If Yang Ying knew that he was only being bet on by one person in this gamble, and he only had ten merit points, he didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed, he was only worth ten merit points.

What's even more infuriating is more than that, the yellow fat man has someone to bet on, but he doesn't have it, which is simply detrimental to his image.

The roar of an explosion sounded first in the center of the venue, followed by a series of sounds, sounding like fireworks set off during the Chinese New Year.

I don't know how many people have been disrupted by this sound, so I'm annoyed.

"Why are you doing this, making such a big commotion, I don't know if I want to think quietly, master?" A gorgeously dressed but somewhat ruffian-looking man was shouting in the attic.

"Oh no, it's a sign that the hour has come." Surprised, his mouth opened so wide that both of his front teeth were exposed, and he hurried downstairs.

At this moment, Meng Lianpeng was still dressed in red, and saw a young woman flying out of the Zhumen on the top of the pavilion, and returned to the pavilion meeting venue, shouting in mid-air: "The time has come, please enter the contestants." The mixed pupil in his hand was also tightly held at the moment.

"Here we are." Chen Legang took the teacup in his hand and wanted to taste it, but his attention was all attracted by the sound, glanced at the woman in red outside the window, and quickly took his eyes back, blowing the tea, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then he immediately looked at Yang Ying, his eyes were full of eagerness, and asked, "Is it familiar with the back?" The teacup in his hand was left to dry aside, and he didn't taste it.

The corners of Yang Ying's mouth rose slightly, smiled proudly, and glanced at Chen Le again with ulterior motives, "I am familiar with it." With a fan in his hand, he turned around and left.

Chen Le looked at his smile and hoped that he was smiling confidently, otherwise he would always have a feeling that the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was in a hurry, and he was the eunuch who was knowledgeable and profound.

Only the back of his orchid costume was left and rushed towards Chen Le, the fan squeaked and swayed, looking like no one was fine.

"Hopefully this time I can get what I want." The tea in the tea cup was still warm, and Chen Le raised his head and drank it all.

"The fragrance of tea is what people want." Looking at Yang Ying, who was walking slowly towards the venue at the top of the pavilion, he brought him this sip of tea with his wish.

"Hey, no, I've got to get over quickly." Looking at the crowd that was already standing on the stage, the fan immediately stopped and flew up in the air.

Just after a cup of tea, the queue returned to the same way it was in the morning, only this time, it was a little more compact, and it became a 10-by-10 square.

"Presumably, in an hour, the players have already come up with the most perfect answer." Meng Lianpeng stood in the center of the venue and said to the players on the stage.

The pupil was held in her hand again at this moment, right next to her mouth, and it seemed that she was using it as a megaphone at the moment.

Every time he spoke, the two black gems on the mixed pupils would emit a dim halo, which would dissipate in a moment, and it would be difficult to see this without careful observation, and the sound would expand several decibels with the appearance of the halo.

"It's really interesting, it can be used as a microphone." Chen Le smiled and pointed to the mixed pupil in Meng Lianpeng's hand, but then he immediately changed back to his stern face before, because at this moment he had mixed feelings in his heart.

Martial arts, with Zilong here, naturally there is nothing to say, presumably there will be no perverted immortals than him in this present, but if Yang Yingdou does not achieve good results, even if he wins the championship in martial arts, it is not easy to say.

Helping Yang Ying marry the head of the Red Mansion Pavilion, how can I say that this is also my own hidden task, I don't want a day's turnover, just to complete this task.

"I really don't know what this hidden mission is, I put all my bets down, how can I easily admit defeat." I also believe that Yang Ying, who is not in a hurry at all, can get her wish.

All the players present are almost the same as Yang Ying at the moment, everyone is full of confidence, and they can't find any timidity, it seems that they are full of confidence in their answers.

There are only a few people who are indiscriminate, one by one, as if they have done bad things, look at the east and the west, and feel good in their hearts, they have not made the poem related to the 'cloud', so they have no face.

Meng Lianpeng waved the pupils in his hand, only to see countless straw papers appear out of thin air, flying in the air with the wind, and with a wave of his big arm, these papers seemed to have eyes, dancing in the direction of Meng Lianpeng's hand.

