♀ It's noon..Above the central peak.There is silence.

The strong men who came to watch the ceremony sat cross-legged on the ground, no one dared to speak.

Just half an hour ago, another strong man was killed by a furious Mr. Pickup, and Mr. Shiraishi, the head of the Seven Sages, still did not stop him.

This kind of thing is the first time that the strong people have encountered it, and they have a clear understanding of their own strength again.

The Seven Sages of Xiaoshan are the powerhouses who really stand at the pinnacle of the continent.Under the Seven Sages are all ants.Even if they are already eighth-level martial artists.The same is true.

No one dared to look at the central square anymore, and no one dared to look at the crazy old man with a blood-red face.

We all know that the old man's anger is because of this wedding, but this wedding is his own initiative, and it can be said that the responsibility lies entirely on him, and yet he is angry with others.

But he is Mr. Find, one of the Seven Sages of Xiaoshan, the master of the Secret Realm, he can kill them at will, but they are powerless to resist.

Everyone was looking forward to the Lady Saint's appearance, at least until then, when Mr. Pick's anger would no longer be directed at his own people.

On the square, Mr. Shide sat on top of his chair, his face was gloomy to the extreme, Mr. Shiraishi sat still, no joy or anger, and his expression was blank.

Mo Chengfeng carried the ancient sword on his back, and from time to time looked at the Qingfeng in the distance, and a wry smile appeared on his handsome face.

Even if it's a cave room, it doesn't take so long.Teenage hairy boy.Sure enough, an old guy like himself can't understand it.

Suddenly, several figures flashed on the green peak, falling into the tumbling sea of clouds, Mo Chengfeng's spirit lifted slightly, and he slowly sat up straight.

Mr. Shiraishi's expression still looked flat, but he unconsciously reached out and helped the high crown, although his high crown was not skewed in the slightest at this time.

A moment later, the three figures had fallen to the edge of the peak.

The powerhouses who watched the ceremony breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and their eyes fell on the three of them.

The Qingling woman is as beautiful as ever.The flawless little face has a faint layer of crimson.The small hand tightly holds the big hand of the young man beside her.The corner of the young man's mouth is smiling.The body is as tall as a gun.The angular face has a satisfied look.

On the side of the two, the mysterious black gauze girl stood with her head bowed, but no one noticed.

There was still no one on the giant peak who spoke, Luo Feiyan didn't speak, and walked hand in hand with Lin Feng, passing through the strong people who were watching the ceremony, and sat down before they came to their seats.

Looking at the smug Lin Feng, Mr. Shide snorted, and his old face seemed to be dripping blood.

Luo Feiyan smiled faintly, his eyes swept over Bai Shi, Mr. Bai Shi's expression remained unchanged, but he looked at Lin Feng and nodded slightly.

Lin Feng smiled indifferently and nodded in return.

Luo Feiyan turned his head and looked at Mo Chengfeng and said, "Mo Weng, let's start."

"Uh-huh." Mo Chengfeng looked stunned and stood up.

"This one is a poem and a poem, each side is a poem, the best wins, Sister Feiyan, Brother Shiraishi, you start first."

Looking at the two of them, Mo Chengfeng asked.

"On my side, Lin Lang is fighting, Lin Lang is brilliant, famous, and famous." The Qingling woman glanced at Lin Feng with a smile, and there was infinite affection in her watery eyes. So this time, I've already taken advantage of it, so let's retreat a little bit, and ask Senior Brother Shiraishi to start first."

When Mr. Shide heard the word "Lin Lang", his face twitched violently a few times, and when he looked at Lin Feng again, that guy was flirting with Luo Feiyan, and he seemed quite useful.

"Lin Feng, Lin Feng." Mr. Pick roared in his heart, and the resentment in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Mo Chengfeng glanced at it, smiled bitterly, turned to Mr. Shiraishi, and said, "Senior Brother Shiraishi, what do you mean?"

"Let's let Lin Feng Xiaoyou start." Mr. Shiraishi smiled faintly, his voice slightly dry. Lin Feng's little friend is literary and graceful, and before the weak crown is known, he has everyone's name, and the old man wants to hear more about it, and maybe he will be inspired by the old man."

"Sister Feiyan, look ......," Mo Chengfeng asked.

"Since Senior Brother Shiraishi said so, Lin Lang, you don't have to be humble." The Qingling woman looked back at Lin Feng and said with a shallow smile.

"It's fine." Lin Feng smiled lightly and stood up.

Everyone's eyes instantly shrouded Lin Feng's body.

He is Lin Feng, and he is a famous Lin family all over the world.

The original "Watching the Sea" and the recent "White Horse Chapter" have already established Lin Feng's status in the literary world.

Even though the Holy Maiden had just been picked up by this person, the strong people couldn't help but feel a little jealous in their hearts, but everyone wanted to see what kind of masterpieces everyone would recite on such an occasion.

Will there be masterpieces that surpass "White Horse Chapter" and "Watching the Sea" come out?

......

Lin Feng looked around, groaning, but lamenting in his heart: "Made, it's going to be shameless again."

