No wonder Zhao Ling sighed like this, it was Huaqiu's poems that made him feel desperate.

Not only did the poem become a condensation, but also attracted countless Confucianism!

This is an unprecedented work on the Thousand Springs Planet!

Anyone can imagine that this poem by Huaqiu is bound to be earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods!

"It's, it's amazing!"

"This is the real Confucian!"

"The seven disciples of our Great Xia Empire's Wensheng are simply too terrifying!"

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

Just when everyone was amazed, on the rice paper that Huaqiu put down his pen, the pillars of light that had been transformed by the mighty qi were already as straight as the sky.

The brilliance of the light actually covered the sky full of stars and moons, illuminating the entire Qianquan Square and even the surrounding sky.

"It's time for poetry to become a condensation!" "On the high position, Master Qianquan took a deep breath and said solemnly.

Such a masterpiece can naturally become a poem!

Rumble!

At this time, above the clouds, a man who seemed to be an ancient chivalrous man slowly converged.

This person is dressed in a purple robe, and his white hair is flowing, and he is not tied or tied.

Under the breeze, the figure hanging in mid-air was like a god descending into the world.

His skin was faintly shiny, and his eyes shone like glass.

The momentum is so fierce that people feel chilled from the soul.

There is no need to fight at all, everyone understands that if this purple-robed knight wants to defeat the atmosphere of the three great Confucians of Qianquan Star, it will be effortless!

In everyone's opinion, the birth of the purple-robed knight means that the general trend has been decided!

This battle ended with Sirius' complete victory!

"I throw in the towel. ”

"I also throw in the towel. ”

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

For a while, Jiang Rumo and the other three all shouted unwillingly, and they seemed to have been completely convinced by the purple-robed knight.

And this scene, the master of Qianquan saw it in his eyes, but there was nothing to be done.

He understood that instead of letting the three major meteors fight with the purple-robed knights, it was better to admit defeat directly.

Because, it's not a level of meteorology at all!

With the blessing of countless Confucianism, its combat power can be described as dozens of times that of the three major weather, and it is invincible!

This is a battle without suspense at all!

"Hahaha......" At this time, the Heavenly Wolf Master who was also in the high position smiled happily, "Master Qianquan, it seems that our Wen Dou is a successful end!"

"Mr. Huaqiu's writings are earth-shattering, I really admire!" Master Qianquan said lightly, "Then, let's end it!"

After speaking, the Master of Thousand Springs slowly got up, wanting to announce the final result of Wen Dou in public.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the expression of the master of Qianquan at the moment is quite ugly, but he is really helpless.

"Wait. ”

Suddenly, a voice resounded in the square: "I haven't written yet!"

Everyone immediately followed the prestige.

I saw that not far from the master of Qianquan, a figure that looked quite young slowly walked into everyone's sight.

It is the forest wind with a breezy face!

"Huh?" Master Qianquan raised his eyebrows, and he was suddenly surprised.

Zhao Ling also pulled the corner of Lin Feng's clothes and whispered: "Mr. Lin Feng, Huaqiu's poems are so strong, don't compete with them, right?"

This is naturally Zhao Ling worrying about Lin Feng.

She didn't want Lin Feng to lose in public, which would lead to unhappiness and even breed demons in her heart, affecting her future achievements.

"Don't worry, Miss Zhao. Lin Feng turned his head and smiled leisurely, "If it were another poem, I might still be afraid of three points." But Mr. Huaqiu's song is mediocre, nothing more than that! I'll write a random one, and I can deal with it!"

"Shhhh

"Shhhh

Suddenly, countless gasps appeared in the square.

The vast majority of people were dumbfounded, unable to understand whether Lin Feng had lost his mind or suddenly lost his mind......

This one of Huaqiu is mediocre, nothing more than that?

Absolutely crazy!

In the eyes of everyone, this Lin Feng is simply crazy to a certain level!

Poetry condenses the atmosphere, attracting thousands of Confucian qi - this, is it nothing more than that?

"Mr. Lin Feng, what are you ......" After Zhao Ling listened, he was stunned for a while, and then smiled bitterly, "What kind of trouble is this!"

In Zhao Ling's opinion, Huaqiu's poems have reached this realm, and Lin Feng can't be embarrassed at all!

At this time, it is obvious that it is better to admit defeat obediently!

"Boy, you say that my poems are mediocre, nothing more than that?" At this time, Hua Qiu in front of the Zi Nan wood table held back the anger in his heart and said sharply, "Who gave you the courage to dare to slander my poems like this!"

"Slander?" After a faint smile, Lin Feng shook his head and said, "It's nothing more than that, it's nothing more than that, why should I slander it!"

"Boy!" Hua Qiu was visibly angry, "If you dare to open your mouth again, even if the Master of Thousand Springs is in front, I will kill you!"

"Are you going to kill me?" Lin Feng always behaved very calmly, "Hmph! Since you don't believe that your poems are mediocre, then, I'll write a poem to open your eyes!"

"Hahahaha...... Boy, are you worthy of fighting poetry with me, and you want me to open my eyes?" Hua Qiu laughed.

"Why, don't you dare to let me write, afraid that my poems are better than you?" Lin Feng asked rhetorically.

"Since you can't do it yourself, then write it at will!" Hua Qiu snorted coldly, and then brushed his sleeves and said coldly, "Look at how you end up later!"

"Then you can see!"

The moment the words fell, Lin Feng had already begun to walk towards the Zinan wooden table.

"This Mr. Lin Feng, where did he get his confidence?" The Qianquan Division Master's brows were already wrinkled into Sichuan characters, and finally he looked at his daughter Zhao Ling.

But Zhao Ling was also confused, and didn't understand why Lin Feng insisted on writing at this time, so he could only shake his head at his father again and again.

"That's it, if you lose anyway, let him mess around!" In the end, Master Qianquan didn't mean to stop Lin Feng, so he let him play.

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

......

In the center of Thousand Springs Square.

At this moment, all the eyes of the audience were focused on Lin Feng.

Everyone wants to see how many catties and taels this literary genius who is extremely respected by Zhao Ling dares to speak out in front of Huaqiu!

And Lin Feng slowly closed his eyes after glancing around.

Not for anything else, just to perform the Dafa of the Heavens!

Buzz, buzz.

At the moment when Lin Feng closed his eyes, a strange but invisible energy immediately dispersed.

This power can be felt by no one present!

Even, in the heavens and worlds, in the endless universe, no one will be able to perceive one or two!

Because, this is the super means of the Chaos God Pupil, the supreme magic of life cultivation!

"With my current life level, the Heavenly Dafa can only last for about 10 minutes. After perceiving it slightly, Lin Feng had a realization in his heart, "10 minutes is enough!"