Bai Luoxue said with a smile: "Today, there is a gentleman who is as gentle as jade, and his words and deeds engrave my heart." The dragon chapter and phoenix are bright and gorgeous, and the white-clothed sword is at least old. There is no such person in the world, and it is suspected that there is an immortal in the sky and the moon. Left behind in the world to bless, we wait for the ordinary to open their faces. ”

"Buzz"

There was an uproar.

If someone else had written a poem, the crowd might not have reacted so much.

But Bai Luoxue is different, she is one of the three most popular female monks in dozens of Dao Prefectures!

High above, out of reach, it is the noble existence of the stars and the moon.

is even recognized as an iceberg beauty, and even the future saint Luo Xulie can't make her laugh.

Countless male friars have revered it as a pearl in their hearts.

Now, what is it about her to make such a poem?

At this moment, many young junjie only felt empty in their hearts.

Is your own goddess going to fall again?

Such a straightforward poem, such an exaggerated sycophant, this is the rhythm to be upside down!

Everyone looked at each other, all of them were sad and depressed, and they looked at Su Ping again, their eyes filled with monstrous anger!

Of their three peerless wives, two have already been taken down by Su Ping!

How can this be endured!

However, they can't bear it, they can't beat it after all.......

"This poem is too shameless, isn't it?!"

Naturally, there were many female Tianjiao present, although the number was not large, they were all indignant at the moment!

There was a little jealousy on his face, and many cursed and cursed in his heart.

However, in the end, he did not follow the trend, and learned to write poems to Su Ping like Bai Luoxue to express his heart.

The path they took was different from Bai Luoxue, and they also had a heart to become an emperor in their hearts, although they had now been broken by Su Ping.

However, there is still a little obsession in my heart, and my arrogance still exists.

For Su Ping, at most, he only stays at the level of appreciation.

Once you find that your love thread has a tendency to exceed the bottom line, you will run a meditation condensation technique and cut it off without the slightest excess.

I don't want to do things like white snow, there is no lower limit.

Hearing this poem, Su Ping's eyes lit up.

Whether this poem is good or not, he can't taste it......

But Bai Luoxue praised it so bluntly, which made him very useful.

However, after all, it is a bit vulgar.

"What does Childe think?"

Bai Luoxue looked at Su Ping with burning eyes, her eyes full of anticipation.

Su Ping knocked on the table and shook his head, but he was tasteless: "It's not good." ”

"Not good?!"

Bai Luoxue was very surprised, his face was even more abrupt, his expression was disappointed, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water, and his heart was even more unwilling.

In her opinion, the poem is already excellent!

In order to make this poem, she deliberately changed her clothes and painted a rather delicate makeup, and worked it.

I hope to be able to please Su Ping with this, and it would be better if I could directly convince Su Ping.

Unexpectedly, after listening to this, Su Ping just shook his head and replied that it was not good?

There was no wave in his expression.

Do you want to be so perfunctory?

Such a gap made Bai Luoxue, the beauty of the fallen city, very frustrated.

Everyone present was even more stunned, eager to step forward and tear Su Ping's mouth for their goddess.

Such a great poem, or the iceberg beauty Bai Luoxue, written in person, full of praise, you only commented on a sentence?

I really don't know how blessed I am!

If you don't understand poetry, just say it, get up, let me wait to comment!

This poem is only superficial, without the slightest meaning, and without any spirit. ”

Su Ping glanced at everyone, shook his head, and said indifferently.

"This poem is vulgar, and it is not worthy of this holy son. ”

As soon as this statement came out.

The scene fell silent.

Dead!

The audience was dumbfounded, and Zhongtian Junjie wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Because, what Su Ping said is indeed reasonable.

They are powerless to refute.

This poem, which is only made between seven breaths, is indeed only superficial, without the slightest meaning and spirit.

And Su Ping himself is so extraordinary, as if he is a god, whether it is his posture, bearing, or appearance, he is impeccable.

