Finally, under the watchful eye of all people, Wang Sheng wrote the third word - "book"!

"It's terrible, the book is the life of the book fairy, and as soon as the book comes out, the sky is dark."

After about two minutes of darkness, the old genius returned to the light, and Dou Shi continued.

After another minute, seven words had already appeared on the ink cloud, which happened to be a sentence.

This Wang Sheng writes very carefully, and every word is poured into his life's learning.

It's no wonder that he can write such a poem with such a rich artistic conception in a short period of thought.

What did he write?

"I read from my book? It seems to be a patchwork, but in fact, it is all-encompassing and hides mysteries. ”

"I have a feeling, I deserve to be a book fairy, although I still can't read it, but I believe that after reading it, I will be empowered!"

In addition to cultivators, the most people in the True Martial Continent are scholars, and they are very happy at this time.

"It is the luck of my three lives to be able to see the book fairy masterpiece, and I must copy this sentence."

Not only the readers, but even the sea gods are also slightly bowed, and the aftertaste is endless.

"Wang Sheng, this guy really has two strokes, and his rhetoric is really good."

The Blood Monarch was envious, in fact, Wang Sheng was just averagely handsome, but he had flirted with so many fairies.

The biggest reason for this is that the fairies have taken a fancy to his talent.

Because in this world where fists are respected, there are not many immortals who are so talented.

Lu Fan's expression was indifferent, he didn't make too many waves in his heart, and quietly looked at the ink cloud.

Ink clouds can be psychic, and as long as the talent is enough, it can become colorful auspicious clouds.

Looking at the corners of the ink cloud, it has become colorful, which is the result of talent.

Wang Sheng's poem can be said to be talented, but it only hangs a little bit of color.

It can be seen from this how much talent it takes to turn the ink cloud into a colorful auspicious cloud.

Mu Yu was also staring at the ink cloud, sneering at this thing, not caring at all.

He was thinking, "Why do you like all these bells and whistles, can't it be over when you leave?" ”

Looking at the towering tree and the others again, a hint of banter flashed in their eyes, and they were almost embarrassed.

Lu Han and Wang Sheng have already made a bet, and if he loses, they will kowtow to him and admit their mistakes.

If Wang Sheng loses, he doesn't need to do anything, just introduce him to a few fairies.

In the next second, Wang Sheng's expression suddenly became excited, and he was full of poetry and waves.

Finally, a complete poem came out, squarely engraved on the ink cloud.

"I am a book from my book, and you write a bad person with a bad pen. Even though the pheasant has nine wings, it is difficult to fly and the branches become phoenixes. ”

Wow!

This poem is written in one go, and the artistic conception is extraordinary, as magnificent as the vast sea on the other side.

"Good poetry!"

All the readers in the reading world applauded the case, and their eyes shone brightly.

"After countless eras, the scholar fairy has published a new poem, and this poem will surely be immortal for thousands ......of years."

There is a private school gentleman, who can't wait to copy it down and devote himself to annotating this poem.

"Huh...... Why is this also called poetry? ”

Lu Fan smiled contemptuously, forgive me for being embarrassed, just this broken sentence? Return the book fairy?

It's a shame that the group of stupid melons below still regard this as a treasure, which is really laughing to death.

Maybe that's the expert effect!

As a book fairy, Wang Sheng, a casual fart is fragrant to those who read.

Rumble ......

"Look over there, the ink clouds are hanging in all colors, except for the middle part, all of them are lit up."

It's horrible!

How many great sages have been there in the past 10,000 years, at most they have hung three colors, and the five colors have never been seen.

"The Book Immortal is the Book Immortal, a colorful divine poem, and it only took him a few minutes to write it......"

How many literati champions, after exhausting their lifelong learning, may not be able to write a colorful poem.

"Actually, there is no need to compare, Emperor Qingqiu has already lost, and it is impossible for him to write colorful divine poems."

At this moment, the colorful glow shines on the earth, soothing all things.

This is an auspicious omen, indicating the unfathomable talent and learning of the book immortal.

"Hmph, it's your turn, in fact, you can also admit defeat, I don't need you to kowtow."

Because Wang Sheng's goal was achieved, he just wanted to borrow Lu Fan to reproduce the power of the Book Immortal.

He has written colorful poems, and he has earned all the limelight, so there is no need to bring deep hatred.

Besides, who dares to make Zu Long kneel, the bet is just a process.

Wang Sheng looked at Mu Yu behind Lu Fan, and couldn't help but squint his eyes to avoid his edge.

"You're so confident, I can write 800 poems a day with your broken verses."

Lu Fan scoffed, at this time he already had a poem in his heart, which could definitely crush Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng said with a smile: "The tone is quite crazy, so let's do it, if you can write three-color poems, I will give you the name of the book fairy and become your scholar." ”

"If you can't write, I won't embarrass you, you just have to bow to me."

After hearing this, the immortals looked sideways.

This Wang Sheng is really a good abacus, and he wants to turn the war into a jade silk, the high branch of the Panlong clan.

Lu Fan shrugged his shoulders, it didn't matter what conditions Wang Sheng mentioned, he couldn't win anyway.

"I'm sorry, I'm only interested in fairies, and as for you, it's just a clown."

Lu Fan was unsympathetic, and immediately pointed into a pen and waved it on another ink cloud.

"He started to write, I don't know what good sentences the talented and beautiful Qingqiu Emperor can write!"

Looking forward to it, although the Women's Sorrow Alliance is not optimistic about Lu Fan, it is also looking forward to it.

"Don't think about it, there is no absolutely perfect person in this world, his talent should be average."

If a person is so handsome and so talented, will he still let people live?

Almost all the people who eat melons are not optimistic about Lu Fan, only his ladies are full of joy.

"From the confident eyes of the husband, it can be seen that the husband is nine times out of ten."

Leng Yue and Xue Niang are actually very anxious in their hearts.

If they hadn't been going to sit in Qingqiu, they would have flown to Lu Fan's side to call him.

Here, Lu Fan has already put pen to paper.

I saw that he wrote down a "one" word impartially, which began with one word, which was unremarkable.

The second word, "pole", is still unremarkable until the fourth word.

"Guns!"

That's a "gun" word.

Thundered!

The light of the sky began to rage, and endless black clouds surged, manifesting the same celestial phenomenon as before.

"Talent! He's got a lot of talent! ”

Everyone was shocked, he only wrote the fourth word, and the edge of the ink cloud was hung with colors.

This is terrifying, faster than Wang Sheng's!

Under this talent, everything began to recover, and even the grass on the wall became strong.

Seeing this, Mu Yu hurriedly conveyed immortal qi to Lu Fan to help him maintain the general trend of heaven and earth.

Under the watchful eye, Lu Fan's pen posture became more and more casual, but he did not lose his talent.

From beginning to end, heaven and earth have not stopped for a while, the wind and clouds are changing, and the weather is myriad.

Finally, under the illumination of the colorful glow, a poem was born!

Looking at this colorful poem, Wang Sheng's eyes were full of horror and he muttered.

"A spear is empty to the sun, and there is no ridiculous silver needle into the sea, persuade the king to go two or three feet, and seven flowers and flowers will be paste!"

"It's simply ...... Verses of God! ”