"Bi Qiang, you have just sworn that you will never betray Senior Sister Lan Yuemei, even if people give Heaven and Earth Dao Fruit and Heavenly Pregnancy Spiritual Liquid, you must hold on!"

"Yes, although we know that Ye Tianshou's poem is very helpful to your cultivation, but you can't be untrustworthy, Bi Qiang, you must hold on, hold on!"

Seeing that the situation was a little bad, Nie Hang, Shen Tuzhi, Zong Mingjun, and Wan Lin were persuaded one after another.

"It seems that Brother Bi Qiang can't see my poem, so he can only treat it as waste paper and throw it away from the Confucian and Taoist stone plates!"

There was a hint of banter at the corner of Ye Tian's mouth, and with a flick of his fingers, the "Queqiao Immortal" that was enough to town the country was crumpled into a ball of paper and thrown in.

"Shike Zhenguo!"

As the paper fell into the stone plate, it quickly melted and burned, and I saw a vast Confucian and Taoist breath rising from the heavenly plate, conveying a sound of ancient vicissitudes.

But the only pity is that the surging and extreme Confucian and Taoist energy, because it is an ownerless thing, finally dissipates in the vast sky.

"My Confucianism, my vision, the destruction of the heavens......"

Bi Qiang thumped his hands in pain.

He was extremely sure that as long as Ye Tian gave him this Queqiao Immortal, let him personally devote himself to the Confucianism and Taoism Heavenly Plate.

He can definitely get the gift of the Confucian saint, and his grade has soared from the late seventh rank to the early eighth grade, which is enough to pay off five years of penance.

But now it's all over!

"Ahem, Bi Qiang, I still have nine poems here, each of which has reached the height of the town and even the world, if you take the initiative to kneel down and beg me to admit defeat, I will give it to you for free, miss this time, you will regret it." ”

Ye Tian smiled and seduced.

"Bi Qiang, don't count it, as long as anyone with a brain knows that it is already difficult to create a poem about Zhenguo, not to mention that every capital has reached the height of Zhenguo and even the world, and it is still created in a short tea time, do you believe it?"

"Yes, this Ye Tianfen is obviously deliberately deceiving you, and the Queqiao Immortal should have been purchased by him from the down-and-out scholar who didn't open the Confucianism and Taoism Constellation, so we are very sure that he won't be able to come up with the second Zhenguo poem!"

Nie Hang, Shen Tuzhi, Zong Mingjun, and Wan Lin persuaded one after another.

"So you don't believe it?"

Ye Tian was also too lazy to speak, so he directly took out three poems from his hand, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them all into the Confucianism and Taoism Heavenly Plate.

"But Zhenguo!"

"But Zhenguo!"

"But Zhenguo!"

At the moment when three poems full of poems fell into the Confucianism and Taoism heaven, three more voices of ancient vicissitudes sounded.

Three brilliant Confucianism and Taoism mysteries emerged from the Confucianism and Taoism Heavenly Plate, and these three forces could lead to the vision of Confucianism and Taoism as long as they could find the lost people.

But in the end, it dissipated.

"The four towns, the four towns, the four towns, are wasted like this, oh my God......"

Bi Qiang's heart was so distressed that he cried bitterly on the ground.

Others, such as Nie Hang, Shen Tuzhi, Zong Mingjun, Wan Lin and others, all had deep shock in their eyes when they threw themselves at Ye Tian.

At this moment, they had no doubt that Ye Tianruo had really opened the Confucianism and Taoism Constellation, relying on the poems of Zhenguo, which was enough to become a great Confucian in a short period of time.

This is a great Confucian!

That cultivation is equivalent to the Sendai powerhouse of martial arts.

"Miss, with Ye Tiangongzi's potential and the ability he is showing now, you and him are really a match made in heaven!"

The old lady said meaningfully.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for causing a shock to more than a dozen people present, gaining 100 trillion experience points and 1 million merit points!"

At the same time, the system's prompt sounded.

"Bi Qiang, there are still six poems left, as long as you kneel down and beg me and take the initiative to admit defeat, these six poems are all yours. ”

The corners of Ye Tian's mouth showed a hint of cunning like an old fox, and he said with a smile.

