Meng Gong stood at the top, looking at the crowd, there were strangers and familiar people in the crowd, and there were even a few of them like him

They are old and pedantic, they have gray hair, and their eyes seem to have gone through the cycle of time, exuding a wise gaze.

They looked at the geniuses of the Seven Kingdoms, nodded and shook their heads one after another, and when they saw Chaoge, there was a different look in their eyes.

Looking at the people of the Seven Kingdoms in this crowd, Meng Gong's eyes exuded dazzling brilliance: "The last battle, start!"

The final battle finally began, Chaoge's eyes sank, and he thought in his heart: "Since this is the Seven Kingdoms, and it is a place for people from the Seven Kingdoms to test their talents, we will decide whether we win or lose with our literary talents!"

Literary talent...... The people of the other six countries looked at each other.

This was indeed the fairest approach, as they were all good readers of poetry, and many of them were a few years older than Chaoge.

They live longer than Chaoge, and the things they see are better than Chaoge, so they don't believe it, they will be worse than Chaoge!

The little monk of the Turkic people seemed to have some cunning in his eyes: "Everyone, the game, naturally there is a win or loss, but it is always a waste of time to compare and match, how about we decide the situation with a poem." ”

This little monk has a big tone, Ling Yun of the Song Kingdom, looking at the little monk with a look that you are sure, this little monk is the youngest of the seven kingdoms, and it stands to reason that his strength should be the weakest.

I just heard him say this, and his tone seemed a little sure.

Determine the world with a poem...... Hehe, when he was the craziest, he wasn't as crazy as he was.

Such an arrogant person has someone else to receive!

Chinese people, Ye Qing Buddha beads, chanted: Amitabha, little monk, you are a member of my Buddhist sect, how can you not leave half a point for others when you speak. ”

"Leeway...... "The little monk is not afraid of the ground, and he interjected: "If Tianzhu can promise me 100,000 Turkic iron horses, then you are qualified to talk to me about leeway!"

"Our Khan has said that if any other country dares to hinder our victory in the Seven Kingdoms this time, my Turkic iron cavalry will not be spared!"

Threat, naked threat, victory of the Seven Kingdoms is the dream of every talented man, and that is the highest achievement of a student's life.

Not one of them.

There are ten years in life, and how many ten years end in loneliness.

But as a Tang and Tang man, how can he lose with his arrogance, if the Turkic iron horsemen want to step on their country, please trample on their arrogance first.

"Little monk, take it!"

From the Peacock Country, the flower Wuyue West spoke first:

"A thousand hammers have been carved out of the mountains,

The fire burns as if it were idle.

I'm not afraid of broken bones,

Leave innocence in the world. ”

Good poems, Meng Gong couldn't help but praise them, and even those white-haired old scholars were shocked, and they couldn't help but look at one more flower without a moon.

I thought, I didn't expect that the demonic spirit in the long demon still smelled of fat powder Hua Wuyue.

I didn't feel like I had a presence in the last game, but now when he speaks, I really feel how powerful he is!

The little monk is wearing a purple robe today, pleasing a festive meaning, he doesn't look at the flowers and the moon, the Turks don't like the elders more feminine men the most, there is no manhood at all, even if the poem is done well, it also reveals a feminine taste, vice!

"That Hua Wuyue, right, don't you want to find death, I'll let you die quickly. ”

"The black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, and the armor light opens to the sun.

The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple.

Half a roll of red flags is in the water, and the frost is heavy and the cold is silent.

repay the king's will on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king. ”

The little monk's words fell, and everyone took a big breath, this little monk's tone was too much, the army pressed the border, the mountains and rivers were stained with blood, the country was ruined, and what was the situation of them at that time.

This flower Wuyue was also suppressed by the sores in the poem, the rivers and mountains were stained with blood, and the rivers and mountains were broken. The country is ruined......

That scene made Hua Wuyue dare not think about it, and when he thought about it, he couldn't help but be afraid, he took a step back and muttered, "I lost!"

Hua Wuyue admitted defeat, and the others were also stunned......

Only then did they remember that the Turks had only 30,000 iron horsemen to occupy one-third of the territory of the Celestial Star Kingdom, and if they used 100,000 to deal with their own country, what kind of scene would it be like for the mountains and rivers to be broken and the wind was fluttering.

If you win or lose for a while, and your country falls into a state of destruction, it is really too late to cry.

What's more, the height of this poem has long exceeded their strength.

The army of the capital pressed the border, and the country was ruined. They...... What to compare ......

Chao Ge clenched his fists, remembering the scene that the second Turkic prince said, the people of the land that were conquered by the Turks lived a miserable life every day.

The ugly faces of those invaders became fierce towards the song, and a violent wind rose out of thin air.

They are afraid, but I am not afraid!

"The Yellow River is thousands of miles of sand, and the waves are blowing from the end of the world.

Now go straight to the Milky Way and go to the home of the morning glory weaver girl. ”

With the fall of the song of the court......

The meandering water of the Yellow River, which runs through the joys and sorrows of the Tianxing Kingdom for 800 years, blends into the rise and fall, and it carries the memory of every land in the Tianxing Country and flows into the hearts of the people of every Tianxing Country.

Chao Ge's hand fell gently, and the rushing water of the Yellow River seemed to fall from the sky, and it was turbulent, sweeping the place as far as the eye could see......

Chao Ge said softly: "Who dares to come to fight!"