At this time, on the Huxin Pavilion, a woman in Tsing Yi was sitting upright.

Lin Feng looked at it fixedly, and saw that this woman was about twenty years old and fair-skinned.

The long, slightly curly eyelashes, moist and full lips, delicate figure and a pink hairband fluttering in the wind all set off her an indescribable elegance.

There is no doubt that this woman in Tsing Yi is the beloved daughter of the Xuanyue Division Master of this planet - Zhao Ling!

Behind Zhao Ling, a middle-aged man with a solemn expression stood bowed down.

According to Lin Feng's judgment, this middle-aged man is Zhao Ling's bodyguard nine times out of ten, and he has strong combat power.

At least, the person who pinched the Heavenly Spirit Clan's Holy Emperor with one hand should not have the slightest problem.

"This Miss Zhao family looks really smart!" After taking a few glances, Lin Feng judged in his heart.

Indeed, in terms of pure appearance, Miss Zhao is almost equal to Chen Yuqing and Qin Mengyi.

As for her figure, she is even higher than Chen and Qin's two daughters!

Of course, Lin Feng would not be tempted by it, he just had a judgment in his heart.

"These Wen Xiu, it seems that they don't have any special means?" his eyes narrowed slightly, Lin Feng quickly diverted his attention and began to instruct Xiao Qi to scan the Wen Xiu beside the long table.

To his disappointment, after the scan results came out, Lin Feng found that there seemed to be nothing special about each Wen Xiu.

Physical fitness is simply commonplace!

"Let's take a look first!" With confusion, Lin Feng wandered around the lawn, constantly listening to everyone's conversation.

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And so it was, about half an hour later.

The sun still hasn't set.

In the clear blue sky, countless white clouds appear as a flame-like red under the glow of the setting sun, which is extremely beautiful.

"Miss, everyone is almost here, you can start!" At this time, the middle-aged man with a solemn expression said in the Huxin Pavilion.

"Well, let's get started. Zhao Ling, who was dressed in green clothes, nodded slowly.

Whizzing!

Two streamers flashed!

The next moment, Zhao Ling and the middle-aged man stood on the lawn.

"I've seen Miss Zhao. ”

"I've seen Miss Zhao. ”

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For a while, everyone on the huge lawn saluted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've been waiting a long time. Eyes swept the audience, Zhao Ling said leisurely.

"Where, where! It is my greatest honor to be able to participate in the poetry meeting!" Many people said, "Miss Zhao, don't be polite!"

"I think it's almost time, then, let's start the poetry meeting!" After a slight pause, Zhao Ling raised his voice and said, "This poetry meeting, but all those who make poems will be rewarded with millions of Chinese coin......s! Tens of millions of Chinese coins!"

"As long as you pick up, you will be rewarded with millions of Huaxia coins?" Hearing this, Lin Feng immediately came to his senses, "Tut-tut, this Miss Zhao family really has a soft spot for Wendao, and she is extremely generous!"

"This kind of great opportunity, if you miss it, it will be unreasonable!"

You must know that Lin Feng is short of money now!

Right now, there is a good opportunity to earn millions directly, and of course he is eager to try!

"Miss Zhao, do you mean that we will compose poems on the spot and then compete in this poetry meeting?" said a Wen Xiu who looked a little old.

"Yes, it's just to compose poems on the spot!" Zhao Ling immediately responded, "Of course, in order to ensure fairness, I will come up with a poem title." ”

"As it should be!"

"Well, that's fairest. ”

"Please Miss Zhao for the question, I can't wait to write poems!"

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As soon as Zhao Ling's words were finished, all the literary cultivators became excited, as if they were all eager to show their talents in front of Miss Zhao's family immediately.

As for Lin Feng, he was naturally looking forward to it at this time.

"I'm afraid that later, I can see the cultivators use their methods, right?" Lin Feng stood quietly on the lawn, quietly waiting for the poetry meeting to really open.

"The title of the poem?" Zhao Ling raised her eyebrows, as if she was in thought.

However, after only a moment, she smiled and said, "It's sunset, so let's take this as the topic!"

As soon as the title of the poem came out, many of the scholars present bowed their heads and began to meditate:

"Sunset?"

"I'll have to think about it. ”

"This is a rare opportunity, and I have to take it!"

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"Our Zhao Mansion has prepared the meat of the Panlong, everyone, enjoy it!" At this time, the middle-aged man beside Zhao Ling said loudly, "The meat of the Panlong is quite rare, and eating it can strengthen the body!"

These words are undoubtedly for those who come to "join in the fun".

After all, now the scholars are so engrossed in thinking about poetry that they won't be distracted to eat the "meat of the dragon" at all.

"There is still dragon meat to eat? It seems that these 10,000 Xia coins are not in vain!" Hearing this, Lin Feng was suddenly full of interest.

At the same time as the middle-aged man's voice fell, dozens of maids brought a plate of steaming, fragrant Panlong meat.

"I want a plate. ”

"I want it too. ”

"I'm tired of eating Panlong meat. ”

"This thing is just ordinary, don't eat it!"

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The arrival of Panlong meat has undoubtedly made the atmosphere of the entire lawn a lot more lively.

"The advanced civilization world is the advanced civilization world, and even dragon meat can be eaten at any time! Tut-tut, this time, I can eat more!" Thinking of this, Lin Feng hurriedly asked for a Panlong meat, and then sat on the ground and tasted it with relish, "The taste is average, but in the end, it can strengthen the body, I will eat more anyway!"

In this way, Lin Feng was enjoying the Panlong meat while waiting for the opening of the poetry meeting, which can be described as very happy.

And 3 minutes later, there was finally a yellow-robed Wen Xiu who stopped thinking and raised his gaze.

"Everyone, the first one, let me hold the bricks and lead the jade!" the yellow-robed Wen Xiu smiled slightly, quite humbly.

"Oh, are you here?" Lin Feng, who was feasting, hurriedly cast a concerned look at him.

I saw the yellow-robed Wen Xiu, walked quickly to the long table, picked up a pen and began to write.

While writing, this yellow-robed Wenxiu also read at the same time.

It's just that this poem seems to be quite "rotten", and many people present are shaking their heads again and again.

And when the yellow-robed Wen Xiu finished writing and reading the whole poem, he immediately smiled awkwardly, and then bowed his head and left the long table in shame.

"Wen Xiu composes poems, and his own heroic spirit jumps on the paper!"

At this time, a radiant old man beside Lin Feng said slowly: "This poem is really too mediocre, and it doesn't even produce a little heroic righteousness!"