Although he doesn't understand why the ancient poems on the earth can be turned into his own use, he is particularly sure of one thing: with this poem, he can definitely suppress everyone and win the top of this poetry meeting!

In other words, tens of millions of Xia coins are already beckoning at him!

"God really help me!" Lin Feng, who was surging in his heart, continued to write and chanted after easing the excitement in his heart.

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Ancient road west wind thin horse.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

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Boom –

When the pen fell, countless Haoran Qi continued to pour out like a heavenly river.

For a time, the entire Zhao family's mansion was dazzling, attracting countless people on the planet to discuss.

However, what is confusing is that the pen fell not shocking!

Shicheng didn't cry ghosts and gods!

"Nothing?" At this moment, many people present were quite confused.

"There is no wind and rain, and there are no ghosts and gods cry......ing?" After thinking of that possibility, Zhao Ling's beautiful eyes suddenly froze, and his heart jumped violently.

At this moment, Lin Feng's pen paper strangely rushed out of the surging aura, filling every corner of the Zhao Mansion.

This breath is bleak and silent, just like the meaning of Lin Feng's poems, which makes people feel chilled.

As soon as the breath came out, the audience was shocked.

"This kid, won't you?"

"It shouldn't be ......"

"He, he, he, did he? At this age, did he?"

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

On the lawn, some well-informed Wenxiu were dumbfounded.

Because, they already understand why Lin Feng wrote such poems, but he was not able to shock the wind and rain and cry ghosts and gods!

There is only one reason!

Poetry into condensation!

"Boom!"

On the paper that Lin Feng put down his pen, countless clouds and mist suddenly rushed out.

In the clouds and mist, a towering figure slowly condensed.

This figure seemed to be a swordsman wandering the world, and his expression was extremely cold.

"Scatter!" After the figure was completely condensed, he whispered softly.

As soon as I drank it, the wind and rain suddenly stopped.

As soon as I drank it, the sobbing stopped.

The previous Fengyang's "pen fell into the storm, and the poem became a crying ghost and god" can be said to have disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the swordsman.

I saw this swordsman, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was contemptuous of everything, and his eyes were empty.

Even the majestic and brilliant aura was overshadowed in front of this swordsman.

"What a poem into a condensing atmosphere!" Zhao Ling's eyes stared at Lin Feng, extremely moved, "A poem comes out, and it soars to the sky! Under the majestic momentum, ten thousand ghosts stop crying, and the wind and rain suddenly stop!"

"Miss, this son's talent is really amazing!" The middle-aged man with a solemn expression had already returned to Zhao Ling's side, and said in a low voice, "We must do our best to recruit him!"

"Hmm. Zhao Ling nodded heavily, her eyes revealing endless anticipation.

"Shi Cheng Ning Meteorology, Mr. Liu, this is Shi Cheng Ning Meteorology, it's outrageous, isn't it? How old is he!" As the knife man appeared, more and more people exclaimed.

At the same time, more and more people were shocked by the news.

They couldn't imagine how such a young boy could complete the poem!

You must know that poetry is more than ten times more difficult than poetry crying ghosts and gods!

This is one thing that the rumored Confucians on the Wenxuan planet can't do all!

Gradually, there were people rolling their throats on the lawn, swallowing their saliva, and then looking feverishly at the swordsman in the clouds and the forest wind in a dazed state.

Indeed, Lin Feng is a little confused now, and he doesn't understand what is going on!

It's so dignified, writing a poem can actually write a person!

"And this kind of operation?" Lin Feng opened his mouth slightly, froze in place.

This is simply incomprehensible to Lin Feng.

The pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a weeping ghost and god, which already made him feel incredible.

Now, when something more exaggerated happens, of course he will be a little confused.

"This son's level of literature and Taoism is simply against the sky!"

"This kid, could it be the Holy Son of Wenxuan Planet?"

"I heard that the atmosphere condensed after the poem was completed, the combat power is monstrous, I really want to see it!"

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

Listening to the discussions on the lawn, Lin Feng came back to his senses and his heart jumped.

"The combat power is monstrous, this swordsman who wrote a poem is monstrous, and the combat power is monstrous?" Lin Feng glanced at the swordsman in the clouds and mist, with a cold color of absolute silence, a little incredulous.

Or rather, it was too much of a surprise to him!

"They shouldn't fool me, right?" After straightening his expression, Lin Feng was about to try to instruct the swordsman.

In his opinion, this swordsman was written by him after all, and he should have listened to his own orders.

"Can you come down first?" said Lin Feng, tilting his head.

"Good. The swordsman landed directly on Lin Feng's side without the slightest hesitation.

"Can I punch you?" Lin Feng asked again.

"Please. "The swordsman is particularly neat.

"Then I'll punch!" With a solemn expression, Lin Feng immediately mustered up all his strength and punched the opponent hard.

With this punch, Lin Feng didn't reserve any of it, and directly opened the Nine Tribulations Divine Power Secret Technique, and used the power of the Ten Thousand Streams Axe!

He believed that even a stellar-level powerhouse would have to vomit blood a little after taking his punch!

Bang –

In the next moment, Lin Feng's heavy fist had already smashed on the swordsman's chest, and the sound of bone cracking appeared immediately.

However, the swordsman did not move, and his expression did not show any pain.

"This ......" withdrew his fist, Lin Feng endured the pain in his palm, and desperately swallowed his saliva.

At this moment, he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

He never thought that the strength of this swordsman would be so terrifying!

With a heavy punch, the swordsman didn't react, but his fist bones shattered countless times!

The gap is so big that you can imagine!

"Is it really so fierce?" Lin Feng, who was ecstatic in his heart, kept muttering, "Could it be that this is the magic of Wen Xiu?

"There is still such a sassy operation?"

At this moment, Lin Feng finally saw a means of cultural cultivation and was deeply shocked.

"I don't know, what is the use of Wen Xiu's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting methods?" At this moment, Lin Feng was full of interest in Wen Xiu and wanted to understand it thoroughly.

Buzz, buzz.

At this moment, extremely suddenly, a cloud of white light appeared on Lin Feng's side.

These white lights were incomparably dazzling, and they were also accompanied by a divine aura and some immortal sounds that could penetrate the heart.