。唐庆辉的脸上露出一丝如释重负的表情，双臂下一刻，猛地炸裂开来，没有血肉飞溅，只是淡淡的金光四射，然后变得虚无。

哐当，不少人手中的酒杯落地摔得粉碎，看台上唐家众人飞快的跑下来，一把抱住已经昏迷的唐庆辉，同时数颗丹药塞进他的嘴里。

看台上唐家长老的脸色铁青，唐庆辉废了，至此铁画银钩也离他远去了，不过好在第一场胜了！唐家长老看着唐家子弟将唐庆辉抱上台来，嘱咐了几句然后几人带着唐庆辉迅速离开了宴会场。

“林公子，这第一场怕是你们数了吧，我可记得你说过，只要有一场输了那便听从唐家的处置！”唐家长老面色阴狠的看着场中的林铮，冰冷的说道。

“呵，城主大人，准备第二场吧！”林铮不去理会唐家人，转身就从场中走了下去。

“鼠辈，留下命来...”唐家长老说罢就要跳下台去！

“呵呵！我说唐老，且慢且慢！你好好看看林铮的那块青石！”城主起身拉住一旁的唐家长老，后者往所属林铮的青石上一望，瞬间脸上充满不可置信之色。不仅是他，就连台上的其他众人，还有场下的众人都是大吃一惊，原本空无一字的青石之上，在林铮转身的那一霎那，石粉簌簌落地，一首诗完整的出现在青石之上！

万年沧桑变，今世谁为雄？

天地众苍生，不见古之风。

生当做人杰，死亦为鬼雄。

至今思远古，恨不同时生！

字字清晰，深入青石之上，一首完整的诗出现在众人面前，比起唐庆辉的那未完成的诗句，胜负一目了然。

人群中响起一片赞叹还有不敢置信之色，文天青目光灼灼的看着青石上的字，先不论诗词如何，但是这字体就胜了唐庆辉不止一筹！

“林铮，没想到你的字居然如此漂亮！”文天青赞叹道，这在青石之上刻字可要比平常书写要难上几分，但有浑厚的功力，没有多年书法的功底是做不到如此地步的。

林琴几人都是忍俊不禁，要说林铮这一手好字还要归功于小黑屋的功劳，每次被关进小黑屋里，看书抄书是必不可少的功课，久而久之林铮的字自然越写越漂亮！

林铮自然明白两人的想法，开口道：“好了，先把晶石收起来，林琴到你了，可别给大家丢脸啊。”

林铮冲林琴笑笑，然后身后摸了摸林琴的小脑袋，林琴不满的打掉林铮的手，一脸不耐烦的道：“知道啦，知道啦！真啰嗦，不知道若水姐姐怎么能受得了你的！”

李若水冲着满是无奈的林铮展颜一笑，拉着林铮坐下，和文天青交谈起来。林铮殊不知之前的表现，已经彻底的镇住了众人，饶是唐家众人眼中也是闪过一丝丝的惊恐，这少年究竟还会多少神通？究竟还有多少底牌？

PS: First update of the day, thank you for the support, and thank you for the red tickets! Today is overcast, a gray and gloomy day, and the noise from the renovation upstairs is giving me a headache, but my mood is still beautiful because of the support from all of you! Baa ha ha, thank you all!

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