"Hahahaha. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" I don't know who it was, took the lead in laughing, and then, the audience was full of laughter.

"I heard you right, a little kid wants to compete with the Holy Master?

"This little doll is really bold, let alone now, in a few decades, he may not be able to win Dean He Gu. ”

"It's just that it's too much to do. ”

The crowd was full of ridicule.

Lin Hua also frowned, although this He Hongda is annoying, but his strength from the saint is real, and He Hongda is not famous for writing books, but for writing poems, there is a poem in the poetry strategy, and his author is He Hongda.

"Interesting, you want to compare with me to write poetry?" He Hongda was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Why, don't you dare?" Li Gufan raised his eyebrows.

"Joke, don't say I'm bullying you, Bishi, I'm really not afraid of anyone. He Hongda said angrily, how could he be looked down upon by a small ass.

"Then less nonsense, to gamble or not to gamble?"

He Hongda glanced coldly at the Heavenly Dao Divine Academy, and then said with a cruel smile: "Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you." ”

No one objected to this competition, after all, it depends on Li Gufan's foolishness, which still accounts for the majority.

If the emperor did not object, then naturally no one objected.

Who can guess the emperor's thoughts, but now the emperor should also want to see the ability of this young man who made hand-me-down poems.

"I don't bully you, I make a nine-foot talent poem, if you can surpass me, you win. He Hongda pretended to be magnificent, but he was sneering in his heart, I really don't believe that you can make a thunder robbery poem with just one work.

Li Gufan looked at him quietly and did not answer.

Some of the people around him sneered, and some of them looked worried.

At this time, in front of He Hongda, the virtual interface appeared.

Everyone hurriedly looked at it, and the poems written by the holy powerhouses were at least superior. And it has its own meaning, which is rare on weekdays, so with this opportunity, those students naturally want to watch it carefully.

After a moment of rest, the poem appears on the virtual interface.

The poem is pneumatic, and the nine-foot talent is just right.

Everyone was in an uproar, and secretly sighed in their hearts that He Hongda deserved to write poems and follow the saints, and his whole body was cultivated to the heavens and the earth, and he actually said that if he wrote a nine-foot poem, he would write a nine-foot poem, no more, no less, which requires strong perception and control.

On the contrary, people looked at Li Gufan with a lot of sympathy.

No one thought he could outperform Hongda, even if he wrote a hand-me-down poem.

"It's your turn. He Hongda said with a smile, he himself was very satisfied, nine-foot poems, even if he was ordinary, he couldn't make them casually, but today is different, there are not a few saints gathered here today, and the saint can be said to have left the mortal body, and if he stands close to the saint, his ability will naturally improve.

When Li Gufan saw the nine-foot poem, he sighed in his heart that this was really powerful, but he didn't have half a cowardice in his heart, but he had a sense of challenge.

Not caring about the eyes of the people around him, Li Gufan took a deep breath, and he was already prepared in his mind.

The virtual interface appears, and the title Yamai Autumn Twilight appears at the top.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The first two sentences appeared, and suddenly there was a feeling of clear spring and flowing water, as if in the middle of the mountains, the sky was washed by rain, and under the bright moon, people were lying on the stones, listening to the sound of flowing water around them.

Seven feet of talent.

"What!"

"Impossible, seven feet talented. ”

"God, is he going to write another poem for generations? ”

The people around him exclaimed, they couldn't believe their eyes, but the feeling was strong.

Li Gufan took a deep breath and continued to write.

The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat.

Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

"Boom!" Heaven and earth suddenly changed color at this moment.

A cloud of calamity condensed over the square.

"Thunder Robbery Poem!" someone said in disbelief.

"No, he actually wrote a thunder poem. ”

"God, Lei Zheng's poetry talent has broken ten feet, and he can write two poems with a talent of ten feet in his life. ”

The people around exclaimed.

Everyone had a look of surprise on their faces.

But He Hongda's face was particularly ugly.

The disciples of Huairen Academy behind him also changed their faces greatly, and the dean of Huairen Academy sitting on the high platform was also a little angry, he originally thought that no matter how powerful this Li Gufan was, it was impossible to be more powerful than He Hongda, in terms of strength, he thought that it was very simple to defeat He Hongda, but in terms of poetry, he was only half a catty and eight taels with He Hongda, and even sometimes not as good as He Hongda.

But that doesn't change the fact that the poem is a thunder poem.

"Boom!" thunder tribulation descended into the world, like the end of the world.

Although some people's mood is low, many more are envious and admired.

A bucket-thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky and fell directly on the poem.

Thunder and lightning did not cause harm to the people around them.

is simply a baptism for this poem, and the thunder robbery poem is different from the heirloom poem.

The thunder robbery poem is the reinforcement poem itself, and the heirloom poem is the reinforcement of the person itself, and there is an essential difference between the two.

Lei Tribulation is like a silver dragon, swimming on the poem, and a picture is gradually presented in front of the world.

In the picture, it has just rained on the mountain, and the cool weather at night brings autumn. The pine forests are bathed in the moonlight, and the clear spring water flows over the stones of the riverbed. When the women who washed their clothes returned, there was laughter and noise in the bamboo forest, and the fishing boats went down the river to stir the lotus leaves. If you can't keep the fragrance of spring, let it go, but I myself want to live in this beautiful mountain.

Looking at the women who were doing the laundry, everyone felt a little drunk, they looked ordinary, but their temperament was extraordinary, they were barefoot, playing on the clear spring, although they were women, they were quite like a group of young girls.

Then, the picture disappeared, the thunder tribulation dissipated, and the autumn twilight of the mountain dwelling in the virtual interface was truly visible at this moment.

The poem glows silvery and is clearly visible even in daylight.

"The baptism of thunder, the poem is ten feet, this son is extraordinary. Emperor Xuanyuan smiled from ear to ear, no matter what, Li Gufan was his people, and the stronger Li Gufan was, the happier he was.

And the crowd did not speak, because according to this trend, this poem will definitely be included in the poetry for future generations to read.

Sure enough, in mid-air, the book appeared, and the Lei Zheng poem automatically floated up, and the pages of the poem were turned over page by page, and when they reached a blank, the Lei Zheng poem was pasted there.

And the next moment, in everyone's hearts, the autumn evening of the mountain dwelling appeared.

People all over the mainland were shocked, following the last poem, I didn't expect there to be another one so soon, is this a sign that the human race is going to prosper?

And when they saw the poem, they were stunned.

"Li Gufan? it's him again. ”

"Hey, Li Gufan, why is this name a little familiar?"

"God, isn't this Li Gufan confirmed by the Scholarly Academy to be a rural boy with no talent? Why did he write another thunder robbery poem? ”

......

The human races all over the mainland have responded, Li Gufan's reputation is dry, at this moment, all the gossip is self-defeating, what is behind the help of the destined people, what luck, are all fake.

At this time, even those ordinary people knew that all this was a conspiracy of the Shuxiang Academy, how could anyone make so many good poems without being discovered by the Divine Stone? No, definitely not, so these poems were written by Li Gufan himself, he is a person with real talent.

Li Gufan's face was very calm, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who seemed to have lost his soul, he smiled and said, "Go slowly, don't send it." ”