"We're losing!" At this time, Wenren Qingyue and the three lifters all sighed lightly and said in unison. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although they still looked at Zhuang Yichen unpleasantly at this time, and because of Yi Wenru's relationship, they would definitely be hostile to him to the end, but after all, they were still orthodox literati, and they could still admit defeat calmly in the face of fourth-level Zhenguo poetry.

Fang Luo took all the bets at this time, and a smile bloomed on his face, this time he really made a lot of money.

"We have a share of the people we see, just one person is the same!" Fang Luo put the things on the table, but Su Li and Luo Wuxi still looked at Zhuang Yichen first.

After all, the other party's people made proud poems, if it wasn't for Zhuang Yichen, how could they win.

"You guys pick first!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, Wenbao and the like are useless to him, it is better to take the gold directly.

The three of them immediately divided their things happily, and at this time, where would the people on the third floor pay attention to such a section, and their eyes were fixed on Zhuang Yichen, which contained an incredible look.

"Zhenguo poems! He can actually make Zhenguo poems!Sister Cheng, you said that if he could condense the Wen Palace......" Leng Rushuang said with a resentful face at this time.

Cheng Dieyi couldn't help but sigh when she saw this, and it was hard to believe the scene that was happening in front of her!

A Wu Xiucai can actually make poems about Zhenguo, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that he was really a hundred axes.

If there were a few more such warriors, I am afraid that the scribes in this world would have committed suicide by jumping into the river in shame.

And Zhuang Yichen's poem of Zhenguo can actually summon the existence of heroic spirits, or has it always been a heroic army!

Once this appears on the battlefield, it is definitely an extremely powerful help.

If thousands of scribes are used together, even if there is a time limit, an army of Heroic Spirits can be organized in an instant!

This is enough to change the outcome of an important battle.

At this moment, with a bang, the surging and powerful holy power suddenly fell from the sky, enveloping the entire Miaoshu Pavilion in it.

Everyone in the building trembled in their hearts, the arrival of the holy power meant that the demi-saint had already arrived! and it was definitely the demi-saint who was on duty in the holy courtyard to supervise the heavens and the earth.

The orange holy power wrapped the paper with the first book of loyal souls, and a serious virtual image suddenly appeared.

"This poem will be included in the Holy Courtyard Battle Hall, Zhuang Yichen, Luo Wuxi, the Holy Courtyard of the two of you will be rewarded in the future! Today's matter is listed as a secret of the human race, and if you dare to leak it in any form, you will be punished as a rebel!" said the half-holy virtual statue solemnly.

Everyone immediately felt that they could not reproduce the poem in words or with a pen, and even the memory of the poem in their minds would slowly fade.

Only Zhuang Yichen and Luo Wuxi will remember, but they will never be able to spread it to the outside world! Of course, if there is a Wen Ru with the help of the power of Wenbao, it may be possible, but this half-saint virtual image has already listed this poem as a secret of the human race, which is equivalent to drawing a minefield.

After the half-saint void statue finished speaking, it immediately turned into an orange light and left, and at this time, another orange light appeared, but it was a little slower.

"Damn, Zhu Ziguo returned my soldiers' war poems!" said the orange light angrily.

"Haha, you lost the battle of the Soldier Saint Sun. I've never been able to snatch you in the past, but today I should have been able to do it!" laughed the demi-saint from earlier.

"Zhu Sheng, the master of the Sacred Courtyard War Hall, and Sun Sheng, the master of the War Hall?"

"My God, the two demi-saints are actually fighting for a poem of Zhenguo? Could it be that the true potential of this poem is not yet known to us?"

In the ten halls of the Holy Courtyard, each hall master is the most powerful existence among the demi-saints. In particular, Zhu Ziguo and Sun Qi are the two people who are qualified to become the future masters of the Holy Academy. Second only to the pinnacle of the four saints.

In an instant, the two half-saints at the peak of the human race had disappeared, and at this time, many people found that their backs were already soaked with sweat unconsciously.

The power of the demi-saint is not trivial! he only needs to release a trace of killing intent to kill all the people of this wonderful book pavilion in an instant.

Before everyone had time to say anything, they heard a long laugh: "Okay, good, I have a lot of talents in Jizhou, and I am very happy." After that, purple qi poured into the Miaoshu Pavilion, which made people feel shocked.

"Wen Ru Ziqi! Could it be that the state lord has arrived!" At this time, Wen Ren Qingyue couldn't help but exclaim, and all the scribes immediately stood up.

Wen Ru represents the pinnacle of literati, and he is a half-saint at the top!

A figure suddenly appeared on the third floor of the Miaoshu Pavilion, and no one saw how he came here.

Wearing a purple robe, the expression on Fangzheng's face was solemn, and a wave of righteousness involuntarily escaped.

"I've seen the state lord!" Wen Ren Qingyue saw the visitor, his body was shocked, and he took the lead in saluting.

There are not many scribes in the Shaoji Mansion who have seen He Yi with their own eyes, but he has visited him once.

"I've seen the state lord!" The voice in the Miaoshu Pavilion suddenly thundered, and even Cheng Dieyi's voice sounded movingly behind him: "The state lord is here, Dieyi is really a little flattered!"

"Fairy Cheng said that he laughed!" A smile suddenly appeared on He Yi's square face, which was simply shocking.

"Even the state lord is so polite to Fairy Cheng?" At this time, everyone realized that Cheng Dieyi's identity was probably more noble than they imagined.

He Yi's gaze turned to Zhuang Yichen at this time, his eyes were different from ordinary people, there seemed to be the sun, moon and stars rotating in them! If a person with a bad mind was taken a look at by him, I am afraid that he would immediately trigger the demons in his heart, fall into the illusion and die of being unable to extricate himself.

"This is Wen Ru's eye of heaven and earth!" Zhuang Yichen's heart froze slightly, it seemed that He Yi felt that he was unlikely to make Zhenguo poems.

This untitled poem was written by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty, and it naturally does not exist in this world! Therefore, Zhuang Yichen did not have any weakness of heart, and he was at the same level as He Yi.

He Yi glanced at him deeply, as if a huge and incomparable vortex had been created out of thin air.

"Zhuang Yichen, it's not the first time I've heard your name, you're very good!" He Yi retracted his gaze and said lightly.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Zhuang Yichen saluted and said calmly.

"It's a pity that such a poet is talented!" He Yi was also sure at this time that Zhuang Yichen was unable to condense the Wen Palace, and sighed secretly in his heart.

"The old man is just curious because of the arrival of the demi-saint, so now be a bystander, you don't need to be restrained!" He Yi nodded.

He did not claim to be an official, which means that he is purely participating in the Wenhui as a Wenru! However, Wenru naturally will not compare anything with these little talents, so he is a bystander.

The scribes immediately sat down, and He Yi's statement made them less stressed and excited at the same time. If you can show your potential in front of a Wenru, maybe you will be lucky enough to become a protégé of Wenru.