"It's really unbelievable!" Zhuang Yichen looked at the calm old man in front of him, and said secretly in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Even he didn't expect that a writer could hide in the city and live such a humble life.

A quarter of an hour later, Ouyang Lang appeared with murderous intent on his face. In fact, after the fight with Fang Luo yesterday, he has been a little annoyed when he went back.

After all, Fang Luo was one of the Seven Masters of the Mayfly, and his strength would definitely not be weaker than himself!

And he didn't swear an oath to fight with Fang Luo yesterday, even if he lost some face, he would not fight.

However, this writer told the entire Jizhou Mansion in the form of a spring thunder in his tongue that if he did not fight, even the Ouyang family would become the laughing stock of others! This made him have no choice but to fight at this time.

After paying a hundred taels of gold, Ouyang Lang also entered the Wen Arena. A lilac mask immediately landed, enveloping the two of them.

This is the enchantment of the literary arena controlled by the power of the writer, and there is almost no hope of breaking it if the cultivation is below the writer.

"Zhuang Yichen, what do you say Fang Luo's chances of winning?" Su Li asked quietly.

"Ten percent!" Zhuang Yichen said with a slight smile! Even if Ouyang Lang had Jinshi Wenbao on his body, it would be impossible to break through Fang Luo's defense.

And if a Xiucai wants to use Jinshi Wenbao, the talent consumed is extremely huge, and he can only attack twice at most.

"Fang Luo, today I want to let you know that although you are one of the Seven Masters of the Mayfly, you are also vulnerable to my face!" Ouyang Lang stood opposite Fang Luo and said with a gloomy expression.

"It doesn't matter if you say it, it only counts if you fight!" Fang Luo smiled faintly, his figure suddenly distanced himself from Ouyang Lang, and took the lead in writing the poem of the protection war.

The majestic phantom of the green mountain suddenly appeared, and a small crimson snake suddenly popped out from Ouyang Lang's body.

"It's so shameless, it's actually hiding the Red Snake!" Luo Wuxi said in a lost voice! The Red Snake is a low-level fierce beast with a short life cycle, and its attack power is not very strong! However, at the last moment of its life, it can burst out with hundreds of times the attack power, which is comparable to the power of a blow at the peak of Xiucai.

If Fang Luo hadn't been defenseless just now, this blow alone would have been enough to seriously injure him.

"Despicable!" Fang Luo also let out a cold sweat, if it weren't for Zhuang Yichen telling him yesterday that he would have to open up the distance to defend at the beginning, he would already be on Ouyang Lang's path at this time.

"Since it's a literary war, it's all bullshit if you only want victory!" Ouyang Lang snorted coldly, and when he saw the Red Lian Snake crashing into the Qingshan Phantom, he immediately wrote the poem of Xiucai Zhan and the song of the spear! The role of the Red Lian Snake is this blow, even if the sneak attack is ineffective, it can take the lead. And among the poems of Xiucai Zhan, the spear song has unparalleled attack power, which can be called the first.

A spear the size of a millstone appeared faintly in the void, and the murderous aura overflowed.

"Ouyang Lang is worthy of being the head of the case in the first two years of Shaoji Mansion, not only is he talented, but he also has a very strong strength to fight on the spot!"

"Yes, if I were on top, I would have to admit defeat at this time!" the two Xiucai were talking loudly.

They all bought Ouyang Langsheng, and naturally hoped that he would be defeated.

The sound inside the arena can be heard outside the arena, but any sound outside the arena can be heard in the city.

This is naturally to protect the civil fighters from interference and can concentrate on the battle.

So far, Ouyang Lang's means are perfectly connected, and Fang Luo's enemy plane is even more amazing.

Fang Luo's expression was calm, the pen in his hand was quickly writing battle poems, and Ouyang Lang's spear song had already been written, and the huge spear flew towards Fang Luo with a cold chill.

A wall of water suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the sound of the waves fell and churned in the wall with the ebb and flow of the tide.

The battle poems are blue, can be attacked and defended, and with the improvement of the Fangluo realm, the power has also increased greatly.

After the poem was completed, Fang Luo did not dare to slack off, and once again wrote Daqingshan to protect himself.

The spear was so powerful that it broke through the wall of blue tide and roared away. However, the powerful killing intent contained in the spear has been offset a lot.

When the spear was about to hit the Chinese side, Qingshan was full of phantoms, just right in front of him.

Boom! The spear and the Qingshan Phantom shook at the same time, dissipating between heaven and earth! Ouyang Lang and Fang Luo looked up at each other in surprise at the same time, realizing that this opponent was not easy to mess with.

"The speed of Ouyang Lang's attack is amazing, he should be carrying a Wenbao that increases the speed of writing, and Fang Luo's computing power is incomparable, and he actually connects the two battle poems seamlessly.

"That Fang Luo seems to be sure to win!" Luo Wuxi said beside him.

"If Ouyang Lang's Jinshi Wenbao is not too top-notch, Fang Luo will undoubtedly win. Zhuang Yichen nodded and said.

Ouyang Lang's performance can be regarded as going all out, and Fang Luo still has a back hand.

"Hmph, that's it!" Although Ouyang Lang was a little shocked in his heart, he was naturally not afraid of Fang Luo with the hole cards in his hand.

Immediately, the spear song was written again, and the giant spear condensed again in the void. Fang Luo already had experience at this time, so he might as well be busy writing his own battle poems.

Because he still has four battle poems that he hasn't taken out, once he makes a move, he will definitely be able to defeat Ouyang Lang.

It's just that it's not a last resort, and he doesn't want to use his hole cards. Both of them realized at this time that the other party was not someone they could easily beat, and they didn't want to use their hole cards, so you quickly played with pleasure.

"Xiucai's realm is still too weak, even quasi-lifters like Fang Luo and Ouyang Lang can't even withstand my punch right now!" Zhuang Yichen looked at the two of them as a wonderful literary battle, but he thought so in his heart.

Compared with martial arts, the battle of Wendao still seems a bit civilized, far less enjoyable than the general fight of martial artists.

It is no wonder that since childhood, people in Wendao have been particularly afraid of hand-to-hand combat with martial artists, which is only for the sake of seeking abuse.

The old writer of the literary arena sat lazily on the chair, his eyes seemed to be completely closed, and only the occasional flash of essence showed that he was still paying attention to the battle situation in the arena.

Ouyang Lang couldn't attack for a long time, and a trace of restlessness inevitably appeared in his heart. Originally, according to his estimate, Fang Luo was just a new talent, and there was a lot of gap between the talent in his body and himself.

As long as the battle line is stretched and slowly drawn, he will eventually be exhausted and defeated. But unexpectedly, after a fierce fight, Fang Luo's breath was still very long, and he couldn't see his exhaustion at all.

He naturally didn't expect Zhuang Yichen to give Fang Luo a lot of Qi Gathering Pills, and once Fang Luo noticed that his talent in his body was insufficient, he immediately replenished it with pills.

Although Ouyang Lang had a good family background, he didn't expect that someone would eat the expensive and top-grade Qi Gathering Pill as a bean.