"This is the third son of the Mo family, one of the six masters of True Phoenix City, a second-order poet, with amazing talent and fame."

The shopkeeper is like a few treasures, the words are simple, but the meaning is like thunder on the ground, shocking people's souls.

The Mo family is one of the five great families in True Phoenix City, and it is as famous as the Zhao family.

Especially in recent years, its strength has increased greatly, and there is a faint tendency to become the first family in True Phoenix City, and even the City Lord's Mansion has to retreat by three points.

Mo Bai is the third in this generation, and he is the descendant of the Mo family, but with this identity, few people dare to provoke.

Moreover, Mo Bai is also a second-order poet, ranking among the six masters.

The so-called six heroes refer to the outstanding people of the young generation in True Phoenix City, there are six of them, and Mo Bai is one of them.

A handsome man who was defeated by Qin Che, he was also one of the six masters.

"It is said that Mo Bai wrote a seven-character war poem at the age of thirteen, which was recognized by heaven and became a poet."

"The poet's combat power is not weak, similar to a novelist, he can turn poetry into law and condensation into art."

"Mo Bai is unscrupulous and reckless, this person should endure it, and he should not provoke him."

"Not necessarily, there is Wu Xiangwei sitting next to him, this is a ruthless character that even the Mo family is afraid of."

Everyone present was very interested, Mo Bai was the leader of the younger generation of True Phoenix City, and his background was strong, in their opinion, Qin Che was bound to suffer.

However, because of Wu Xiangwei, there was suspense in this matter, which made them interested.

"Hear it, get out of the way of those who know each other, don't wait for me to make a move." Mo Bai looked down at Qin Che, contemptuous and undisguised.

Even the six masters from the five great families, he was not afraid, so he naturally didn't take Qin Che seriously.

"What if I don't let it?" Qin Che took a shallow sip of tea, his expression was calm and calm.

It is not a wise move to be an enemy of the Mo family, but Mo Bai deceives people too much, if he retreats, where is his dignity?

"Then I'll hit you until you let me." Mo Bai was cold-blooded and cruel, and said: "Don't blame me for missing arms and legs." ”

When the words fell, he broke through the air with one palm, and his mana was surging, like a storm crashing on the shore, and he was angry and swept into the eight wildernesses.

Qin Chexing's eyes were calm, and the wind flicked his fingers, and the flat ground was thunderous.

Rumble!

The carved beams and jade pillars glowed, turning into heavy prohibitions, blocking the aftermath of the duel between the two young masters.

Except for the imperial capital where the lord of the Moon Tower sits, the Moon Towers in other cities have duels from time to time, so the ban is indispensable.

"If you only have this ability, then you want to teach me a lesson, it's almost there." Qin Che said lightly, Mo Bai is a second-order professional, and so is he, without using the professional mark, the two are on par.

With the imprint of his profession, he is even more fearless.

With the second mark of the ancient and modern, Qin Che's combat power is shocking, and he dominates the same level, which is not a problem.

"The same realm does not mean that the combat power is equal."

"When I was thirteen years old, I composed a powerful war poem, and calligraphers who are famous for their combat power are difficult to stop."

Mo Bai's eyes were contemptuous, his expression was arrogant, and he didn't take Qin Che in his eyes at all.

Although the battle poems he fought did not reach the level of astonishing, they were not bad, and ordinary monks could not resist them.

It is precisely because of this poem that he can be recognized by heaven and ranked among the six masters.

"That's enough."

Wu Xiangwei slapped the table, looked at Mo Bai coldly, and said, "If you want to make trouble, I will accompany you." ”

Hearing this, Mo Bai's face was cloudy, he expected that Wu Xiangwei would speak, but he didn't expect her to defend Qin Che like this.

If you want to make trouble, I'll accompany you.

is a simple six words, but it fully shows Wu Xiangwei's determination, if Mo Bai dares to make a move, she will never show mercy.

"Master Wu, I'm just joking with him, don't take it seriously." Mo Bai smiled, turning his face faster than turning a book, one moment there were dark clouds, and the next moment the sky was clear.

