The poems made by Ximen Wuwu are infinitely close to the poems of Zhenguo, and Zhuang Yichen does not even have a chance of winning one in 10,000. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, Ximen Wuwu's current strength cannot be compared with Qin Siya of Qin State, and no one knows that Zhuang Yichen is the so-called "No. 1 in the world".

"Zhongyong Gong, if the poems you make can't compare to the carefree son, then these star stones will have nothing to do with you!" Lu Hao said.

"I understand, but I don't think I'm going to lose!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, the bets in front of him were as high as a hill, and the Star Stone was priceless.

At this time, in the world's list, someone has already described what happened to the worry-free poetry meeting as if it was a live broadcast, and at this time, it was said that Zhuang Yichen was going to PK poems with Ximen Wuwu.

"No, Ximen Wuwu is a teacher's talent, and he has a reputation for supernatural powers since he was a child! Zhuang Yichen is not a small reputation, but after all, he is only a martial artist!"

"Yes, if even a warrior can make Zhenguo poems, how can we scribes have face!"

"But this Zhuang Yichen dares to take out ten star stones, and it's not good for him!"

"Come on, come on, I'll bet with you!" The world list quickly became a pot of porridge, but basically no one thought that Zhuang Yichen could make better Zhenguo poems than Ximen Wuwu.

"Zhongyonggong, you can start composing poetry!" Simon said lightly.

Zhuang Yichen was undoubtedly covered with a mysterious light at this time, especially where did he come from with so many star stones?

Although the Shenlong Continent has a vast area, the number of Star Stones stored is not small! Moreover, resources like star stones, the saints and those great families occupy at least ninety percent, and the rest are divided into layers, and it is basically difficult for even the master level to obtain star stones.

"Hmph, this person is arrogant, these ten star stones are simply given away for nothing! But he is about to face the battle to seize the mansion, and it is useless to keep these external objects!" Dong Suqing thought in her heart at this time, she was naturally extremely disgusted with Zhuang Yichen.

What she thought at this time was thought of by everyone in Wei State, and no one thought that Zhuang Yichen could win Ximen worry-free.

"Who writes for me?" Zhuang Yichen asked with a slight smile. He is a martial artist, and it is impossible to inspire talent with the poems he writes.

"I'll come!" Kong Ruoer, who has always been very low-key in the worry-free poetry meeting, got up at this time, adding a bit of strangeness.

"Huh?" Ximen's face sank, Kong Ruo'er was the best wife in his heart, followed by Li Xuerou and Bai Yuting. Of course, the latter two are loved by their beauty, so they will do the kidnapping.

Of course he didn't dare to use force against Kong Ruoer, the Kong family was the only saint family in the Shenlong Continent, and even the saints didn't dare to be rude.

The Kong family was furious, and the demise of the Demi-Saint family was also instantaneous.

"Thank you, Miss Ruo'er!" Zhuang Yichen thanked him, but Kong Ruo'er ignored him. With her talent, at this time, she can't think of a poem that can win Ximen Wuwu, why is this Zhuang Yichen so confident as a martial artist?

"Everyone, you colorful heads are destined to belong to me today!" Zhuang Yichen laughed, and then said: "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan." Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, the day of the wings. ”

"Oh no!" When the first sentence came out, Ximen Wuwu secretly screamed that it was not good, and the delicate body of the Empress of Wei trembled, and a layer of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes, and she fell into memories.

Even an octogenarian like Lu Haozhi had a look of confusion in his eyes, obviously touched by his feelings.

As for the rest of the celebrities, they were even more unbearable, and they all remembered that they had a crush on the person they loved, and even more emotional, and shed tears on the spot!

"Wow!" was like a churning tide, and as soon as the first sentence was written, it broke two feet directly and ran towards three feet.

"Single sentence to the house!" several writers said in unison, extremely surprised. This is the Mulan Ci of Nalan Character in the Qing Dynasty, the sincerity is deep in the bone marrow, and the gorgeousness and spirituality of the words and sentences are unparalleled.

On the earth, it can be said to be the pinnacle of love writing throughout the ages, and it immediately infected many people present.

Even the head of the Ximen family, who was in the most peaceful mood, almost lost his defense, and his qi shook in his body, and he woke up and screamed in his heart.

"Bang!" After the second sentence of the autumn wind painting sad fan was written, the talent immediately broke three feet, and it still rose at a very fast speed.

"It's three feet and one, and I only finished writing two sentences!" exclaimed continuously, and Kong Ruoer continued to write without being affected at all.

The speed of the upward surge of talent in the back slowed down, but in the fifth sentence, there was a loud bang, breaking through four feet.

Ximen Wuwu raised his eyebrows, he actually lost like this, and he still had three sentences left to finish.

Kong Ruoer dropped the last stroke, and her qi was fixed at four feet and six inches, which is a very amazing fact.

There was silence all around, and everyone looked at Zhuang Yichen as if they were looking at monsters. People with a poor heart still remain in the artistic conception of the poem at this time and do not come out.

Lu Hao coughed lightly and planned to speak, not wanting to change again at this time. I saw that those talents who were supposed to disperse rumbled and evolved into a moving scene.

A man and a woman are childhood sweethearts, and the two have no guesses. The two made a marriage contract, and many years later the demon clan invaded, and the man went to the Tianlong Mountain Range to die in battle, and the woman kept the festival for life after receiving the news. The touching scenes are scene after scene, and even the most hard-hearted people will be moved by their hearts at this time.

Especially when the woman was dying, she shouted her lover's name with joy on her face, and her expression did not change at all as when she was young.

"Poetry calls the spirit!Auntie, is your obsession so deep?" The head of the Simon family, who had always been calm, finally burst into tears at this time and said sadly.

"What? This poem actually summons the spirit? In addition to the war poem, the poem that writes love can evoke the spirit, and it must be passed on to the world!"

"It won't be long before this poem will spread all over the world, and I think it may have the potential to be a saint!" several scribes said in a gaffe.

"Auntie, is it ......" Ximen Wuwu heard his father's words, and he couldn't help but change color.

In the first two generations of the Ximen family, there was a legendary woman, although she never married, but she made great contributions to the Wei State and the family. She is also the only female martial artist in the history of the Simon family.

And Simon's worry-free father was able to succeed the head of the family, and this legendary aunt and grandmother made a great effort.

"Lu Hao, this should be regarded as my win, right?" Zhuang Yichen said directly at this time.