Xiao Ming didn't know if he had used too many abdication tricks before or what, but the original good poem was actually played by him again.

And when Xiao Yan's water tune song head came out, there was a bleak meaning out of thin air, and it was still full of an indomitable sharpness.

I saw the two of them approaching for a moment.

Bang~Bang~

The two ancient texts collided, not as loud as the previous mathematical collision, just a little bit like the sound of bubbles colliding. In fact, there is a big difference between language attack and mathematical attack, and the language competition is about artistic conception and charm, not physical attack effect, so the momentum is not as violent as before.

However, the fact that the momentum is not violent, does not mean that language is not as powerful as mathematics.

When countless poems collided, you can see that there are invisible cyclones of various colors around the two people, and when these cyclones spread out one by one and hit the fence of the hard wind and rain bridge, they quietly printed small holes, these small potholes prove that although the contest between the two is silent, the power contained in it is amazing.

The fence of the wind and rain bridge has just passed through Xiao Yan's great force impact, but it only produced a little crack, but when it comes into contact with these cyclones, small potholes appear, proving that the power contained in these cyclones is not something that others can imagine.

It was a low-key, but extremely dangerous encounter.

Xiao Ming and Xiao Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva without feeling it in their throats, looked at the small hole in the fence, looked at each other, and saw each other's surprise in each other's eyes.

But only for a second.

"The sky is clear, the wind is harmonious!" Xiao Ming flicked the brush in his hand, and attacked Xiao Yan again.

"It's cold in high places!" Xiao Yan also brushed his brush, and another sentence of the water tune song also greeted Xiao Ming's Lanting collection preface again.

Bang bang~

There were two more soft sounds, and when the two ancient poems collided, there were also small cyclones again.

Xiao Ming and Xiao Yan did not separate at once in this collision, as the two completely changed their mentality, in the flying brush in the hands of the two, the poems around them were like bullets with eyes, crashing towards each other's ancient poems.

There are no words between the two, and the battle of ancient Chinese is not a matter of shouting, but requires a stable state of mind, and only a stable state of mind can make the ancient Chinese they play full of artistic conception and charm.

Bang~

Laugh at~

Sentence after sentence, the words of the more and more condensed water-tune song and the ancient Chinese of the Lanting Collection collided in the air, sometimes making a soft bang, sometimes making a sound like a balloon leaking. The sound is very noisy, and if you listen closely, it is even like the sound of fish exhaling or jumping and playing in the water under the river.

Their hand-to-hand suddenly became slow, gentle, and even slow, you could see the brush in their hands touch lightly, and then gently take it away.

The movements of the two were also clearly seen by others at once. However, although they could see it clearly, looking at the various messy cyclones and poems flying around the two of them, others could only swallow their saliva, so nervous that they didn't even dare to breathe.

Xiaoyao and his sister were afraid that if they didn't pay attention, a soft sound would alarm the poems that flew above the heads of the two of them, and the poems that were silently competing on their waists would accidentally make the two of them miss.

Masters!

Brother Xiaoyao felt that his hands were a little itchy.

Compared with the nervousness of others, the expressions of Xiao Ming and Xiao Yan, who played two poems in the middle of the bridge, were much more indifferent. The two of them were fighting, and even one of them involuntarily closed his eyes, his hand moved with the brush, and he naturally typed out a sentence of ancient poetry, and they were silent in their own artistic conception, and whoever was more silent, who was likely to win in this silent but dangerous situation.

This contest is even more dangerous than the previous mathematical contest, because once it causes the backlash of the linguistic conception, it is equivalent to the backlash of the spirit, which is equivalent to the backlash of the body, and the damage is much heavier than the damage of mathematics.

Neither of the two dared to take it lightly.

......

"Tsk, Ruolan, you have a good eye, the two you are looking for are extremely top among students of the same level in mathematics and language. ”

The aunt on the tower watched Xiao Ming and Xiao Yan's language contest and was quite accomplished, thinking that the two of them were so knowledgeable in mathematics before, and this language and mathematics had reached a certain level, and she hadn't even seen many of this kind of students. Now both of them like their nieces, which makes my aunt can't help but look at Ruolan with a strange light in her eyes.

Ruolan was looked at by her aunt's shining eyes but was not in any mood, and she replied without looking back: "Well, aunt, yes...... Ah, Brother Xiao Ming, be careful!"

Ruolan always cared about Xiao Ming's brother, but she didn't listen carefully to what her aunt sighed.

When my aunt looked at Ruolan like this, she could only shake her head and sigh.

......

In the middle of the bridge, Xiao Ming and Xiao Yan's movements became slower and slower, and finally, when their movements were extremely slow, they almost typed the last sentence of their respective poems at the same time.

The two sentences "Thousands of miles together" and "I will also feel Sven" met together as always, but they stirred up dozens of small cyclones.

"Damn it!"

The two of them looked at the ancient text they used and still couldn't help each other, and they scolded each other with one heart, and then almost tacitly understood at the same time with the brush in their hands.

"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship!"

"Fengqiao Night Park, Hanshan Temple!"

When Xiao Ming's brush sketched, a Fengqiao night park suddenly came out, and he was immediately integrated into the artistic conception of the Lanting prologue just now, followed by it, and continued.