He is not a fool, he knows who can be messed with and who cannot be messed with, and Wu Xiangwei is the one who can't be messed with.

Not to mention that Mo Bai loves Wu Xiangwei, even if the hatred is as deep as the sea, he has to be polite and dare not make a mistake.

This is the deterrent power of a fifth-order powerhouse, whether it is in the Great Xia Dynasty or other dynasties, they are all big shots, and the Mo family will not be easily provoked.

"Qin Che, you should also take a step back." Wu Xiangwei's lips opened lightly, the Mo family did not want to be her enemy, and she did not want to go against the Mo family.

After all, the Mo family is a behemoth that even the city lord has to give three points, and offending the Mo family is not conducive to the growth of Qin Wu Commercial Bank.

Qin Che also knows this.

In the case of Mo Bai retreating, he didn't mind giving in, not to mention, so many people watched, how could he not save Wu Xiangwei's face.

At the moment, he tasted the delicacies and said no more.

Seeing this, everyone was disappointed and no longer paid attention to Qin Che and Mo Bai, but in the next moment, everyone was interested.

Just because, Mo Bai wants to compose a poem in seven steps, and it is a poem for Wu Xiangwei.

Mo Bai loves Wu Xiangwei, it is not known to everyone, but it is not a secret, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

He wanted to compose a poem for Wu Xiangwei, and he knew what he meant by thinking about it with his toes.

Therefore, everyone was full of interest and urged Mo Bai to hurry up and compose poems.

"It's ugly, if it's not good, don't laugh at me." Mo Bai bowed his hand to everyone, like a humble gentleman, polite, and gentle as jade.

However, he pretended.

Qin Che had already seen through Mo Bai, he was domineering and domineering, if it weren't for Wu Xiangwei, this person would definitely kill him.

"Master Wu is captivating the country and the city, I have to think about what kind of poetry is worthy of her." Mo Bai pretended to be and walked slowly.

Six steps later, the seven-word quatrain landed, the first two sentences write Wu Xiangwei's flower and moon appearance, and the last two sentences express the meaning of Wu Xiangwei's admiration.

Suddenly, the hall was full of applause, except for Wu Xiangwei and Qin Che, the rest of the people did not hesitate to praise.

In all fairness, this poem can be called a masterpiece, and Mo Bai does have real talent and learning, as for whether it was made within seven steps, or whether it was thought about before, it is unknown.

"He is worthy of being one of the six masters, a genius who made war poems at the age of thirteen."

"There is no vanity under the fame, although this person is arrogant and domineering, but he does have crazy capital, I am still at the first order at his age."

"Seven steps into a poem, amazing, it's a pity, it's just an ordinary seven-word poem, not a war poem."

"Is it easy to make a war poem? Many poets may not be able to write a war poem in their lifetime, and the legendary world-shattering war poem is even more difficult. ”

The crowd talked about it, praising it or regretting it.

The poems of this world are divided into two kinds, one is mortal poetry, and the other is war poetry.

The former is useless, unless it is in the hands of the clergy who reign over all worlds, and the latter can be transformed into supernatural powers, and what the poem depicts can be made manifest.

"Master Wu, are you still satisfied with this seven-word poem?" Mo Bai smiled, his love was undisguised, and his pride was undisguised.

"Okay."

Wu Xiangwei looked indifferent, she didn't look at poetry or people, and fools knew that she was perfunctory.

Mo Bai didn't care about this.

He didn't expect to be able to hold a beauty with a poem, as long as he attracted everyone's applause and ridiculed Qin Che, he would be satisfied.

At that moment, Mo Bai moved his gaze to Qin Che and said, "How is my poem?" ”

Hearing this, Qin Che frowned slightly, if he said yes, in the eyes of everyone, he would inevitably bow his head and curry favor.

After all, he had friction with Mo Bai.

At that moment, Qin Che took a sip of tea and said four words slowly.

"Not good."