A pen, a blank sheet of paper?

At this time, not only the hundred contestants who fought their way out of the encirclement, but also the countless spectators below, all looked puzzled and puzzled. Ω 』Δ Ｅ＊．』

What does this second round of "Wendou" mean?

Everyone looked at the man in official uniform who was presiding over the fight, he just smiled, and he didn't mean to explain.

And at this moment, among the hundreds of people, a few people suddenly started writing.

Ye Yu is one of them.

However, the most attention-grabbing at this time was a young man in a noble brocade robe.

Before he stood on the platform, his hands did not move, but the brush was controlled by an invisible force, and it was dancing fast.

Pen walk dragon snake!

Roar!

At this moment, with the movement of the brush, on the white paper in front of the brocade-clothed man, a golden dragon and a huge tiger rose.

"Look, it's Shen Qianyan, the third prince of the Zhenguo Mansion!"

"These three sons are the most mysterious heirs of Zhenguo Gong, and it is rumored that they are the reincarnation of an ancient saint. ”

At this time, under the jade platform, everyone was discussing.

On the jade platform.

Shen Qianyan was high in the air above his head.

The dragon and the tiger are both majestic bodies, hovering in the sky, the tiger roaring and the dragon groaning, with a terrifying momentum that dominates the world and is the only one.

This scene shocked many people.

At this time, the look of satisfaction on the referee's face also made many contestants suddenly.

This literary fight turned out to be a battle with pen and ink, integrating one's own will into the blank paper.

As soon as I thought about this, many contestants put pen to paper.

One after another, the momentum rose to the sky.

However, the dragon and tiger momentum of Shen Qianyan, the third prince of the Zhenguo Mansion, dominates the leader, and has a powerful momentum of commanding the Quartet.

At this time, Ye Yu stood there, and the brush in his hand never stopped.

However, the blank paper in front of him did not move at all.

You know, he was one of the first people to put pen to paper.

And because of Ye Yu's previous performance, many people's eyes have actually been paying attention to him.

At this time, Ye Yu's performance suddenly made many people's expressions flash with a trace of surprise.

This mysterious young man in the golden mask, doesn't he know anything about literature?

Otherwise, he was the first person to put pen to paper, why has so long passed, and there is no movement on the blank paper.

"Sure enough, there is no all-round wizard in this world. ”

"Indeed, this golden masked boy is indeed powerful, and his methods are mysterious, but this 'Wen Dou' is probably going to be at the bottom. ”

Below, there was a whisper of spectators.

These voices naturally couldn't escape Ye Yu's ears.

However, his face was calm, without waves, and he still traced one stroke at a time, and seemed to be silent.

"Boom"

Not far away, in the white paper in front of a young man in a fluttering white robe, a brilliant sword suddenly rushed out, stained with mottled blood, as if he had drunk the blood of thousands of living beings, revealing a terrifying will to kill all living beings in the world.

"Aang!"

Not far away, the battle between the dragon and the tiger, which was supposed to be the leader, suddenly let out a roar of fear.

The blood-colored sword that pierced the sky, exuding an extremely terrifying and tragic killing aura, was far away from the dragon and tiger, and did not fall behind.

"That's the peerless pride of the Blood God Temple, the Blood Saint Son!"

"I didn't expect him to be able to depict such a domineering and powerful will to kill with a mortal pen!"

"Terrible!"

Everyone was shocked.

The blood-colored sword that pierced into the sky rushed straight into the nine skies, stirring the clouds, which was extremely shocking and made everyone feel terrified.

"Boom"

And at this moment, an equally not weak aura rushed out of the white paper on another desk.

"Roar!"

It was an ancient demon ape that looked up to the sky and roared, with a body of 9,000 zhang tall, towering in the sky, like a pillar of the sky, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

"Demon Saint Son of the Demon Palace!"

"Tianjiao of the demon clan actually has a study of the way of literature?"

"In ancient times, the demon clan had the power to trace the totem and pass it on to future generations, this demon saint son should have drawn the totem of his ancestors and integrated it into his own immortal will to manifest this huge primeval demon ape!"

The crowd shook again.

At this time, the primeval demon ape, with a burly body and blood-red eyes, seemed to be burning flames, blazing incomparably, staring at the heavens and the earth.

Dragon and tiger vision, the big sword in the sky, the ancient demon ape.

These three ancient and powerful visions exude a terrifying and unbeatable will, and they dominate the scene.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" ......

At this time, the other contestants also traced one after another, and a group of powerful aura and will phantoms rushed out of the blank paper, roaring for nine days.

There are turquoise ancient trees, bronze dragon tripods, crimson swords, golden giants......

However, although these visions were powerful, they were more than a little weaker than the visions of Shen Qianyan, the Blood Saint Son, and the Demon Saint Son.

At this time, the only thing left off the field was Ye Yu.

At this moment, the eyes of countless people, including the referee in official uniforms, including the contestants, were all focused on Ye Yu.

These gazes are all the gazes of a group of True Immortal Realms, and they contain extremely terrifying power.

Although it was unintentional at this time, it was indeed implemented on Ye Yu.

Airplanes!

Like a great mountain, it fell from a high altitude and suppressed Ye Yu's back.

However, Ye Yu's eyes did not move, his arms were steady, and he continued to trace on the white paper.

"What the hell is he depicting?"

"Are you pretending to be a ghost?"

This golden-masked boy was the first person to write at that time, but he didn't expect that he was the last person to put pen to paper. ”

"Maybe, the pen won't be able to fall. ”

Some people laughed proudly, thinking that Ye Yu was just pretending.

However, there is no time limit for this fight.

Therefore, everyone was depressed and waiting for Ye Yu.

Ye Yu was concentrating at the moment, and he didn't seem to notice the abnormality of the people around him at all, and he was still unhurried, tracing on the white paper.

On the heavenly dome, in the void.

Princess Tianyue looked at Ye Yu at the bottom and kept tracing it, her expression showed a trace of doubt, but at the same time with a curiosity.

She could see clearly that Ye Yu was the first person to write.

But, what is it that has kept him depicting for so long?

Words, calligraphy and paintings, or ancient beasts?

"Princess, this man must be pretending. Beside her, the maid's crystal little mouth moved, and she suddenly snorted coldly.

"Not necessarily. ”

Princess Tianyue shook her head and said with a faint smile: "Wait." ”

Next, everyone, including the countless spectators below, including the contestants who had been depicted a long time ago, including the bigwigs of the Great Qin Dynasty in the stands.

They were all staring at the golden-masked boy in the green shirt.

An Hour...... Two Hours...... Three Hours......

One day...... Two days...... Three days!

Three full days passed, and Ye Yu was still tracing on the white paper.

If it weren't for Princess Tianyue faintly spitting out the word "wait" the next day.

I'm afraid that Ye Yu would have been knocked off the stage by the angry crowd now.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, the brush fell.

Ye Yu took a deep breath.

He looked at the tracing on the white paper, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth, "Finally finished ......"

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[Recommend a good-looking fantasy to friends: Xue Zhiqian's "Ancient Dragon Emperor Formula"]

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