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Lin Chen stood with his head held high, and responded coldly: "Noise, let's finish your poem first!"

"Humph!"

Zhang Tiannan turned his head, his face gloomy, as if he didn't want to say more to Lin Chen.

However, the pen in his hand fell back on the stone tablet.

Pen walk dragon snake!

The wind and rain are roaring!

The sound of devil crying is endless!

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

Scenes of magical visions appeared non-stop, and they were still intensifying, causing everyone present to sigh wildly and admire deeply.

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

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being the first literary saint of the Nine Immortal Dynasty, and he lives up to his reputation!"

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

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

Zhang Tiannan's pen continued to fall, and there were bursts of exclamations and admiration on Ningxin Island.

At least Lin Chen?

Everyone only said that this poor guy must be crushed into slag by Mr. Zhang Tiannan today!

"Boom!"

As Zhang Tiannan's last stroke was finished, an endless amount of Haoran righteousness suddenly appeared on his side, and then spread out in all directions.

Haoran's righteous qi spread violently, and at the same time, a strong murderous aura filled the entire floating island.

The wind and rain suddenly stopped, and the ghost sound died down!

All the visions were gone, and only the murderous aura that kept surging was left!

The murderous aura gradually became stronger, and the onlookers all felt a chill in their hearts.

Soon, within a cloud of white light in the stele forest, a figure of a swordsman dozens of feet tall quickly condensed. This swordsman, full of murderous energy, squinted his eyes, as if no one would be his enemy!

Lift the long knife and swing it lightly......

A powerful knife burst out, and just looking at it from a distance, it made people feel the pain of scraping bones.

In this way, some monks with weaker realms were directly trembling, and they were inexplicably frightened.

As the figure of the swordsman continued to condense, everyone finally saw the full text of Zhang Tiannan's poem.

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"The Storm Rises"

The black wind blows the sea outside, and the cold and rain come across the river.

It is very turbulent and convex, and a thousand canes are beating the sonorous drums.

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At this moment, a cloud of purple qi rose from the last stone tablet.

For a while, all the Wen Xiu on Ningxin Island were breathless, staring at the movement on the stone tablet!

The pen shows the weather, and the pen falls purple!

With such a vision, which Wen Xiu is not moved?

A poem comes out, and it soars to the sky!

Even the majestic majestic righteousness, compared with the purple qi that appeared on the stone tablet, seemed to have become gloomy.

Although the amount of purple qi is not large, the birth of purple qi itself means that the poem has reached an extremely high and extremely high realm!

This kind of realm is what the vast majority of the cultivators present dream of and hope to achieve!

Therefore, at this time, Wen Xiu already had great respect for Zhang Tiannan from the depths of his heart!

Soon, countless pairs of eyes fell on Lin Chen again.

Those eyes seemed to say: Look, look! Just you, a stunned person, dare to say that Mr. Zhang Tiannan is grandstanding?

This is a ridiculous joke!

"Hehe......"

Glancing at the murderous swordsman, Lin Chen sneered disapprenously.

"That's it, I thought it would be stronger!" Lin Chen smiled contemptuously, his eyes full of disdain.

As soon as these words came out, Ningxin Island was in an uproar.

In everyone's cognition, Lin Chen should honestly retreat after seeing the pen fall into purple anger.

Wagged his tail and begged to admit defeat to Mr. Zhang Tiannan, and left in disgrace.

Of course, from now on, Lin Chen will also lose face and will no longer be able to gain a foothold in the cultural cultivation.

However, what they never expected was that at this time, Lin Chen was still pretending to be leisurely.

This couldn't help but make everyone wonder about Lin Chen's sanity: "Is this person already crazy?" or stupid?"

"Lin Chen, since you think that Ben Sheng's "The Storm Rises" is a mediocre work...... Zhang Tiannan took back his pen and said coldly and arrogantly, "Then, you come and write a poem! Let Ben Sheng see what kind of confidence you have to make such bold statements! Is your poem shocking to the world!"

"My poems are ordinary. Lin Chen replied unceremoniously, "But, better than you, I think it's nine out of ten! But since you want to see, then I'll follow your wishes, so that you can be convinced of losing!"

This conversation made Wen Xiu present sneer at Lin Chen again, thinking that he had reached this juncture, and he actually had a face to pretend.

For a time, the spitting of the scholars was endless......

But for these angry voices, Lin Chen seemed to have been deaf, but had no other emotions at all, and slowly flew into the stele forest.

His demeanor always looks so casual, just as calm and indifferent as ordinary people eating and drinking......

After settling down, Lin Chen didn't care about anything else, but directly reached out and pointed at it, cutting off a long branch.

After sucking the branch and holding it in his palm, Lin Chen raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Tiannan not far away with contempt, and said calmly: "Since your poem is called "The Storm Rises", then I will write a poem "Fixing the Storm" for your examination!"

After that, Lin Chen was no longer verbose, and held the branch and wrote on the ground one by one.

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Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly.

Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

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He put pen to paper, and in a few moments, he had finished a few sentences.

"Whew!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a strong wind blows up!

Suddenly, the rain poured down!

It's already a storm!

"What's going on? How do I think that the pen of this poem is shocking, as if it is compared to Mr. Zhang Tiannan's ...... Do you want to be more imposing?"

"You shouldn't be wrong with your feelings, and so should I!"

"It's a lyric, isn't it?"

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With the occurrence of the stormy pen fall, the words of the Wen Xiu on Ningxin Island have changed abruptly.

In fact, if there is anything wrong with Lin Chen's poem, it will definitely attract countless slanders and criticisms.

However, after carefully studying many texts for a while, they did not find anything that could be changed!

I can't find even a word!

"Huhuhuhu-"

Just as he was amazed, suddenly, the wind and rain near Lin Chen suddenly increased again.

What followed was the sound of Devil May Cry that seemed to be able to penetrate the heart.