"Fengqiao night parking? carving insect skills, look at my poem "Quatrain""

"Two yellow orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets in the sky!" Xiao Yan snorted coldly, and the same quatrain ancient poem greeted Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming's Fengqiao Night Park is a lonely and silent night, but as soon as his quatrain came out, the artistic conception of the blue sky and the white day came out, and it immediately defeated the lonely artistic conception of Xiao Ming's Fengqiao Night Park.

Xiao Ming involuntarily took a step back, but the next moment Xiao Ming brushed his brush: "Go to your two yellow orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the blue sky, look at my "Jiang Xue", thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear!

Xiao Yan's face turned pale and he also took a step back: "The birds are gone, the people are gone, you are so ruthless." I'm just going to be angry!"

"Bai Xue Ge sends the military judge back to Beijing!" Xiao Yan shouted, and waved his brush: "Suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom!"

"The garden is full of spring, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ”

"When the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes!"

Xiao Yan waved the brush in a row, only to see his brush in the night breeze in the fluorescent painting, Xiao Ming just the bird flew away, the ancient poetic conception of the disappeared, all of a sudden was broken by countless pear blossoms, red apricots, mountain flowers and other plants, Xiao Ming's brush, even because of the dodge, suddenly appeared a pear blossom.

On the hair on the back of his head, a red apricot suddenly appeared.

Red apricots bloom, pear blossoms bloom.

Xiao Ming immediately felt the weight of his brush, and the weight on his head, and an artistic conception stuck to him like a swamp, making him feel that it would take great strength for him to move even a minute. His heart couldn't help but sink, but the next moment he bit his tongue violently.

"Let me go, let it all go!"

"The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river!"

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the success or failure of right and wrong is empty!"

Xiao Mingqiang carried the power in his body, and suddenly twitched the brush, and the pear blossoms on the brush were blown away at once, and then with the momentum of Xiao Ming's desert, the momentum of the flood and the Yangtze River came out, and everything just now turned into an empty place with the passing water of the east.

"Yangtze River, Yangtze River, then I will ...... the Yellow River" I saw Xiao Ming facing Xiao Ming's artistic conception that all this was empty and had to retreat quickly, but in the retreat, his brush was also a stroke: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it flows to the sea and does not return!"

"The wind is roaring, the horses are barking, the Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring!"

"Roar, Yellow River!"

......

Xiao Ming and Xiao Yan wrote ancient poems, and the two of them suddenly became like ancient poetry dictionaries, one after another ancient poems came out, this artistic conception broke that artistic conception, and then that artistic conception was forced by this artistic conception. The two of them fought here, and they had completely left everyone else behind, just looking at each other's ancient poems, and taking out all kinds of ancient poems to greet each other.

The two entered the magical state of the previous mathematics competition, only each other in their eyes, and only the ancient poems they usually thought of and saw in their hearts.

They are again competing to see whose language accumulation is deeper.

Seeing that although the battle between the two was silent, it had entered the climax of the battle again, and the eyes of the aunt on the tower bloomed with a strange light again. This Xiao Yan, this Xiao Ming, how can the two of them ...... My aunt looked at some ancient poems that Xiao Ming and Xiao Yan had inadvertently used, and even with her cultivation, he might not have seen them, but now they were typed out by Xiao Ming and Xiao Yan, two inconspicuous elementary school students, and she was both surprised and surprised.

Similarly, it was not only her aunt who was surprised, Ruolan looked at Brother Xiao Ming and Xiao Yan exploding with all their strength again, and even forgot to cheer for Brother Xiao Ming.

The two of them in the battle don't care what their aunt thinks or what Ruolan thinks.

Xiao Ming just tried his best to search for the ancient poems and phrases that had appeared in his head to resist Xiao Yan's attack. Fortunately, he was asked by Chen Lao to recite a lot of ancient poems before, although he didn't understand some ancient poems, but Chen Lao also asked him to read them, which also made him a little impressed. Now in this state of battle, Xiao Ming's head is clearly visible, and he can even search for ancient poems that have a little impression, and then use them almost without thinking. Otherwise, without the impression of watching it once, he would have been defeated by Xiao Yan in language now.

Only after fighting Xiao Yan did he know how terrifying Xiao Yan was.

Only after comparing with Xiao Yan did Xiao Ming know how deep Xiao Yan's language accumulation was, no matter how he published ancient poems, Xiao Yan's mind could instantly search for ancient poems with opposite artistic conceptions to break his artistic conception.

Xiao Yan's accumulation of ancient poems is much deeper than his!

Xiao Ming felt that he was going to lose, but he couldn't be defeated, under the strong suppression of Xiao Yan, he had to work hard to publish the ancient poems that he had even published before, and even the ancient poems that Xiao Yan used, he didn't care whether he could use them or not, and immediately counterattacked back.

In such a state, Xiao Ming didn't notice at all that the group of language pills in his dantian had already grown silently, and even a little golden appeared faintly.

And Xiao Yan, from being surprised by the depth of Xiao Ming's ancient poetry accumulation at the beginning, to gradually being able to draw out any ancient poem to fight Xiao Ming at will, he also suddenly found that the golden color on the language in his dantian spread little by little.

The language inner pill was originally silvery-white, if gold appeared, it was a sign that he was going to break through the sixth grade, and if the gold all spread to the entire inner pill, it would prove that the language inner pill had become a golden pill, and Xiao Yan would become a strong man in the sixth grade.