When the moon dissipates, the master of ceremonies picked up the Mid-Autumn Festival poem of one of the showmen and recited it loudly.

After reading the poem out of the county, the applause was like a tide.

Na Xiucai smiled slightly and thanked everywhere.

Then, the people behind him went up in turn to compose poems, and the master of ceremonies would read aloud all the poems that reached the county level or higher.

Today, there are a total of 100 people who have obtained the qualification to enter the holy ruins, 20 Xiucai, 80 Juren, according to the original situation, it should be 20 Xiucai who came to the stage to compose poems in four times, and then 80 Juren wrote poems from back to front according to the ranking.

But Fang Yun passed through the Holy Ruins Road in one fell swoop and won the fourth place, and it was impossible for him to compose poems with Xiucai, so he was tacitly regarded as a lifter and became the fifth person to compose poems in the last place.

Nineteen shows have written poems one after another, and finally four people's poems are out of the county, but everyone who watched the literary meeting has praised it, and only this kind of big literary meeting where the elites of the ten countries gather, will there be so many shows to be able to poems out of the county.

All the showmen were completed, and the six people at the bottom of the ranking came to the stage together, and the same as the show, they wrote poems with the title of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon, the strength of these people was the worst, and many people did not expect it, and these people may not be as good as those showmen in terms of talent alone.

But among these six lifters, there was an upset, and one person became a mansion and got more Yuehua than others.

The word Chengda Mansion is not a small matter even in Kongcheng, and the master of ceremonies invited a Hanlin to come up and appreciate the poem.

After that, the master of ceremonies asked this person some words, and the two of them had a conversation with their tongues, and everyone could hear clearly, this person was neither a child of a wealthy family nor a half-saint family, just a down-and-out son of a famous family.

Everyone sighed, if this kind of talented life is in a wealthy family or a semi-saint family, I am afraid that he can enter the top 30.

After that, the lifters came on the field one after another. And these people also show the highest level of lifting people in the ten countries, more than half of the people can write poems out of the county, and one out of every ten people can reach the mansion, but the higher Mingzhou poems have not appeared for a long time.

Narushu is a very high dividing line, and the poetry and literature of Narushu will be recited by 10,000 people, and many high-ranking scholars have been pursuing Narushu poetry and literature all their lives.

Most of the people present are scholars, so every time the master of ceremonies recites a poem, there must be countless people who either memorize, write, or discuss and judge.

The moon rises higher and higher. With the endless emergence of poems and essays, the atmosphere of the scene became more and more enthusiastic.

The guests under the high stage were calmer than the people outside, and only when the poems of their own country or their own family were recited, some people cheered.

Those great Confucians or scholars rarely spoke, and even when they did, they simply said something like "good", "acceptable", and "can be seen".

Unconsciously, the twenty-sixth to thirtieth ranked lifters appeared on the high platform, and the literary talents of these five people were even more outstanding. The scene immediately set off a wave of cheers.

The moonlight came, this time the bright moonlight was much stronger than the previous one, and after the moonlight disappeared, all the eyes of the people actually emitted a faint glimmer. It took a while before it disappeared.

One by one, people came to the stage, poems appeared one after another, and the surrounding Confucian people cheered more and more frequently.

Many in the audience started out talking to friends and family. Occasionally pay attention to the people on stage, but the further they go, the more they pay attention to the stage. When the six to tenth place players walked up to the stage, everyone stopped talking and looked at the stage together.

This is the top ten people in the Shengyuan Continent, among the lifters, they may not be the most talented, they may not be the most powerful, they can definitely be among the strongest, and every time the top ten people on the Holy Ruins Road can leave the Holy Ruins alive, they will definitely become the leaders of a country in the future, and even be able to shock the ten countries.

Even if it's not in the top five, it's enough to get everyone's attention.

Even if there are many scholars and even great Confucians here, they admit that there must be some of these people whose achievements are above them.

Five people stood behind the table and wrote down the results of these days of meditation.

The five talents are slowly growing on paper, and after the most, one person is Mingzhou, and four people are at the house!

The talents of these five people far surpassed the previous lifters, and the lifter of the Confucian family wrote the poem of Mingzhou, which finally became the first poem of Mingzhou in the Literary Society, which aroused the cheers of all the Confucian people.

The top ten people can get double the moonlight, and after the Kong family's people get the moonlight, the whole person was covered with a layer of faint moonlight, and it took a while to be absorbed, which aroused the envy of many people.

With the double Tsukika of Narushu, it will be extremely smooth in the holy ruins.

It was not until this time that many people understood why this Confucius did not fight for a higher position, since the top ten had to double the moon, since he had the talent of poetry into Mingzhou, he would inevitably overwhelm the Mo family and the soldiers, so there was no need to fight, it was better to pursue the golden mean.

Zong Wude, who ranked fifth, looked at the smile on Kong Juren's face, and suddenly realized, eager to slap himself, and then looked at Fang Yun.

Because he found a big problem, he entered the top five, and he wanted to write poems on the same stage with Fang Yun!

Zong Wude reluctantly punched the hole and raised people to give a thumbs up.

The treatment of Mingzhou poems was quite grand, and the master of ceremonies invited a university scholar to appreciate it, and the words were incisive, which made everyone have endless aftertaste.

The five lifters stood on the stage for a quarter of an hour before going down.

Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong, Fang Yun and Zong Wude walked towards the high platform, and before the five people walked onto the high platform, the whole scene was boiling, countless people shouted the names of the five people, and the highest voice was Fang Yun.

In Kongcheng, where everyone is a scholar, Fang Yun is no less respected than Jingguo.

Fang Yun stood on the high platform, looking at the dense crowd, where his eyes fell, there were people cheering loudly, the atmosphere of this Kong City was more open than that of other countries, and countless women screamed excitedly, which aroused the envy of many men.

The master of ceremonies originally planned to draw like before, and asked the five people to write poems after a few simple words, but the atmosphere at the scene was too warm, and before the five people started writing, the cheers of the crowd exceeded the scene of the poem out of Mingzhou.

Many of the guests in the audience didn't expect it to be so exaggerated, the holy ruins were once in ten years, and they had never been so enthusiastic, they shook their heads and smiled, helpless.

The master of ceremonies continued to say loudly with his tongue: "At this time, the people who came to power were the top five people on the Holy Ruins Road this time, they represent the essence of the Ten Kingdoms and the talents, and the hope of the human race, once they enter the holy ruins, they will be able to slaughter the demons and make great contributions to our human race!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the master of ceremonies began to introduce the five people.

"This is Yan Yukong, the first person on the Holy Ruin Road, a half-saint disciple, Yan Zi's bloodline, the head of the case, Maocai and Xie Yuan, he is already the third talent, and he is the most likely person to be the future leader and champion of Qingguo, if he wins the head ......of the country, he is the first of the six, and it is very likely to become the first of the six talents of the Ten Kingdoms!

Next, the master of ceremonies introduced the last two.

"Moshan, the descendants of the Mo family, not only the poetry and scriptures are outstanding, but the Mo family mechanism is even more superb, the Mo family has five realms and sixteen levels, he has reached the second realm of the middle, comparable to many Mo family Hanlin ......"

"Sun Naiyong, a side branch of Sun Wu's family, was not outstanding before the age of twelve, but after entering the army in the examination, he immediately rose to the heavens like the sun, and continued to make military achievements......

The master of ceremonies walked in front of Fang Yun, and before he could speak, the audience was already cheering, and all the guests looked at Fang Yun.

The laughter of the people of Jingguo, the coldness of the people of Qingguo, and the indifference of the people of Wuguo...... Immediately formed the most bizarre atmosphere of this cultural meeting.

Fang Yun was originally smiling, but suddenly as if he had been stung by a poisonous scorpion, his expression changed, and he looked at the audience.

At the table of the Mengsheng family, on the Wuhou car, the fierce monarch's gaze finally withdrew from the distant sky, looking at the high platform for the first time, the first time he really watched the Wenhui, and the first time he looked at the people present.

The fierce monarch looked at Fang Yun, his gaze was obviously very calm, but it was like an eagle looking at a wolf, everywhere he looked, there were prey, everyone subconsciously avoided his gaze, fierce and monstrous!

The wolf demon marquis, who had been lying on the ground, also immediately got up, slightly bared his sharp teeth, and stared at Fang Yun.

The atmosphere was suddenly cold as if frost and snow were falling near the high platform, but the people of Kongcheng in the distance could not notice the changes here, and they were still elated.

The master of ceremonies' body shook and opened his mouth, but the dignified jinshi couldn't say a word at the moment. After waiting for more than ten breaths, he secretly glanced at the fierce monarch, and then gritted his teeth and straightened his spine to introduce Fang Yun.

"He is Fang Yun! He is the former child of the Jingguo Shuangjia Saint! He is the only person in the Ten Kingdoms who is the only one who has passed the Holy Choice! He is also the 'No. 1 Show of the Ten Kingdoms' who has been enshrined by the semi-saints! Since April, there have been poems and texts on the Holy Way every month, and he is the first person in the same place of the four texts! It is ......."

The master of ceremonies did not use any overly embellished words, but counted the exploits and fame of all directions as if from a script, which was more real than any other word, so that everyone fell silent as he spoke.

Even those who knew Fang Yun very well were shocked to hear the master of ceremonies talk about so many achievements.

After the master of ceremonies finished speaking, no one in the audience spoke, and it was still quiet.

The name of the text is Pressed Kong City.

One person is here, and ten thousand people dare not speak!

After a long while, someone spoke, and the master of ceremonies crossed Fang Yun and walked towards Zong Wude, ready to introduce the fifth person.

As soon as the master of ceremonies stopped, a passionate and thick sound like a war drum suddenly appeared in the audience, and the spring thunder formed by the tongue resounded through the sky of Kong Sheng.

"Fang Yun, I admit it, I look down on you. ”

Everyone within ten miles of the surrounding area felt an invisible force descending.

The audience was silent.

Violence over the city.

It's just that unlike everyone who admired Fang Yun before, many people in the guest table looked at the fierce monarch coldly, and some people from the Holy Family or the scholars and scholars did not hide their disgust for him at all.

Fang Yun was still smiling and said, "The Fierce Monarch is polite. ”

The fierce monarch said slowly: "Look at this Wuhou car, there are Mengzu Shengwen in the car, there are drinking Jiangbei, there are great Confucian treasures in the car, and I am the head of the Mengsheng family, as long as you promise me a condition, I can give it to you, even your blood-dropping animal skin I don't want it!" (To be continued......)