"When you're done, I'll write it myself!" Lin Feng replied extremely casually, not seeing any mood swings.

At the same time, he also led a group of attendants to fly to the square.

For a moment, all eyes were focused on him.

The eyes of everyone looking at Lin Feng were very complicated, with anger, pity, and disdain......

"This Lin Feng is really humiliating!"

"Do you dare to compose poems after Vice Master Qi?

"It's too much to do!

"Today's young people just don't know the height of the sky!"

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

Wenxuan Planet suddenly heard countless sneers

And the many cultural cultivators in the square naturally couldn't say some disdainful words in front of Lin Feng, the new courtyard master.

But there is no doubt that each of them has the same thoughts: Lin Feng will be severely humiliated by Deputy Courtyard Master Qi later!

And they, as long as they are patient and watch a good show!

Da! Da! Da!

Step by step, Lin Feng took his hands and ignored all the eyes around him.

Eventually, he found an open space, sat down cross-legged, and then began to close his eyes and recuperate.

It seems that he doesn't care at all about what kind of atmosphere will be born from a large number of poems!

As for the attendants, they stood beside him one after another, their expressions solemn.

"Courtyard Master, I hope you don't break your word, and you will write a poem in front of all of us later!" Seeing this, Qi Liang suddenly said in a gloomy voice.

"Noise!" Lin Feng said coldly, his eyes still closed.

"Humph!"

Seeing Lin Feng's indifferent attitude towards him, Qi Liang immediately turned his head, as if he didn't want to say more than half a word to Lin Feng, and continued to splash ink on the stone tablet.

Pen walk dragon snake!

With the lines of good sentences being written, for a while, the square can be described as a storm, whistling!

The sound of devil crying is endless!

The white light soars into the sky, shining like the rising sun!

Scenes of magical visions appeared uninterruptedly, and they were still intensifying, causing all the Wen Xiu present to sigh frantically and admire deeply.

"Awesome, awesome! Such a demeanor, unprecedented!"

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being the strongest disciple of Lord Wensheng's poetry, and he lives up to his reputation!"

"Today is an eye-opener, and I can see such literary giants writing poems!"

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

Qi Liang pen fell, and bursts of exclamations and admiration also shook for nine days.

As for Lin Feng?

Everyone only said that this poor new courtyard master must be crushed into slag by the full amount of "Yong Turtle" today!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, as Qi Liang's last stroke was finished, an endless aura suddenly appeared on his side, and then spread wildly in all directions.

The aura of Haoran spread violently, and at the same time, a strong aura of strange beasts instantly filled the square.

This strange beast aura gradually became stronger, making everyone present almost fanatical.

Because they all know that Qi Liang's "Song of the Turtle" is about to "become a poem"!

Soon, under the gaze of countless eyes, a huge turtle with a body like a hill quickly condensed in the vast and vast atmosphere!

This turtle, carrying a huge shell, has a chilling breath and exudes a breathtaking momentum!

On the planet Wenxuan, many people with a slight level of life, after seeing this turtle, they were directly frightened and trembled, and they were inexplicably frightened.

For a while, all the Wen Xiu in the square didn't dare to breathe, staring directly at this turtle!

You must know that many literary cultivators will not be able to condense poetry throughout their lives!

And now, with such a powerful vision born, how could they not be moved!

Not long after the birth of the Xuan Turtle, countless pairs of eyes looked at Lin Feng again!

Those eyes, as if to say: this time, look at how you end!

Want to compete with a poetry giant like Vice Master Qi? It's really ridiculous!

You, the new master, are waiting for your reputation to be discredited!

"Is it over?

Slowly opening his eyes, Lin Feng glanced at the turtle, and then sneered disapprovingly.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the square.

In everyone's cognition, after Lin Feng saw the birth of the Xuan Turtle, he should wagging his tail and begging to admit defeat to Qi Liang, and then leave with a disgraced face.

From then on, I didn't dare to appear in Lijiang Academy again and accept the result of losing face!

However, they never expected that at this time, Lin Feng would still have leisure and ease in "pretending".

This couldn't help but make everyone wonder about Lin Feng's sanity: "Is this new courtyard master already stimulated to go crazy, or is he stupid?"

"Master Lin, since you think the old man's "Song of the Turtle" is just like that......" put away the pen and replied proudly, "Then, you come and write a poem, let's see what qualifications you have to be the master of our Lijiang Academy!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng was unmoved, and he didn't mean to get up, but said calmly: "Yi Fei, Pang Ru." ”

"In. ”

"In. ”

Behind him, a man with a folding fan and a man with a strange face immediately bowed and saluted.

The peak attendants of the two major realms, one majoring in Feng Shui, and the other is a literal cultivator.

"Pang Ru, go and erect a stone monument. Lin Feng said lightly, "Yi Fei, I will pass you a poem now, and when the stone tablet appears, you will write it for me." ”

For Lin Feng, he didn't want to casually perform the Dafa for the sake of this little literary meeting!

Therefore, he would naturally hand over the task of writing poetry at this moment to Yi Fei, his Wenxiu attendant.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Pang Ru and Yi Fei responded one after another.

Thundered!

The next moment, under Pang Ru's feng shui technique, an extremely huge stone tablet emerged in the center of the square.

Lin Feng also softly told Yi Fei the content of the poem.

"Go ahead. After straightening his senses, Lin Feng closed his eyes again, and it seemed that he had won the battle.

"Yes!" Yi Fei replied in a deep voice, and with a "whoosh" sound, he came to the giant monument.

"Lord Lin Feng asked me to write this poem, called "Seeking Defeat"!"

After finishing speaking, Yi Fei was no longer verbose, took out the pen and wrote seriously on the tablet.

——————

Thinking through the red dust road all his life, the sword is hidden in Luxuan.

——————

He wrote like a fly, and in a short time, he had completed the first two sentences.

"Whew!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a strong wind blows up!

Suddenly, the rain poured down!

It's the pen that falls into the storm!

"What's going on? Why do I think that the pen of this poem is shocking, as if it is more majestic than the "Song Turtle" of Deputy Master Qi?"

"Why is there such an imposing pen?"

"What the hell is going on? That's an exaggeration, isn't it?"

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

With the appearance of the pen falling, all the literary cultivators on the square were shocked.

"Huhuhuhu-"

The crowd was in amazement, when suddenly, the wind and rain suddenly rose again.