"Go." The pupils pointed forward, and the papyrus flew straight in front of the remaining contestants.

"Please write all the verses you have created on the piece of papyrus in front of you, and I will collect them all in a moment."

Chen Le sneered when he saw this scene at this moment, because he was too familiar at this moment, he was born as a student, he was familiar with this feeling, and now the Red Pavilion Club, isn't this completely a student exam, but these students are miserable, everyone can only stand there and answer the test papers, this treatment is really too bad.

Others are not surprised, after all, every Red Pavilion meeting is like this, as a senior old audience, how can they not know these routines, only some outsiders, they will not know anything if they have not done their homework.

Someone present held the paper in their hands and fiddled with it back and forth, not knowing what to do, "There is no pen, how can we write." A man who seemed very thin asked there grumbling.

When some people nearby heard this, they looked at him with ridiculous eyes, and they were all very happy in their hearts, because when they heard it, they knew that this was from out of town, and they had come to this point by luck, and there was one less competitor.

A few people also had the same question, they were too hasty, they were not well prepared, it seemed that their luck would come to an end here, but the next second they were all quiet.

Yang Ying took the lead in stretching out her fingers and began to write vigorously on the paper, each stroke was so strong and powerful, even her eyes were full of strength, and after each word was written, a little golden light would overflow, which was the proof that the word was successfully written on this paper.

The rest of the people immediately reacted, they were immortals, and there were still people who cultivated as Taoists, and that cultivation was not in vain, instilling their mana on their fingers, and presenting them on the paper through their fingertips.

The paper was successfully engraved with words, and it was glowing with a little golden light, which was very beautiful.

Yang Ying wrote the poem on it very confidently, looking at him with golden light, and he proudly opened the fan and swayed leisurely, because he was the first person present, that is, the first to write the poem.

This can't help but make those who were still betting on him a little regretful before, and now the odds are all speculated to '1:500', that is, as long as Yang Ying wins the final victory, the man who bet on ten merit points will get five thousand merit points, a full five thousand.

The rest of them even controlled the strength there, and they couldn't grasp how to instill their mana in their fingers at all, and if they instilled too much at once, the paper would be destroyed on the spot.

"Pavilion Master, could you please give me another piece of paper?" The man who didn't control his strength had to reach out here and ask for a new paper.

In exchange, it was naturally Meng Lianpeng's angry glare, and she didn't say a word.

That person was embarrassed, looking at the people beside him, they were all about to complete their answers one after another, but he was the only one who destroyed the paper, and he really had no face.

There was another slight explosion, and a piece of paper instantly died on the spot because of too much mana infusion.

"Heh, it seems that this cultural fight is not so easy to complete." Chen Le, who has been watching every move below, has been observing for so long, and he can be regarded as understanding the mystery of this.

"Are these people stupid, they hold a Red Pavilion meeting every hundred years, and they won't ask those contestants who have participated, and they have to touch their noses in person." For those players who are not fully prepared, Chen Le is also not optimistic.

Using Wendou as an introduction, what is the second question, the main thing is to test the contestant's own understanding and cultivation through the contestant himself, in other words, that is, the future husband of Hua Dan, the head of the Red Mansion Pavilion.

Yang Ying is the only one who finishes the matter early, whether it is his own temperament or cultivation, he is counted among these people.

Because in this Wendou, there is no external help, you can only rely on yourself, the little chaos is to test their good and evil, and this Wendou is on the one hand, and secondly, it depends on their own cultivation and personal character.

Only those who can be calm and calm and not panic will be brilliant and eye-catching in this literary fight, while the rest of the players who are panicked, hurried, and not very good will naturally be compared.

"Receive." With a wave of the pupil in his hand, all the papers that were still alive were taken back.

"Ahh Someone jumped up directly and wanted to pounce on the piece of paper, but unfortunately the paper flew so fast that all those people flew into the air and fell into a dog eating.

This also makes all the people below happy, although this cultural fight is not as exciting as the martial arts, but these small episodes every year in the middle of the way are still laughing.

Meng Lianpeng stretched out a hand, and the papers seemed to have eyes, all of them were stacked on her hands, in an orderly manner.

The feeling of the invigilator collecting the students' test papers is vivid, but this invigilator is full of royal sister style, which makes people want to stop.