Even if he was alone, surrounded by everyone, Jiao Yuan's expression was still extremely presumptuous. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yang Can, my poem has come out, who is it that is too scared to speak?" Jiao Yuan's expression was aggressive.

The people on the field all cast their eyes on Yang Can to see if he could make poems under such heavy pressure, and what kind of poems would he make?

Especially Jiang Xiaotong, with a pair of sheared autumn pupils, stared at Yang Can without blinking, and his expression was extremely complicated.

Looking at Jiao Yuan in front of him, constantly shouting, looking at Ye Chen, Yu Dong and others, with a look of schadenfreude waiting to fall into the well, Yang Can couldn't help sneering in his heart, dare to play poetry in front of me, I will torture you to death.

In the eyes of everyone who were either threatening or sneering or worried or expectant, Yang Can slowly picked up the pen, at this moment, all his Shenhua was restrained, from head to toe, a complete scribe.

Yang Can knows that in this life, he will inevitably play multiple roles, but with Tai Chi Kung Fu, he must be who he is pretending to be, and I am acting like whomever I am.

Many people looked at Yang Can's expression, and their expressions gradually changed, those originally worried expressions turned into expectations at the moment, and those originally sneering expressions became even more disdainful.

Yang Can waved the pen in his hand, only to feel straight, he was completely integrated into the feelings of the original poet at this moment.

Hehe!

It turned out that as a great writer, it turned out to be such a mood, everyone was drunk, and I was awake alone, it was a completely detached mentality.

"This kid, why hasn't he put pen to paper, he must have no words in his belly, I don't know how to start, right?"

"When it comes to pretending, I think Yang Can's skills are indeed incomparable. ”

Several disgusting words kept ringing, and they were swept away by Chen Tianhao's gaze and stopped suddenly.

Yang Can ignored everything, he sat on his wrists and fingers with his shoulders and elbows, and constantly used the key points of Tai Chi, his mind was calm, he was guarding the dantian, and soon entered the state of Tai Chi.

Originally, there were some people who wanted to interfere with Yang Can's writing, but they were stunned to find that Yang Can's body was a world of its own and could not be invaded at all.

Yang Can sensed the pen in his hand and found that this was the fur from the Purple Wolf King, which was very suitable for writing, with moderate softness and hardness.

"Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blown down, the stars are like rain. Yang Can only wrote these thirteen words, and saw that the scene in front of him changed greatly.

The literary atmosphere showed a blowout trend, and on his side, the clouds were steaming, like colorful clouds, which looked extremely good.

A warm east wind blew, and everyone took a deep breath, and they really sensed the breath of spring from this east wind.

As far as the eye can see, the flower trees in Jiangzhou City are constantly blooming, this is not a decorative flower tree, but a flower tree is really blooming.

Flowers are blooming one after another, not only thousands of trees, but also tens of millions, only this poem has caused the earth to rejuvenate.

"This, this, this is not an illusion?!"

A group of people were amazed, they saw the real flowers blooming, and smelled bursts of refreshing fragrance.

"It's blooming, it's blooming, this is a dream peach blossom that has always been punctual, how could it bloom in advance, it's too strange. ”

Yang Can's poem, if Sanskrit is singing, is full of strange power in this chanting.

"This is not an ordinary realm? This poem is not a matter of presenting visions, but communicating with heaven and earth, changing the seasons, how is this possible, isn't it only the poems made by saints that have such great power?"

The people of Jiangzhou shouted one after another, it was the first time they had seen such a magnificent spectacle.

Even Yang Can himself felt excited, when he wrote this poem, due to coincidence, he had a feeling of reading through the world.

Jiao Yuan's face became ugly and ugly, his eyes were about to pop out, and he stared at Yang Can stubbornly, ten thousand people didn't believe it.

Jiao Yuan has always been a genius in the demon clan, he has not only learned martial arts to a considerable level, but also ranked first in the demon world.

Unexpectedly, when he came to Jiangzhou City, he thought that he could be swept with poetry, but this kid who came out of nowhere was a hundred times more fierce than him.

Ye Chen and Yu Dong glanced at each other, their faces were particularly ugly, and they were desperate to find that it was a very unreliable thing to stump Yang Can in poetry.

"Look, what is that? What a spectacular celestial phenomenon!"

Everyone looked up together, only to see the sky in front of them, one after another meteor showers, constantly falling, more spectacular than the fireworks just now, thousands of times more spectacular.

"Is it really even the stars that have blown down? Is this incredible? Isn't that the light that keeps going on and off?"

A group of people shouted incredulously, even the old master, who was usually reserved, could not maintain his original calm.

