"You're very rampant, aren't you? Okay, I'm not welcome now, I really haven't lost to anyone in this regard, but if you look for death, then I don't have any point in releasing water!"

"It's like you can beat me without water. "Although Liu Zhiyuan is quite good-tempered today, he didn't get angry directly with this kind of bastard who wronged him, but he really can't stand this person's pretending to be forced, and he will take a fatal blow in minutes, but this person Nima's beep is really too powerful, it's just noisy!

Because the two of them have already begun to take the stage while talking, it seems that this voice is directly spread out in the microphone, and the sound resounded in the park non-stop.

"Poof......" "Hahaha! That's really high, high!" The middle-aged bald man's face now looks green! He doesn't know why other people's mouths are so smelly, of course, for him, Liu Zhiyuan's current mouth is more stinky is true.

But the people around him felt that what Liu Zhiyuan said was not wrong.

After all, it is this bald guy who finds fault first, and basically everyone who knows Liu Zhiyuan knows that he has a characteristic, that is, when he is disdainful of anyone, or even irritable, his words will be extraordinarily poisonous, which is not like the person in front of him.

Liu Zhiyuan opened his mouth and said that the words were really not ordinary choking, the people below burst into laughter when they heard this, and the middle-aged man felt that his teeth were sharp, but this damn little beast's teeth were not ordinary.

I don't want to let the people on the stage complicit, the middle-aged bald man Tie Qing has a blue face, and he will come when he opens his mouth!" ”

Oh, this is the first sentence of his mouth? Liu Zhiyuan glanced at the middle-aged bald man in front of him, and thought he was so powerful, but it sounded like it...... "After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn." ”

opened his mouth almost without thinking, Liu Zhiyuan also followed up directly, and the middle-aged bald man squinted at Liu Zhiyuan as if he was a little dissatisfied, and then said again: "Lucao cattle and sheep are happy, Qiulin millet beans are suspicious." ”

Hehe, Liu Zhiyuan continued lazily, "The Russian wind sets the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns to darkness. ”

"The insiders are rushing to send the swing, and the wind hears the laughter through the peach blossoms. The middle-aged bald man's expression was quite calm, but when he saw Liu Zhiyuan, he was even more calm compared to him, and the expression on his face was a little unhappy, obviously this was much faster than the speed of the poem just now.

But do you think he, Liu Zhiyuan, can't keep up?

Joke.

After slanting a middle-aged bald man, Liu Zhiyuan said again: "There are many autumn grasses in the south of Xigong, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep." ”

"The reckless past is coming, and the autumn wind is gone. The middle-aged bald man was slightly sweaty on the tip of his nose.

"The spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall. Liu Zhiyuan was right, so he naturally had time to observe the expression on the other party's face.

Seeing that the expression on the face of this middle-aged bald man had changed, and now it was even worse, Liu Zhiyuan grinned.

Look, sure enough, there are more people who don't practice fake tricks, it seems that this middle-aged bald old guy is not as powerful as he imagined, but he just pretended to be too good before.

After the middle-aged bald man groaned a little, he seemed to search his intestines and scrape his stomach before he found a sentence, "I'm afraid to listen to the sound of autumn, but it's where the old sorrow comes from." ”

Yo he, there is still stock? Okay, it shouldn't be much, see how he can squeeze the stock of this bastard thing directly!

Liu Zhiyuan grinned, "The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened." ”

......

The two of you come and go like this, and the people around you listen to it and watch intently, and they are really a little hard to imagine how there are so many poems about autumn in the mouths of the two of them.

This middle-aged bald man is Guo Mingming, and everyone who knows knows that this pair of poems is his strength, and he can directly confront people to poems to the point of almost vomiting blood.

But because Guo Mingliang spoke too quickly before, the people below didn't have time to remind Liu Zhiyuan, but it was inevitable that at the beginning, there were still people below who were worried about Liu Zhiyuan.

I'm worried that he is not the opponent of this old fritter, after all, Liu Zhiyuan is half the age younger than this bald guy, in case the ink in his stomach is not as much as the guy he takes, wouldn't it be ......

But as they listened downward, the two of them went back and forth almost without giving each other any time to catch their breath, and more than once or twice.

When Liu Zhiyuan was able to hold back a sentence after a long time, everyone finally realized one thing below, that is, they seemed to think a little too much about Liu Zhiyuan, and this person really didn't need them to worry about it!

"I'm wiping, it's still going on! How can the two of them have so much stock in their stomachs? This old man Guo is okay, but I really can't imagine that a young man like Liu Zhiyuan can be with him for half a catty and eight taels!"

"Hehe, you should know if you look at the situation on the field, now Guo Mingliang is in a hurry, his inventory has been almost cleaned, look at the sweat on his head?

But Liu Zhiyuan looks very calm now, although I don't know if his calmness means that he still has a lot of things in his stomach, but people will have such pressure when they look at it, so Guo Mingliang is not a little flustered!"

What others can see, how could Liu Zhiyuan not see it? He squinted his eyes and looked at the person in front of him with a smile, ah, is it finally about to run out of stock?

Although I didn't say that it made people feel extremely happy, I have to say that it's not bad now!

Of course, this is a compliment for himself, don't think too much, anyway, it won't be for this Guo Mingming, but it's time to put pressure on this old guy!

Liu Zhiyuan opened his mouth: "The Qingfeng River is far away in autumn, and the ancient trees on the edge of the White Emperor City are sparse. ”

"Okay!" The excitement continued, everyone in the audience had now forgotten the badness of Guo Mingliang on the stage, and the whole silence was in the fun of the two of them, Liu Zhiyuan squinted his eyes and grinned, "What's wrong?"

When this sound came out, Guo Mingming's brows were furrowed as if he was going to directly clip the fly to death, looking at the person's expression, Liu Zhiyuan naturally knew what the reason was, but he just wanted to speak, "Isn't this Guo Mingliang not working now?"

"Who knows, isn't it said that this man is a well-known connoisseur of poetry? and he has also bled people right, I thought it was so powerful, but now it doesn't seem to be very good!"

"There's no way, the power of the year must have become a thing of the past for this person, right? For so many years, instead of conscientiously continuing to drill deep in literature, but instead wanting all kinds of drill camps, if people like this just don't retreat but advance, I think this situation is not normal!"