Unlike Master, he is also copying poems, but he is still not as brazen as Master, without the slightest shame, he himself is not the real Fang family, he is so pick-up, and his heart is really unhappy.

However, now Ling'er is the owner of the Huangliang Secret Realm, and he is also a person from the Huangliang Secret Realm in name, so although he is sorry in his heart, he still has to find a good poem to help the Huangliang Secret Realm win this game.

Fortunately, Master has already divided these poems in his memory into several grades, and with these stocks, it may not be difficult to win this one.

Looking at Mr. Shiraishi who was sitting there with a high face, Lin Feng's eyes flashed slightly, and he paused.

"There is."

Lin Feng said with a smile.

The crowd listened.

Lin Feng's sword raised his eyebrows and chanted aloud.

"It's not good to be late.Drive to the ancient plain.The sunset is infinitely good.It's just near dusk."

After chanting, Lin Feng looked around at everyone and laughed, "How."

Xiaozhou's literary style is the most prosperous, and most of the strong men who watched the ceremony can be regarded as scribes.

The Seven Sages of Xiaoshan all had strange faces, and even Luo Feiyan frowned slightly.

"How's that, isn't this one going to work?" Lin Feng smiled lightly, but he was also a little apprehensive in his heart.

Even though his strength is now unprecedentedly strong, but in this way of poetry and song, he really has no talent, and some memories from Lin Huang have not brought him anything in this regard. This poem was marked as excellent by the master, but Lin Feng couldn't say what was good.

Several strong men were silent, and looked at Mr. Shiraishi.

And the strong people who watched the ceremony also reacted, and looked at Mr. Shiraishi, all of whom had extremely strange faces.

This poem is indeed extraordinary, although it cannot be compared with "White Horse Chapter" and "Watching the Sea", but it is also a superior work, but it is used on this occasion......

Mr. Shiraishi's face changed several times, and he finally couldn't contain his anger, and his face sank suddenly.

"Lin Feng, little friend, how can you be so mean." Glaring at the young man opposite, Mr. Shiraishi said slightly angrily.

"What do you mean, sir?" Lin Feng was stunned.

"The old man's time has come, and he is about to die. This is a thing that everyone knows." The sunset is infinitely better.just near dusk.'. Little friend, this is not ridiculing the old man." Mr. Shiraishi said angrily.

Lin Feng was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "If I say, I don't mean that, do you believe it?"

"What do you say?" Shiraishi said angrily.

Mo Chengfeng glanced at Lin Feng, there was a hint of disapproval on his face, Luo Feiyan frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Lin Lang, you are a little excessive."

Lin Feng smiled bitterly, Master's words sounded again, no culture is terrible, Master, his old man is too right, but if he can have some attainments in this, why would such a situation occur.

Although he doesn't have a good impression of this old guy, he is not his style to speak sarcastically for no reason.

"I take my little friend as my relative, but my little friend takes me as my enemy." Mr. Shiraishi said angrily. Didn't Ye Wuya and Ye Chunfeng teach you to respect the elders?"

Seeing Bai Shi mentioning Ye Zi's father and grandfather again, Lin Feng smiled bitterly, after all, it was a life-saving grace, which could never be denied.

Luoyun Sect owes Baishi's love, that is, Ye Zi owes Baishi's love, and Ye Zi owes Baishi's love, naturally it is he, Lin Feng, owes Baishi's love.

Luo Feiyan looked at the angry Bai Shi, frowned slightly, and glanced at Bai Shi deeply.

Feeling Luo Feiyan's gaze, Shiraishi also seemed to feel that he was exaggerating, snorted indignantly, and sat down.

"Senior brother, don't blame Lin Lang, he also made a slip of the tongue." tilapia stood up and looked at Lin Feng with a light smile. Lin Lang: Yes and no."

Lin Feng smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, yes, this is the next old song, I took it out when I was lazy, and I collided with Mr. Haihan."

Naturally, he was not afraid of Baishi in his heart, but because of the Ye family, after all, it was this person who saved the lives of the Ye family's father and son.

"That's it, this one doesn't count." Luo Feiyan smiled lightly, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of affection. Lin Lang asked for a poem again."

"Good, good." Lin Feng hurriedly said.

Looking at the infinite affection in the eyes of the Qingling woman beside her, she really looked like a bride.Lin Feng admired Luo Feiyan's acting skills very much.Suddenly his heart moved.

"There is." Lin Feng lightly grabbed Luo Feiyan's tender little hand and raised his eyebrows and said.

"Please." Mo Chengfeng said loudly.

"The red candle was stopped in the cave room last night, and I will bow to my aunt in front of Xiaotang. Lin Feng chanted loudly, turning his head to look at the Qingling woman beside him.

This poem, according to Master's division, is also an excellent work, and it is also very appropriate to use it at this moment, in Lin Feng's mind.

However, he was still unsure in his heart, and turned his head to look at Luo Feiyan inquiringly.

"Shame on you."

Luo Feiyan's delicate body trembled slightly, a trace of blush appeared on his stunning little face, he glanced at Lin Feng in shame, and lowered his head.

Mr. Shiraishi's eyes flashed with coldness, and he was silent.

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