Under the staring eyes of countless eyes, Lin Feng took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly with a solemn expression: "Everyone, this poem of mine is called "Will Enter the Wine"!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Feng did not hesitate, and began to write with a vertical pen.

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You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

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After writing these two sentences, everyone could see very clearly that a vast amount of Haoran Qi was born on the rice paper, making the surrounding area suddenly brighter than before.

Immediately after, a cloud of majestic qi turned into dozens of pillars of light that reached the sky, shooting towards the sky......

Like the light of snow crystals, it is particularly dazzling.

"Whew!"

"Shuffled!"

Suddenly, there seemed to be a loud wind, and the sound of torrential rain was incessant.

The pen falls into a storm!

"How is that possible!"

"Before the poem is written, it has already appeared in a storm?"

"What the hell is this, what kind of poem is this!"

"Oh my God!

............

After the sound of wind and rain appeared one after another, countless people present were speechless.

"Mr. Lin Feng, what kind of poem are you writing?" his throat rolled, Zhao Ling looked at the figure in the majestic aura, and faintly gave birth to a heart of worship, "Why can you write so quickly?"

The crowd didn't have time to be more shocked, because Lin Feng had already continued to write and chant:

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Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

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The wine will be poured in, and the glass will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

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The poem is not finished, but the endless sound of devil crying is sweeping in a mighty way.

"Weeping ghosts, this is incredible!"

"Why is this so, why is it so!"

"The poem is not finished at all, how can there be such a vision!"

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There is no doubt that everyone present is in an inexplicable shock and confusion at the moment, even Huaqiu!

He had never seen it, even if his master wrote poetry, he had never seen such a situation!

"It's just a little strange, it shouldn't matter!" On the high position, the Heavenly Wolf Master stared at Lin Feng tightly, and his heart was already turning over at any time, "Mr. Hua's poems are blessed by thousands of Confucian spirits, and it is impossible to lose!"

"Yes, it's impossible to lose!"

Just as the Heavenly Wolf Master and the others were comforting themselves, Lin Feng had already continued to write.

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The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

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Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

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Boom –

When Lin Feng finished writing the poem, suddenly, an incomparably brilliant purple light rose from the rice paper, covering the light of all the surrounding pillars of light in an instant.

Those majestic and dazzling majestic aura all seemed insignificant under this purple light!

"Purple light, isn't the aura of Haoran white, why is the purple light coming?"

"What the hell is going on? Why is there purple qi!"

"Mr. Zhou, you are also well versed in Wenxiu, don't you know?"

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At this moment, countless discussions in the square arose.

Almost all of them were at a loss, not understanding what this purple light meant.

"Purple light, could it be ......" And at this moment, Hua Qiu, who was originally calm, changed his face violently, as if he had thought of something.

"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could he reach the point where the poem became purple!" As he exclaimed, Hua Qiu's figure regressed again and again, obviously completely shocked by his heart.

"Poetry becomes purple?" Zhao Ling savored Huaqiu's words, but he still didn't know the deep meaning.

However, she can clearly feel that Lin Feng's poem is absolutely amazing!

A stunning song like never before!

"Why, the weather hasn't been born yet?" asked a high-ranking figure of the Thousand Springs Star at this time.

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned at the same time.

That's right!

Why hasn't the weather condensed yet?

"The formation is so weird, so vast, it shouldn't even be able to condense the weather, right?"

"It stands to reason that the weather should have been condensed a long time ago!"

"Yes, Shicheng has been in Chengdu for a while, except for the purple light that reaches the sky, there is no sign of condensation at all!"

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In the midst of countless sounds of confusion, suddenly, there was an explosion above the sky.

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

Immediately after, everyone raised their eyes to the sky, and then they all clearly saw that the sky where the purple light was inserted was already a thundercloud.

"What's going on here?" Master Qianquan was extremely dazed, and he didn't understand why Lin Feng would write a poem to such a point.

"Tear up!"

Suddenly, a thunderbolt as thick as a water tank swept down from the clouds.

The target seems to be at the purple nanmu table!

"What the hell are you going to make trouble!" Lin Feng hurriedly abandoned his pen and fled to the side, not daring to resist this Tianwei at all.

Rumble!

The next moment, the thunder slashed on the rice paper of "Will Enter the Wine" with special precision.

Snort, sneer.

The rice paper was magically not broken, not burned, but bred a wisp of purple gas.

Immediately after, another thunderbolt swept down.

Snort, sneer.

Purple qi gave birth to wisps again.

Tear up!

One after another, the thunderbolts fell one after another, more and more, more and more densely, and countless people present were dumbfounded.

In the end, thousands of heavenly thunderbolts raged down at one time, like a heavenly river pouring down.

"Crackling!"

"Aung Aang Aang!"

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This sound lasted for ten seconds.

Ten seconds later, everyone stared with concern towards the center of the square.

Then, they all held their breath and were silent.

Because, all the Haoran Qi has disappeared without a trace, even the rice paper is gone, only the vast purple qi remains!

The purple gas is pervasive, and it looks particularly dazzling.

"Really, is it really a poem?" At this time, Hua Qiu's eyes widened to a round one, and he couldn't imagine that what he saw in front of him was the truth.

Rumble!!!!

Suddenly, the purple qi erupted with an incomparable light.

Under the purple light, everyone subconsciously closed their eyes.

And when they opened their eyes, there was a human figure in the purple qi, slowly condensing.

Finally, the poem became a condensation!

"This purple qi can also condense the weather?" The Heavenly Wolf Master and the others were stunned on the spot, completely unclear.

"Groan!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound of drawing a sword sounded in the purple qi.

All are a spirit!

Immediately after, a cold light pierced out of it and rushed straight above the nine stars.

That sword qi was so powerful that it was a cold and piercing feeling just by looking at it.

The cold light soared into the sky, making a piercing sound, as if it was about to cut through the space with this cold light alone.

"This is the atmosphere condensed by "Will Enter the Wine"?" his throat rolled, and Lin Feng could be said to be extremely expectant.