The contestants present who had already taken away the test papers were so nervous that they couldn't tell which one was their own.

The rest of the contestants who damaged the straw paper, unfortunately, they have come to the end of the Red Court meeting, and can only continue to watch the rest of the game as spectators, one by one like frosted eggplants, dejected.

It was a good phalanx, but now it has become uneven, leaving a lot of empty positions there.

"Well, it's okay." Meng Lianpeng looked at the stack of test papers that she forcibly collected, and nodded slightly, this thickness and height are quite satisfied.

You must know that last year's Red Pavilion meeting, although the scene was still as magnificent as today, but the test papers collected were really only half of today's, and the quality was too inferior, so that he, the pavilion master, was a headache.

"Come down, it's time to read the papers." Throwing his head up, he shouted at the clouds that slowly drifted past the sky.

The audience in the audience heard the yellow bird-like voice of the pavilion master, and they were all intoxicated, as if they would float up at any time.

I saw that one of the largest clouds was directly pierced, and it looked like a balloon that was blown up and punctured by a needle, and a small cloud came forward, and there was a person standing on it, and he flew over the cloud under his feet quickly, and the big cloud that was pierced was unfortunately torn apart.

A large lump of marshmallows looks beautiful, but if someone tears them by hand, they look as tattered as rags.

The person who controls the clouds is the son of the city lord and the special guest of the Red Pavilion Society, Yang Xinyun.

"He thinks he is the Monkey King, and he is rolling here on somersault clouds." Chen Le sneered, and saw Yang Xinyun who was handsome in the air, it was ridiculous, who was Sun Wukong, that was the Monkey King Monkey King in Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave, who is this, a dog.

Everyone's eyes were once again attracted by Yang Xinyun, and seeing him turning his head in the air, some people couldn't help but be attracted by his handsomeness.

"Xinyun, Xinyun, we love you, just like a mouse loves rice~" There was a row of fairies wearing cloud-patterned long skirts, so they were neatly shouting for Yang Xinyun.

And those young men looked at Yang Xinyun with jealousy, eager to peel off his outer skin and wear it on themselves, if this is the case, it can also attract so many fans.

"Maybe that's what people call brainless powder." Chen Le sighed and looked at the fairies who cheered for Yang Xinyun with a little sympathy, good fairies don't do it, they have to be little fans here, or brainless fans, they are hundreds of years old, and they are not shy.

I don't know that in the face of true love, the gap of all ages is all ripping, who said that immortals can't find true love, and they are also pulling here.

Yang Xinyun did another backflip, landed next to Meng Lianpeng, turned around handsomely, and put an electric power to the brainless fans, which couldn't help but make the screams of those fans expand by a few decibels.

"Ahhh

Yang Xinyun smiled awkwardly, waved his hand at his fan group, and showed his smile to them, which can be regarded as a spiritual benefit.

Meng Lianpeng was not optimistic about these fairies at all, and squinted at Yang Xinyun to give him a dark room, and the cold light in his eyes made Yang Xinyun who was standing beside him feel cold, and after shivering, he stared at Meng Lianpeng, and showed a harmless innocent expression.

He shrugged his shoulders, as if to tell Meng Lianpeng that he had nothing to do with me at this time.

The stack of papyrus in his hand weighed it, reminding Yang Xinyun that your duties and obligations this time are not here to hook up with fairies.

Only then did he realize that he swallowed a mouthful of saliva vigorously, remembering that he had not yet done anything serious.

At this moment, it's time for the two of them to make the final decision to take over the Wendou competition, and the mixed pupils are illiterate, otherwise, they will definitely get all the mixed pupils done.

"Don't forget the business you came to the Red Pavilion Society, or be careful that I will go to your Lao Tzu to expose you." Meng Lianpeng passed the words in her heart to Yang Xinyun, who was receiving the straw paper at the moment, through the mixed pupil in her hand, and at the same time, accompanied by a cold light, she gave it to him.

Hearing Meng Lianpeng say this, he was almost so frightened that he dropped all the straw paper on the ground, but fortunately he reacted quickly, and his other hand hurriedly covered the stack of papyrus and clamped it hard.

Gritting his teeth, he grinned slightly, "Count you ruthless." His eyes glanced at Meng Lianpeng, who was captivating the country and the city, and said cruel words in his heart, if he heard it, maybe he would give him some moths.

