And those fairies who came to watch the battle, everyone seemed to show a disgusted expression and stared at those young immortals.

Seeing that their eyes were all frivolous and contemptuous, and even those who had successfully held hands here stared intently at Meng Lianpeng, which shows how strong Meng Lianpeng's temptation is.

"Red faces are all trouble." Zhao Zilong also looked at everything that happened on the stage and said it very calmly.

Chen Le also felt the same way, nodded slightly, and sat here looking at Yang Ying indifferently.

After the little chaos finished his own business, he ran to Meng Lianpeng's side again, and sprinkled at Meng Lianpeng like a little milk dog, and then turned into a black light and returned to his residence, mixing pupils.

No one present urged Meng Lianpeng to hurry up to the next item, and they were all waiting here for the moment when she opened her mouth.

"Wendou, about to start, please invite special guests to announce the title." Meng Lianpeng put away the mixed pupils in her hand, jumped up, flew into the air and danced, and the red silk on her body also danced, so beautiful.

Everyone present was attracted by this dance, even Chen Le was inevitable, what kind of special guest, compared with the pavilion master's dance, it was nothing at all.

I saw a white cloud on the top of the pavilion, and it flew down from the air again and returned to the venue, and this time, it was not as hot as when he first entered before, and the enthusiasm of the audience was suppressed by Meng Lianpeng's dancing.

Still facing the crowd and the contestants present in a human attitude, after the inspection, he smiled heartily, but there was still a little jealousy in his heart.

There is no need to say anything at this moment, it seems that this Yang Xinyun is the special guest mentioned by Meng Lianpeng before.

"It's an honor to be able to issue the title for the once-in-a-century Red Court meeting, and I hope that all the remaining players will achieve good results." politely said an opening sentence here, and looked at the rest of the players politely, and finally fell on Yang Ying and smiled faintly.

"This time, the topic is, clouds." As he spoke, he pointed to the white clouds under his feet, and with a malicious smile on his face, he informed everyone in the Red Pavilion below.

"Clouds?" After all the remaining contestants heard this question, they all had a puzzled expression on the second monk, you look at me, I look at yours, as if they have answers written on each other's faces, and they look at each other.

"Oh, that's interesting." The fat man sneered with his mouth slanted, and it seemed that he had already thought of a countermeasure.

Yang Ying took the fan back in his hand and fanned the wind to cool down his brain, "Clouds? I saw white clouds in the air, one two, three or four. "The thought is accompanied by the frequency of dancing the fan, and it comes as it is said.

At the same time, he nodded with satisfaction, and looked at the cloud under Yang Xinyun's feet confidently, not knowing that he was already looking at the person on the cloud at this moment.

Chen Le had already stood up at this moment, and after hearing the question, he began to pace in the hallway thinking about the answer, Zilong still stayed behind Chen Le for a moment, guarding Chen Le's safety and his flash of thought.

After looking at each other's bewildered faces, they all looked up at the cloud at Yang Xinyun's feet in the same way, as if they wanted to see through this cloud, so that they could know how to write poems about clouds.

But the reality is always cruel, and above the clouds, there is no answer at all, not even a word.

Others didn't care at all what the topic was, all their attention was on the pavilion master, watching her jump from a cloud to a cloud, her steps were graceful, and her grace was also unobstructed.

After glancing at Yang Ying affectionately again, Yang Xinyun rode the clouds back to the top of the pavilion and looked at everything that was going to happen next.

Meng Lianpeng's dancing also came to an end with Yang Xinyun's departure, and she returned to the top of the venue to continue hosting.

"For the rest of the time, please rest in your own pavilion first, and then ask you to sell the poems you have written one by one after an hour, and I will make the final decision." After speaking, he flew directly back to the top of the Red Mansion Pavilion.

Qu Bing, who was peeking at the Zhu Gate on the top of the pavilion, felt a strong wind blowing, and a figure dressed in red like her almost hit her.

Qu Bing looked carefully but realized that it was the pavilion master, and hurriedly stood beside Zhumen and said respectfully: "Pavilion master." ”

"Look carefully." Meng Lianpeng stared ahead and said this, and didn't turn his head to look at Qu Bing.

"Qu Bing has taken a closer look."

"Is there anyone you like?" Meng Lianpeng, who was sitting in her position, was leisurely with one hand on her cheeks.

Qu Bing's face turned red instantly, and he replied in a very embarrassed whisper, "Yes." ”

Meng Lianpeng looked at her with a smile on her face, her eyes were full of pity, and she didn't ask anything more, the two of them just waited quietly for the passage of time.

The rest of the contestants also rushed back to their own kiosks at this moment, and those who had partners and some discussed, and those who went alone could only rely on themselves.

"Chen Le, Chen Le, listen to the poem I just made." Yang Ying hurriedly ran up to the attic and called out to Chen Le. "I saw white clouds in the sky, one piece, two pieces, three or four."

"How's that, isn't it great, it's very meaningful." Alone there and complacent, if there was a tail, I am afraid that it would have been warped to the sky.

After listening to what he said, Chen Le smiled reluctantly and shook his head.

Yang Ying, who was still excited before, also closed the fan in his hand at once, "Isn't it very good." He pursed his lips and said embarrassedly.

"If you hand this in, you and Qu Bing may only see each other in the next life." Chen Le said bluntly, without showing any mercy to Yang Ying.

"Then Chen Le, hurry up and help me." Yang Ying eagerly begged Chen Le for help, and held Chen Le's arm with both hands, waiting for his reply here.

"I said I want to help you, and I will definitely help you." Chen Le pushed Yang Ying's hand back, and Yang Ying was relieved after hearing his agreed-with reply.

"But it takes a little time to think about it, an hour is enough." said with a smile, and then walked to the rooftop alone, looking up at the clouds.

Yang Ying slumped in his chair, the previous little chaotic test could make him tired enough, take this opportunity to rest.

"Clouds?" He stared blankly at the clouds and fell into deep thought.