All the people began to write, and seized the time to copy the preface of this "Taixu", hundreds of thousands of people who watched the descendants or collaterals of the Cangshen clan and other people of various identities, many of them held their breath and nervously watched the continuous switching of various shots on the giant screen in the sky.

Even in the next moment, hundreds of honeycomb pictures will be formed, projecting all the people on them, and when the time comes, it will slowly become larger and smaller as the images of the eliminated people disappear.

Song Ren's appreciation of this preface written by the emperor writer is a different kind of enjoyment and insight.

But the other nineteen people in this area of the Xuan Vein usually don't have the resources to be cultivated at all, even if they can see the few words in the sky, they can't copy it.

The panel projected on the table in front of you requires special talent to write down what you see, and nothing else is useless.

After more than a dozen people copied out seven or eight words, they were completely depressed, and their group of people was simply chasing ducks to the shelves.

After making sure that even if he saw others, he didn't have the energy to copy them, several people in the Xuan Vein began to turn around and leave directly, and it didn't matter if they met the strange eyes of others.

I've long been used to it, if you change to the competition, we may draw lots in the back, and we can still hold on, which is simply blocking the way of life and walking into a dead end.

As the seven Xuanmai people took the first stand and admitted defeat, the many small squares in the sky suddenly merged into the other squares for seven hours, making the square screen of the whole live broadcast by everyone invisibly larger.

Many people who were originally whispering and nervously secretly cheering for their own lineage saw that it had only started for a while, and someone left?

Take a closer look, good guy, it is really a Xuanmai person who lives up to expectations every year, and there are few people involved, so he will leave after a few clicks.

Forget it, it's all about participation.

However, why is that steamed bun motionless, it shouldn't be that you can't see anything.

Many people burst into laughter, and in the elder seat, Xiao Changen, who was watching this scene, had a very ugly face.

These few people who left were usually half-hearted and implicated in other veins, which was deliberately to make Xuanmai make a fool of himself in public.

However, Song Yu, the disciple of Xuanyi's niece, why did he not move, what was he doing?

He looked at Tian Wushuang, Di Ziming and Huang Yiyi again.

The talent of the author is different, not only to see the accuracy and more, but also to copy a lot at the moment, almost everyone is struggling to copy seven or eight words, the three of them are already far ahead, writing the twenty-first word.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" Xiao Xi put his arm around Su Youwei's neck, and asked suspiciously in the face of other people's fingers.

Su Youwei smiled: "Don't worry, your father may have his own plans." ”

She could see most of the text, and there was no reason why Song Ren couldn't see any of them.

As the minutes passed, more and more people couldn't copy it, and chose to leave, including all the remaining people in the Xuan Mai, and the hundreds of squares on the light curtain became fewer and fewer, and the 'close-up' shots belonging to everyone became larger and larger.

Now for the others, everyone stopped looking, and all eyes, including those elders, stayed on the three dazzling people.

Because each of them has already copied more than 300 words, and the rest of them have only more than 90 words.

What everyone wants to see is who will get the first place in the three veins of heaven and earth and yellow.

Song Ren read through the more than 5,000 words three times with great comfort, each time containing different understandings and perceptions, and even faintly, there was the energy of an epiphany.

This is not only written by an emperor author, but also by a quasi-emperor powerhouse with a high degree of compatibility with heaven and earth.

After exiting, he was stunned when he looked at the empty table in front of him with sparse veins.

Is it so fast?

Look left and right and turn your head.

Good guys, I read an article, and this is a 'light commander'?

Do you want to exaggerate that?

In the distance, seeing that Song Ren finally came to his senses, Xiao Xi's face was happy, and Su Youwei also breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Ren looked at it in disbelief, and then looked at the three of Tian Wushuang and Xiao Changen and Jiang Pu on the elder seat.

They should have left a long time ago, and it was just a shame to stay here, but there was still a 'stubborn persistence' left in the field, a person who didn't write a word.

It doesn't matter if this person is someone else, but it's a disciple of Xuanyi, if you leave, it will hurt people's hearts.

When I went back another day, I told Xuanyi that he and others did not respect him, what did Xuanyi think.

This time, she asked her disciples to return, perhaps to test the attitude of these people.

Seeing Song Ren looking over, Xiao Changen showed a far-fetched 'kind' smile and made a cheering gesture.

As for Jiang Pu, he covered his face with a cloth and slept with his head up.

In the face of Xiao Changen's encouragement, Song Ren nodded and smiled, signaling him to rest assured.

Seeing Song Ren like this, Xiao Changen couldn't say what he felt in his heart.

Silly boy, hurry up, we're in a hurry to leave.

Song Ren breathed a long sigh of relief and began to write down the first word quickly, and then the second and third in one go......

From beginning to end, there has been no movement, and the only remaining Xuanmai Light Pole Commander Song Ren has actually been noticed by many people, and now it is strange to see him do it, I thought you had been pretending to be stupid from head to toe.

Didn't you see that there were already a few guards ready to give instructions and invite you down?

But isn't it a little too late to write at this time, people are hundreds of words.

"Hey~~"

"It's slippery, I can't write, there's no ink."

"It turned out that my limit was 167 words, but I could clearly see more than 200 words, and sure enough, it backfired."

"Looking at the number of people left in this game, I should have been among the top 150, keep up the good work, it's very good."

…………

People are constantly leaving, the number of people is getting smaller and smaller, and the people projected on the light screen are getting bigger and clearer.

As Tian Wushuang shook his head vigorously and his fingers began to tremble, there were only more than fifty people left in the field, and the three of them had already written more than two thousand words.

Turning his head to look at Song Ren's 1,200 words, Tian Wushuang showed a smile.

is worthy of being a dark horse in the music industry, and there are still two brushes.

Xiao Changen looked at the dense words on Song Ren, and was shocked for a while, he actually persevered.

I knew that Xuanyi's niece would not send a useless person, just like that, she has already defeated many people, and Xuanmai has the possibility of turning over this year.

"Old Jiang, old Jiang, wake up," Xiao Changen poked Jiang Pu with his elbow.

Jiang Pu pulled down the shade cloth on his face: "It's over?" Then drink and go. ”

Jiang Pu got up, but was pulled down by Xiao Changen again.

"Don't worry, look at it—" Xiao Changen's face flushed and pointed at Song Ren.