In the Piaoxiang Building, many people stretched their necks, their eyes were round, and it was just right to describe them as dumbfounded. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

This is a wonderful battle poem, and I feel that I can barely support it with my talent!" said one of them excitedly.

The faces of the rest of the people changed, and they all realized the power contained in this Liangzhou poem, and their faces suddenly showed joy.

Before the national exam, people will choose a period of time to go around to practice, and many people will even go to the Tianlong Mountain Range to participate in the battle with the demons.

This is of great benefit to sharpening one's mind and tempering one's combat methods, and of course the danger is not small.

And if you can comprehend one more battle poem, especially the battle poem at the Aozhou level, it is simply the supreme magic weapon to save your life for lifting people.

This Liangzhou poem, as soon as the last two sentences changed, it immediately surged and produced great changes. Fang Luo continued to write ordinary hedonistic poems, but Zhuang Yichen's original works were death poems.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times! This is simply the rhythm of a death battle, and it is a laugh at death, and it is arrogant.

This kind of poem, called war poetry, has the least increase in power of more than fifty percent, which is extremely amazing.

However, if you learn this poem, it is equivalent to worshipping Zhuang Yichen as a half-teacher. It is unprecedented for a person to worship Wutong as a teacher who has passed the state examination.

Therefore, many people are hesitant and don't know how to choose. It won't be long before tonight's events spread all over the world, and if you use them, you might be laughed at on the spot.

"There are a lot of talents in the Northern Capital Prefecture, and I am convinced!, but Brother Su, I am already determined to win the first place in the state exam!" Zhu Zidan exhaled at this time, and Zhengse said.

No matter how strong Zhuang Yichen shocked him, he was not his opponent. Even the people who can't condense in the Wen Palace, even if a hundred and thousands of Aozhou poems come out, it doesn't mean anything.

"So do I!" Su Li smiled, and quickly left. Because after Zhuang Yichen left, Cheng Dieyi didn't say anything again, which means that tonight is over.

"Didn't you say he was a loser?" Cheng Dieyi and Leng Rushuang had already returned to their temporary boudoir, removing the veil and revealing a beautiful face.

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. He is obviously a loser, how can he make such heroic poems?" Leng Rushuang looked a little stunned at this time, very cute.

The first two sentences were written by Fang Luo, and the last two sentences were written by Su Li. And this is inseparable from Zhuang Yichen, which is enough to prove that he is really the original author of this poem.

"Maybe he should have been hiding his ability all along, because of some specific reason?" Cheng Dieyi said guessingly.

Leng Rushuang suddenly shook his delicate body, and guessed whether Zhuang Yichen would start to become a martial artist because he was taught a lesson by Yi Feiyang.

"Could it be that this is why he can't practice the Dao of Literature? If that's the case, then wouldn't I have killed a genius of the Dao?" Leng Rushuang couldn't help but tremble when he thought of this.

"Rushuang, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Dieyi asked with some worry when she saw that her face was getting paler and paler.

"Sister Cheng, I seem to have done something wrong!" Leng Rushuang regretted.

"If that's the case, it's actually not your fault, maybe it's his fate!" Cheng Dieyi also secretly screamed in her heart that it was a pity, but if she was harsh at this time, it would only make Leng Rushuang's mood fall to a low point.

Zhuang Yichen was able to refuse to be her close friend, which made her a little impressed. However, there is also a little dissatisfaction in Fang's heart, is my Cheng Dieyi so unattractive, and even a martial arts boy is not moved?

"Master Zhuang, this time you really raised your eyebrows for us!" On the way back, several martial arts boys were extremely excited.

In their hearts, the scribes are all high, and even the scholars don't look at them on weekdays.

But at night, those Wen Xiucai and even Wen Ju looked at Master Zhuang with shocked and admired eyes, and they couldn't see the feeling of being high anymore.

It's like eating watermelon chilled in cold water on a hot day.

"We martial arts people, only constantly increasing our own strength is the foundation! The rest of the irrelevant, whether it is ruined or reputational, is all fleeting. Zhuang Yichen said without looking back.

Several people savored it, and suddenly felt that what Zhuang Yichen said was extremely right. He humbly accepted the teaching, and woke up secretly.

Compared with Wendao, the practice of martial arts is more difficult and hard, especially in the current situation where the stars of martial arts are dim.

However, once the martial arts are cultivated, the combat power exerted will not be inferior to those in the literary path.

"Thank you Master Zhuang for your teachings!" the five of them saluted happily and sincerely, and they also felt incredible in their hearts.

By this time they had come to an alley, through which they would soon reach the inn.

Since it was night, it was so quiet that not even a single person passed.