It is said that the most poisonous woman's heart is not false at all, and where does the femme fatale come from, it is all deduced from the history of China for thousands of years.

The players present at the moment didn't care at all about their uninteresting action just now, they were more concerned about who could advance to the final martial arts fight, and when they could see Meng Lianpeng's beautiful dance again.

There is no shortage of powerful men who have come to this point by relying on the wisdom of their own think tanks, and they are ready to show off their martial arts skills in their own positions, otherwise they have a strong body and no place to show it, so they are annoyed.

"Up." The thumb, index finger, middle finger, and three fingers of the left hand are superimposed parallel to each other, and the other two fingers are bent close to the palm, and they point to the stack of papyrus with great force, which is a standard Taoist gesture at a glance.

The straw paper flew out from the palm of his right hand at once, flying in the air like a dancing elf, and finally all of them were arranged in an orderly rectangle, presented in front of Yang Xinyun.

The other, that is, the pavilion master, stomped the pupils in his hand suddenly, and his eyes glared at the straw paper in his hand, all of which were presented in front of him in a rectangle like after Yang Xinyun cast the spell.

"This should be immortal art." Chen Le had already stood up and looked at the two of them at this moment, looking at the two of them incredibly, as if they were doing a trick, putting that stack of papyrus, a gesture, a gesture, a movement, could make them stand in front of them in a decent way.

He is in the video game city every day, living in a simple place, and he can go out to communicate with the outside world after eating, and he has never seen much fairy magic or something in his store.

"It seems that I will have to come out to see this kind of big scene in the future." I had only read about these paranormal phenomena on TV or in science fiction novels, but what I saw with my own eyes today is still a little touching.

Above the heavenly court, all things that cannot be understood by unnatural phenomena can only be defined by immortal arts, and only these immortals can make an exception to do things that go against the sky.

Otherwise, Newton would have been smashed on the head by the apple in vain, and Galileo would have thrown a ball on the leaning tower for experiments, looking at those people flying around in the sky every day, my gravity? Why is it gone on this?

Now it's finally time to be corrected by the two invigilators, and all the contestants' hearts are hanging there like their test papers, and there is a kind of self that has been stripped clean and standing naked in front of them.

I can't see what they are making changes, I can only see them shaking their heads sometimes and sometimes nodding, Yang Xinyun's expression is a little richer, and he can see the obvious twitching of his facial muscles, and that Meng Lianpeng seems to be a robot there except for shaking his head and nodding.

Even so, after all, none of the poems entered the eyes of the two of them, and they were hastily brought through.

"Hahaha, this one is so interesting." Yang Xinyun pointed to one of the pieces of straw paper and smiled, and made a gesture of 'come' with his hand, and the piece of straw paper with verses really flew directly into his hand.

"Look, it's so cute, this guy wrote it." Yang Xinyun said to Meng Lianpeng with a smile, only to see that she was still busy with her own affairs there, no matter what he said, just like an emotionless robot, he only knew how to do his own thing loyally and dutifully, and all other external factors could not interfere with him.

"It's... Just listen to it. She had no choice but to finish the one-man show here, and whispered in Meng Lianpeng's ear, for fear of being heard by the audience below, but she still didn't care, which also made Yang Xinyun lose face, so she had to read it out and read it to her.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight." The sound was also amplified a little, as if it was deliberately heard by the crowd and the players, but the sound of anticipation came later than expected.

One of them waved his hand excitedly and shouted before everyone could recover from his strength, "This is what I wrote, this is the poem I wrote." It sounded so happy, but he didn't know that the poem he wrote made Yang Xinyun's abdominal muscles hurt with a smile.

Yang Xinyun was already laughing and twitching on the ground at this moment, and he didn't bother to continue reading the test papers in his hand, and he covered his stomach with both hands alone, hoping that it would relieve the pain.

In his heart, he was also cute by this lovely person, didn't he know that what he wrote was a poem, and it was not bad to slip away.

Meng Lianpeng looked at him like a monkey, feeling that this person was so unproductive, and couldn't help but think of the Red Pavilion meeting last year, the year when he and the old city lord worked together.

It's also like this bear, it's really 'there is a father, there must be a son', and the action of laughing is carved out of a mold.