"Bi Qiang, my grandfather is the elder of Xuanzong, a strong man in Sendai, if you betray this girl today, you will bear the consequences!"

Lan Yuemei's original mean face was all gloomy.

She really didn't expect that a young man who had never opened the Confucianism and Taoism stars at all would use Bi Qiang's heart with extraordinary poems.

If Bi Qiang really admits defeat, it means that she must be slapped by Zhuge Xiran!

This is undoubtedly unacceptable to her.

"Ye Tian, don't seduce me, I'm not a wall grass that blows on both sides, you want me to betray, no way!"

Bi Qiang stiffened his head and said with great distress.

In fact, when Ye Tian took out the Queqiao Immortal before, he was already moved.

But thinking about it carefully, he couldn't hold back again, because if he thought about Ye Tian, not only would he be spurned by his peers, but with Lan Yuemei's power in the True Transmission Palace, he would definitely not have a good time in the future.

"What about the poems that spread all over the world?"

Ye Tian slowly spread out his hand and said, "I'll read a few words to you casually, Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brush off your clothes and go to hide deep with your name ......"

"This poem should have a lofty artistic conception, giving people a sense of happiness and hatred, and the heaven and earth are free to me!"

At this moment, Rao was Yuan Taining, Nie Hang, Shen Tuzhi, Zong Mingjun, and Wan Lin, who didn't understand poetry very well, were also completely moved.

"Miss, this poem was written on the spot in front of you Ye Tiangongzi?

The old lady gasped and said in shock.

"It was taught to him by a master named Li Bai, and he didn't have this ability. ”

Zhuge Xi said angrily: "But this poem has never appeared in this world, as long as it is invested in Confucianism and Taoism, it is enough to spread the vision of the world!"

"Ye Tian, I want this poem, as long as you give it to me, I will promise you any conditions!"

Bi Qiang finally couldn't hold back the excitement and desire in his heart, and rushed towards Ye Tian like a mad dog.

"Oh, why didn't you say it earlier, I've already lost all of it. ”

Ye Tian flicked his fingers, and the poem was kneaded into a ball, and once again fell into the burning and decomposition of the heavenly disk.

"Spread the word!"

At the same time, a sound of ancient vicissitudes sounded in the Confucianism and Taoism Heavenly Disk.

Immediately, a terrifying Confucianism and Taoism aura rose to the sky, shining like a pillar of light, and finally dissipated under everyone's noses because of the ownerless.

"Crazy, really crazy, Ye Tian, do you know that if this poem is placed outside, it is a priceless treasure at all?"

Bi Qiang was so distressed that even the muscles of his face twitched.

"What? Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

Ye Tian was also stunned, and said jokingly: "But it doesn't matter, I still have five poems left, even if the grade of each one is not spread to the world, it is not far behind, as long as you admit defeat on the spot......"

"I promised, I promised, today's first Confucianism and Taoism test, I lost, I will kneel down for you, as long as you give me the rest of all the poems. ”

Bi Qiang's face was full of joy, and he knelt on the ground spinelessly, his face was stammering and flattering.

"Bi Qiang, you traitor who eats inside and out!"

Nie Hang, Shen Tuzhi, Zong Mingjun, and Wan Lin's popular noses were crooked.

"You can scold, as long as you get the remaining five poems, he can become a great Confucian in a short time, and then I will be a peerless genius of Xuanzong Confucianism, favored by the sect master, and doted on by the elders, what is the betrayal of?"

Bi Qiang danced proudly, and couldn't wait to take away Ye Tianshou's five poems, and looked at them seriously.

"A little bee, fly to the flowers, fly, fly...... What the hell?!"

Bi Qiang's face was ugly, and he opened the second article: "Find, find, find a friend, find a good friend, salute, shake hands, you are my good friend, goodbye...... See your grandma, what kind of?"

In the end, Bi Qiang pinched five bullshit poems with both hands, and roared like a mad dog: "Ye Tian, what are the remaining five poems that you bastard gave me? Even the poems of a three-year-old child are good!"

"Oh, don't slander me, these five nursery rhymes are for children between three and five years old, how can they not even be written by three-year-old children?"

Ye Tian shrugged his shoulders and said very innocently.