This poem is indeed vulgar.

is indeed not worthy of Su Ping.

However, isn't it a little inappropriate for you to say it yourself?

Seeing everyone's reaction, Su Ping was also a pity.

I knew that I would take Li Rudao with me when I went out this time!

Mistaken!

This regrettable emotion was fleeting, and Su Ping said impatiently:

"This poem is not good, it does not please the Holy Son, are you going to hand over all your belongings, or are you going to die here?"

When Luo Xulie called Bai Luoxue's name before he died, Su Ping had already roughly guessed why Luo Xulie, a fellow, would be thankless and go thousands of miles to Mingyue City to trouble him.

I don't have much affection for Bai Luoxue, but it's just that I don't have a good feeling.

After all, everyone present was going to kill him, or the people who watched him be killed, were completely the same thing, and Bai Luoxue was not too special.

If you are willing to cooperate and hand over all your belongings, you can leave, and if you are not willing to cooperate, you will only be dead.

Bai Luoxue's face changed and changed, and finally sighed and gave up the idea of asking to become Su Ping's follower.

For she knew that if she opened her mouth today, she would only bring shame upon herself.

Chu Chu said pitifully: "This is all the property of the slave family." ”

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and reluctantly sent a bunch of space rings to Su Ping.

"This is all the possessions of the slave protectors. ”

Bai Luoxue once again pushed out a bunch of spatial rings from his arms.

She still has some reason left, and she didn't completely pin her hopes on chanting poetry and then being appreciated by Su Ping beforehand, so she asked for her own protector's property early, so as not to let her own protector be embarrassed.

"Slow down and don't send it. ”

Su Ping received all the spatial rings and waved his hand with a smile.

Bai Luoxue is worthy of being one of the three beauties, and there is even a sage magic weapon, and there are several 10,000-year-level treasure medicines, and the medicinal power is close to ordinary holy medicines.

It's all comparable to Luo Xulie.

"Thank you, childe. ”

Bai Luoxue barely smiled and nodded.

Then he slowly left the Moon Viewing Tower, but the moment he stepped out of the Moon Viewing Tower, an irrepressible haze flashed in his eyes, and a monstrous hatred surfaced.

Gu Shan's brows furrowed slightly, and he just wanted to open his mouth to remind Su Ping, but Su Ping shook his head to stop him.

Su Ping naturally noticed the change in Bai Luoxue's expression.

However, it was not taken to heart.

It's just an ant, what kind of storm can it set off?

As soon as this incident came out, there were more people who hated him, should they be killed one by one?

The storm caused by Bai Luoxue's poems quickly subsided.

During this period, there were other people who followed the trend and wrote poems, but they were even more unbearable, and they were passed by Su Ping with a black face one by one.

This also made Su Ping extremely worried about the poetry culture of this world.

I can't even make a sycophant poem that can make do, so I dare to come to the poetry meeting?

Heh, a bunch of garbage.

It wasn't until the last Junjie handed over the money for his life that Su Ping straightened his robe, got up very satisfied, and slowly walked out of the Moon Viewing Tower.

With a hill made of space rings, he was not in a bad mood.

Lao Jiao and Yuexi, who were harvesting leeks everywhere in the sky, said:

"This Holy Son has limited patience, give you three more breaths, and after three breaths, slaughter the city!"

As soon as these words came out, the people of the entire Bright Moon City were shocked.

Lao Jiao excitedly raised his head to the sky and roared, the ferocity was fully displayed, the monstrous coercion was aggravated, and all the monks whose aura was incompatible with Bright Moon City was suppressed.

Many young men who were still watching suddenly lost their minds and rushed to hand over the money to buy their lives.

The unlucky city lord of Mingyue City burst into tears directly, "There is no unwarranted disaster!

Most of the junjies who had handed over all their belongings, after leaving Mingyue City, rushed to the nearby city, and news about this place spread one after another.

A huge storm was formed, which gradually swept through the entire Three Thousand Dao Prefecture.

The world is about to boil.