"Maybe it's just that Yan Guo deliberately created a warrior who can write poetry, and I don't know?" At this time, a few people whispered, and there was still some schadenfreude and jealousy in their voices. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, Zhuang Yichen's strength is now obvious to all, but there are always people who will not like it. It's like Qin Aolong and Yuanlong, no matter how they look at it, they are unhappy.

Yan Guo's Wenju people immediately turned gloomy, and Chen Wenquan couldn't help but shout: "Just a few of you dare to talk about whether our Dean Zhuang is not, it's really ridiculous!"

The faces of those Wenju people were a little dumbfounded, but at this time, Qin Aolong sneered: "The Literary Society of the Seven Kingdoms Academy has always advocated speaking freely, your Yan Kingdom is good in talent and courage, but it is nothing weaker than poetry, you must accept the reality!"

"What did you say!"

"Nonsense, how can our Yan Kingdom be weaker than your Six Kingdoms!"

"Yes, in the past, there was no one in the Seven Kingdoms of Yan Kingdom's poetry saint to compete with, why don't you say it!"

"It's all the old yellow calendar from a thousand years ago, do you still want to show it off? It seems that the Yan Kingdom generation is not as good as the generation, it's not a lie!" Yuan Long also said loudly.

"Huh?" Generalissimo Li frowned, and Wen Ru's strong aura suddenly escaped, making Yuanlong suddenly feel that his breath was not smooth, and he was shocked.

"Brother Li, young people don't know how to speak, don't be angry!" The two literary and Confucian talents of the Qi State exploded together, which could stop the aura of Generalissimo Li.

Generalissimo Li snorted, and the terrifying aura suddenly converged, and with his identity, even if it was a genius lifting people, it was a drop in price.

Yuan Long was shocked, and under the strong Wen Ru aura, he felt that his whole body was soaked.

"There's still a quarter of an hour!" Zong Wudaunt reminded at this time, and the tense atmosphere was dispelled.

Zhuang Yichen opened his eyes at this time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand and summoned Chen Wenquan, Li Zixiong and the others over, and after whispering separately, the faces of the nine people suddenly appeared excited.

"Sketch it!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, and Li Zixiong immediately snorted: "I'll come first!"

He wrote in great spirits, and a very moving Yongmei poem appeared in his pen: Qiongzi is only in Yaotai, who is planted everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River. The snow is full of mountains and the high priests are lying, and the beauties under the moonlight forest are coming. The cold is sparse and the bamboo is sparse, and the spring covers the residual fragrance of the desert moss. Since I went to He Lang, there is no good song, how many times has the east wind been sad?

"Good poetry!"

"Wonderful poetry!"

"I didn't expect there to be such a talented person in the Yan Kingdom!" many Wen Ru exclaimed, looking at Li Zixiong's eyes with the meaning of cherishing talent.

And the other writers looked at Li Zixiong in disbelief, such a poem is already a poem that completely crushes anyone.

Qin Aolong couldn't help sneering, who is the best person with a poem? As soon as Li Zixiong's poem comes out, it is the peak of Aozhou, can the rest of the people's poems keep up?

Whether it is the Qin State, the Chu State or the Qi State, in fact, everyone tacitly understands that they are not Aozhou poems that are completed independently, and there are Confucian-level powers behind them.

"Let me come!" Yan Guowen Ju saw that Li Zixiong's poetry was surging at this time, and suppressed the poetry talent of the rest of the people.

At that moment, another Wenju man stood up and began to write the second poem with a splash of ink.

"The calyx contains snow at the beginning, and it is difficult to paint a solitary standard. There is a rhyme in the incense, and the clear is not cold. The transverse flute and the sorrowful listening, the oblique technique depends on the disease. If the headwind is understanding, it is easy to be destroyed. ”

"Boom!" is another good poem, and the talent is surging and the momentum is extremely fierce. After writing this poem, the talent has reached three feet and eight inches, and it is only two inches short of reaching the level of Zhenguo.

However, with the spread of this poem, the gap between these two inches of talent can be bridged over time.

"Good poetry! It's really strong! Yan Guo still has such a talent!"

"Yes, I can't believe my eyes! If the ten poems are all at this level, then won't the resonance be infinitely close to the level of the world?" everyone was shocked, and they all looked sideways.

The Wen Confucians couldn't help but get up, and looked at Yan Guo's side with blazing eyes.

As for Qin Aolong and Yuan Long, their faces were completely pale, and they couldn't believe all this.

And even if it is a Confucian from various countries, the complexity of his mood may not be below Qin Aolong and Yuan Long.

But no matter what they thought, they couldn't stop one after another Yan Guowen from coming out, writing a poem about Aozhou and then retreating. Only the dazzling talent that is left makes people look like a dream.

Nine Aozhou poems of more than 3 feet and 5 inches came out so directly, and they came so suddenly and unacceptably.

You must know that after the poetry reaches the level of Aozhou, it is extremely difficult to increase even an inch of talent. Even if a strong man at the level of a writer wants to improve his talent by an inch of poetry, it depends on chance.

Like Qi Guo's preparation this time, eight of the ten songs were under three feet five inches, and the other two songs only broke through three feet five inches, which was only three feet seven inches.

At this time, compared with the nine Yongmei poems of Yan Guo, it can be said that they are extremely inferior. It is also a poem at the level of Aozhou, but the gap is really so big.

"There is still one song left, if you can make a poem at the level of Aozhou, the first place in the poetry competition this time is still Yan Guo!" At this time, all eyes focused on Zhuang Yichen again.

As a legendary martial artist, it has to be said that it is a miracle that he still achieved such great achievements after transferring to Wendao after the destruction of the Martial Palace.

But when it comes to poetry, even if he has made poems that are passed down all over the world, even if Wensheng is alive, he doesn't dare to say that he can be the first to be a masterpiece of the Aozhou level.

Plum blossom temperament is noble, the fragrance is refreshing, and it has always been loved by people. Therefore, Yongmei's poems can be said to be quite numerous in the Shenlong Continent. But in terms of quality, there are not too many Yongmei poems on Aozhou that have appeared.

Therefore, at this time, the mood of the Wenju people is also quite complicated, especially the Wenju people from the other six countries. I hope that Zhuang Yichen can write poems at the peak level of Aozhou and arouse poetry resonance, but I am afraid that in this way, Yanguo will once again win a first.

The former is the prosperity of the human race, while the latter is related to its own vital interests and fame.

"There are only two Yongmei poems at the peak of Aozhou, there have only been two in the history of the human race! There is only one Yongmei poem at the Zhenguo level! If you want to write a Yongmei poem at the peak of Aozhou, it is not so simple!" At this time, Zong Wuxing couldn't help but look at Zhuang Yichen and said.