Chapter: 146

"Impossible." Qiao Anchu shook his head and snatched the koi painting from Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Anchu grabbed the koi painting and looked at the seal on the painting with bright eyes.

Everyone at the scene saw Qiao Anchu's reaction and suddenly understood something.

A pair of shocked eyes fell on Qiao Yimo.

This 18-year-old girl is really a master of the end of the water...

Qiao Yimo looked at Qiao Anchu's motionless body, took a step forward and held the painting in his hand again, her phoenix eyes squinted slightly, and said slowly, "You don't need to be too shocked... after all... "Qiao Yimo held the seal in his hand and shook it in front of her, "You can't bear it even more when you read this."

When everyone saw the seal in Qiao Yimo's hand, their lips trembled, and their words were uncomfortable, "This...Is it the one that Qiao Yimo took when he went out just now?"

"Is it possible to imitate this seal?"

"Impossible. There is only this one made of all-red bloodstone. Nowadays, the world cannot find the same type of bloodstone."

"this......."

Everyone seems to be too slow for a long time. Why is this happening?

The people in the audience couldn't help taking out their phones to take pictures of this scene, as if they wanted people from all over the world to witness this scene.

Qiao Anchu saw that everyone's mobile phones were aimed at herself, and she covered her face in pain.

Dong Yan's face turned dark in the audience, she looked at Qiao Anchu angrily, "An Chu, how can you..."

"Hey!" Dong Yan was so angry that she didn't even speak, and left the banquet hall.

This kind of thing happened to her own daughter, how could she have the face to be in such a place to make jokes to those people?

Qiao Renshan's eyes dimmed, and then followed Dong Yan.

The one who shocked the most was the old Qin on the stage. This change was too fast.

This little girl who has always been degraded by herself is really the legendary "master of the end of the water"

The level of Master Water End is the pinnacle that he will never reach for a lifetime!

The most unacceptable thing is that he has always spoken insultingly to Master Water End.

At this time, he wanted to kneel on the ground and worship her as a teacher, but he did not dare to look directly at Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo walked slowly in front of Mr. Qin, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said frantically, "What else did you say? Accept me as a disciple?"

Mr. Qin did not dare to look at Qiao Yimo at all. He bowed his head and muttered something in his mouth. My Qin Song is even more ashamed!"

"Now I don't need to say anything. Even if I win this game, I still don't want to be your apprentice."

"Yes, yes!" Old Mr. Qin lowered his head and replied again and again.

Qiao Yimo stepped off the stage and said to Qingzhi, "How about it? I'm not ashamed of you, right?"

The smile on Grandma Qingzhi's face was crumpled, and she might not forget the scene just now.

Moved and shocked, he nodded repeatedly, "How can I be ashamed...how can I be ashamed."

Qiao Qingling on the side looked silly and couldn't look away from Qiao Yimo for a long time.

Seeing the look of worship on her daughter's face, Xiuli rolled her eyes and Qiao Qingling said, "There are some good-looking ones, they are really promising."

"Let's go, what to see." Xiuli angrily pulled Qiao Qingling away.

Today, Qiao Qingling finished third. It can be said to be inferior to Qiao Anchu. It's really shameful, too shameful!

Qiao Yimo and Grandma Qingzhi looked at each other, and then left the banquet hall.

Only Qin Lao and the people who still hadn't reacted were left on the stage.

Old Qin couldn't help sighing as he looked at Qiao Yimo's thin and slender figure.

The master of the water end in his imagination is clearly an old woman, how could she be an eighteen-year-old girl...

He has absolutely no way of accepting all this.

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When Qiao Yimo and Qingzhi returned to the lounge, Dong Yan and Qiao Anchu were also there.

Qiao Anchu lowered his head in a posture about to be trained. JrNovels.com