Even Yang Can stopped his pen and looked up at this moment, he didn't expect that such a magical thing would happen under his pen.

In the distance, in the astronomical hall of the imperial city, which is a place dedicated to recording celestial phenomena, an old man is reading in the museum, his expression is extremely focused.

"Owner, there is a vision. A young man stumbled in, a strange look on his face.

So, the owner walked out together to watch this sudden vision of heaven and earth.

The young man hurriedly found pen and ink and wrote it down carefully, on the fifteenth day of the first month of a certain year in the Great Qin calendar, a large-scale meteor shower occurred at the boundary of Jiangzhou.

Yang Can calmed down and continued to write: "The BMW carved car is full of incense, the sound of the phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns brightly, and the fish and dragon dance all night. ”

After the meteor shower disappears.

The vision continued to appear, and there were BMW carved cars in the sky, horses and horses, flying cars were gorgeous, and along the way, there were bursts of strange fragrance, so that the people of the entire Jiangzhou City looked up, and it was a bit suspicious of the non-human feeling.

The phoenix in the sky roared, the flute moved for nine days, and the strange brilliance kept circulating, this is the real ichthyosaurus flying, not fish lanterns and dragon lanterns.

"It's the best poetry I've ever seen in my life, not one of them. Meng Lu, who came from the imperial city, sighed deeply on the side.

Yang Can continued to write with a pen: "Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. ”

Colorful and beautiful girls and women appeared in the air, and they were dressed one by one, all of which were magical in the world, laughing and laughing in the air, and the dark fragrance was lingering.

A figure, standing with his hands in his hands, a pair of eyes, kept staring at these beauties, looking at his expression, obviously looking for someone.

Judging from the silhouette, this figure looks very much like Yang Can, one is writing hard, and the other is already standing in the air.

Yang Can didn't stop, and continued to write: "Suddenly looking back, the person was there, and the lights were dim. ”

At this moment, a dim light happened to shine on Jiang Xiaotong, her figure was lonely and cold, and there was a little bit of a smell of the lights.

At this point, the whole poem ends, but the vision it creates will not be forgotten for a long time.

In the sky above this manuscript, the tone of the text is constantly rising, and there is no boundary, only at the beginning of writing, it has reached the point of spreading to the world.

Yang Can gently put down the pen in his hand and sighed slightly, as if he was still quite dissatisfied.

A group of people surrounded Yang Can, all of them wanted to make a shot, this poem was written at this level, you are still not satisfied, let other people's faces, where to put them?

Yang Can saw everyone's gaze, and felt quite aggrieved in his heart, he was really dissatisfied, the Tai Chi state, in the case just now, did not play to the extreme.

Jiao Yuan's eyes were full of light, looking at his expression, there was a possibility of going crazy at any time, Chen Tianhao and the others were secretly vigilant.

"I really didn't expect that in your Jiangzhou City, there is such a poetry genius, I lost this game, and I was convinced. But I won't give up on this, and I should come back in a year. ”

The momentum on Jiao Yuan's body gradually dissipated, but the fierce and unruly expression remained unchanged, like thunder rumbling, constantly echoing.

The entire Jiangzhou City erupted in laughter, from the early stage of the poem, the contempt for Jiaoyuan, to the despair in the hearts of everyone as soon as Jiaoyuan's love poem came out, until Yang Can's poem full of emotion, completely erupted.

This incident is simply a twist and turn, and the joy after despair makes people feel even more excited, and this victory is really hard-won.

Except for a very few, Yang Can's sworn enemy, the rest of the people were all rejoicing, eager to run to tell each other, and continue to spread this poem all over the world.

Jiao Yuan felt very uncomfortable, he snorted coldly, and was about to leave, full of momentum, and the entire Moon Tower was shaking.

Who knows, at this moment, the seventh prince suddenly shouted: "In the territory of our human race, how can we allow your demon clan to run rampant? Meng Lu, take him down." ”

originally thought that this matter would come to an end, but who expected that the seventh prince would suddenly become powerful.

Don't look at the elegance of the seventh prince when he was not powerful, but his face sank, and it was with an indescribable majesty.

Meng Lu agreed, and flew towards Jiao Yuan, and in his hand, I don't know when, there was an extra heavy pen.

This momentum is too strong, look at Meng Lu getting up, just like a cannonball, a distance of several zhang, swept away, a pestle out, and it is as heavy as a mountain.

Even Chen Tianhao and the others changed color one after another, and they really couldn't imagine that Meng Lu's momentum was much more powerful than them.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that there were many masters here, so I was wrong. But if you want to catch me, it's still impossible. In the long laughter, Jiao Yuan's body swung and he was in the air. (To be continued.) )