Liang Feng nodded heavily, and at the same time urged the "Dream Sutra" that he was proud of!

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"Like a dream bubble, like fog and like electricity......"

Every word that gushes out is vigorous, as if it was born with the power of rules, layer upon layer, constantly arranged together, and finally formed a wall of aura with brilliant might.

The wall of qi was condensed ten feet above everyone's heads, as if it had become a substance, exuding a sacred aura.

"My scripture, it's absolutely no problem to block it for a while and a half! But if you block it for too long, you won't be able to do it! So, Lin Chen, you'd better move faster!" Liang Feng said confidently, obviously full of confidence in the power of his scripture, but there was also a hint of urging in his tone.

Everyone raised their eyes and looked, as Liang Feng said...... Thousands of rattans and poisonous mist fell on the halo-like wall of qi, making a rumbling sound but failing to stir up the slightest ripple.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief!

They all understood that if Liang Feng's "Sutra of Dreams" couldn't stop this, I was afraid that many of them would fall into the bloody mouth of the tree people and devour them bloodily in the next moment.

However, "The Book of Dreams" is by no means a long-term solution.

To maintain such a huge consumption, I am afraid that it can only last for a stick of incense, and after that, ...... The situation is very dangerous!

Everyone heard the conversation between Lin Chen and Liang Feng just now, his true qi was almost exhausted, and his own strength alone could no longer turn the situation around.

Then, everyone and Lin Chen can only pin their hopes on his poems!

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

"I have to think about what kind of poem to write to deal with your rotten tree!" Lin Chen thought with a frown, not looking flustered.

He has 10,000 confidence in his poetic level!

"Bang bang bang!"

"Snort!"

Above the wall of qi, rattan danced wildly, bombarding wildly. The poisonous mist was also infiltrating little by little, and it kept making a "snorting" sound.

The voice was very messy, as if it was deliberately done by the tree man, the purpose was to make Lin Chen calm down.

Seeing this, everyone held their breath and stared, not daring to disturb Lin Chen's thoughts too much.

"It's so noisy, this tree man doesn't seem to be a fool, and he didn't let me think about it when he came up with such a bad idea!" Lin Chen raised his eyebrows, glanced at the giant tree and snorted coldly, "Then use the poem that my father read when he was fine!"

Lin Chen thought that although his father was a little bit of a hanger on weekdays, the poems and essays were really amazing!

And every time he writes poems and essays, he seems to have no need to think about it, and he can come to it at his fingertips, as if he has already memorized it well.

For this reason, Lin Chen did not suspect him of cheating when he was a child.

It's just that he is familiar with the books of hundreds of schools, and he clearly knows that those poems have never been recorded in the books...... From this point of view, it should have been his father's doing.

Rao is like this, Lin Chen still doesn't want to believe that his father's literary talent is so invincible.

But whether he believes it or not, he has remembered the good poems that his father passed on to him and has never forgotten them.

Therefore, despite the loud sound above his head now, Lin Chen was still able to show that he was not in a hurry.

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

"Just choose this one!" Lin Chen thought about it calmly, and soon thought of a good poem.

"At that time, when my father asked me to read this poem, he also specially told me a story, saying that one day ten suns appeared on the earth......" Lin Chenpin chewed the legendary story he heard from his father back then, and always felt a little unbelievable.

According to the story, the protagonist shot nine suns alive!

This kind of story made Lin Chen feel extremely absurd when he heard it, and he had no credibility at all.

"However, absurdity is absurdity, that poem is still good!At least the condensed atmosphere should be enough to clean up the tree man!" Lin Chen looked at Liang Feng confidently and shouted, "Lord Liang, you're ready to write!"

"So fast, or think about it again?" Liang Feng didn't think that in such a noisy environment, Lin Chen would say that he could start writing so quickly, and hesitated slightly, "My "Dream Sutra" can last a little longer, don't be in such a hurry, you can condense the words and sentences?"

"No need! I'm sure of this poem!" Lin Chen smiled slightly, took out the ink frost Xuanjing pen, and threw it into Liang Feng's hand, "Let's start!"

"Okay!" Liang Feng knew that Lin Chen had never talked nonsense, and he was relieved to see him with such a confident attitude, and he immediately responded.

Everyone set their eyes on Lin Chen, and they were all eagerly looking forward to Lin Chen's poems.

You must know that Lin Chen has a good reputation in the royal capital, and many people have raised him to the same status as Xie Yuan in terms of attainments in the Dao alone.

Being able to see Lin Chen's poems is the wish of many people!

Lin Chen felt these expectant gazes, and read aloud with a light smile: "The mica screen is deep in candle shadows, and the long river is gradually falling. ”

"Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky and night heart. ”

This poem is only two short lines.

And the artistic conception does not seem to be as magnificent as the poems written by Lin Chen in the past.

The most important thing is that everyone doesn't understand what "Chang'e" is!

"Marshal Lin, aren't you going to make another poem? I don't think the atmosphere of this poem should be strong, right?"

"That's right, Marshal Lin!

"This one, it always feels a little bland!"

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

As soon as the words fell, many disciples of Xiaoxiang Academy had already suggested that Lin Chen should change the song quickly.

At the same time, there are many people who are whispering, thinking that Lin Chen may have been disturbed by the noisy sounds, which caused the level of poetry to drop significantly!

For these, Lin Chen laughed at them all...... Because he clearly knows that on the surface this poem looks plain, but in fact it contains a big article.

Because only he and his father know the story behind this poem, and only then do they understand the uniqueness of this poem!

Liang Feng has always trusted Lin Chen extremely much, and this time is no exception.

He carried the ink frost Xuanjing pen and wrote the paper according to what Lin Chen said.

The last stroke fell, and the volley of rice paper was already filled with righteousness.

Haoran righteousness is like the glow of the sun, shining brightly, instantly illuminating the entire county government.

"Whew!"

A strong wind blew beside everyone for no reason, blowing the green silk of everyone in the audience, and the robes swayed lightly.

At the same time, a torrential rain fell rapidly, washing away a lot of the poisonous mist that was permeating the air wall.

"It's going to be able to fall so quickly, and the momentum is still so huge, I'm afraid it can show the weather, right?" exclaimed a Xuanyuan Realm disciple.

Everyone is looking forward to it...... Looking forward to what the atmosphere of this poem will be!