Everyone has their own thoughts, and a few people are still worried about him, but Li Gufan himself is not worried at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Fu Hua saw his calm appearance, he rushed up with anger, looking at him as if he had won it.

"Hmph, wait a minute, I'll let you lose convincingly, I see if you can still put on such a calm and relaxed expression!" Fu Hua sneered inwardly, he also felt that he had won.

He can be said to be an invincible opponent in the academy, except for the teacher, there is no one who can be higher than him in terms of talent and talent.

Whether it is writing poems, ancient texts, or novels, he is a well-deserved first, so Fu Hua is very confident, and he imagines that Li Gufan will not be able to win him no matter what.

And on the hill, people are whispering, discussing the topic of who will win.

"It must be Brother Wrinkled Hua, what kind of goods is that kid, but he just came in by relying on Hua Zewen's connections. ”

"That is, if he really has the ability, he would have been admitted by his own ability, and he still needs to go through the back door. ”

"That's right, it must be Brother Fuhua who wins, and I have pressed all my belongings for this. ”

......

"Vice Dean, who do you think will win?" Wang Qiwen leaned over and asked with a smile.

The deputy dean of the tall Ma University pondered for a moment and said, "After all, Fu Hua is a third-year student, and it is already a sure thing that he will win. ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Qiwen immediately burst into laughter and said, "Then I will inherit your good words, vice president." ”

The vice dean nodded, a smile on his face.

Lin Wei snorted coldly on the side: "It's just the third grade, don't underestimate my students too much." ”

Vice Dean Shen Lekang's smile froze slightly, and he didn't speak, but Wang Qiwen's face was gloomy: "Your student, when did your student beat my student? That Meng Qiu didn't work before, and now this Li Gufan can't do it, do you think I don't know that this Li Gufan was met by chance and then forcibly pulled to the second class? It's too naïve to want to defeat me on this basis." ”

"Hmph, the winner is not decided, you speak big now, be careful and become your laughing stock in the future. Lin Wei did not show weakness at all.

Wang Qiwen sneered and stopped talking.

At this point, the next game is about to begin.

The essay exam is divided into three stages, the first stage is poetry, the second stage is ancient literature, and the third stage is fiction.

And in the first stage, Fu Hua had absolute confidence to defeat Li Gufan.

Because of the existence of the Divine Stone, they also have a virtual interface.

As long as you think about the poems in your heart, the poems you think about will be presented on the virtual interface.

Untie the three-leaf autumn and bloom February flowers.

The first sentence appeared, and the anger surged.

Li Gufan nodded inwardly, he was talented, not bad.

Fu Hua sneered in his heart, thinking that this time you will definitely lose.

Thousands of feet of waves across the river, into the bamboo ten thousand poles slanted.

The last two sentences appeared, and they were only five feet three.

The results are very good, and the students around me are also amazed.

"Five feet three!"

"Oh my God, only Brother Fuhua can make poems of this realm. ”

"It's really right that I crushed Brother Hua, five feet three, even that Meng Qiu can't do it. ”

In the pavilion, Wang Qiwen and Shen Lekang both had a smile on the corner of their mouths, obviously very satisfied with the poem Wrinkled Hua.

Lin Wei's face gradually darkened, and he snorted coldly, but he was shouting in his heart: "You boy, you must win, don't live up to my expectations." ”

And Li Gufan in the audience looked confused, what's wrong? Isn't it just five feet three? Why is everyone's reaction so big?

Li Gufan remembered that in the Holy Book Continent in the past, it would cause an uproar in people when he wrote poems of eight feet and nine feet.

After thinking for a while, he understood that since the development of ancient texts was not as fast as that of the Holy Book Continent, the development of poetry would definitely not be either, so for the people of the Savage Continent, it was already very powerful to make a five-foot-three talented poem.

However, for Li Gufan, there is no pressure, and more importantly, he has a sacred heart, and with a sacred heart, all the poems from the past and present appear in his mind.

To Li Gufan's surprise, the poems of the ancients on his earth also appeared clearly in his mind, and he had to work hard to recall them before, but now he doesn't need them.

Although he didn't understand why the Sacred Heart still had this function, Li Gufan didn't mind that he could have this function.

After searching around in his mind, Li Gufan had a clear purpose.

"The Fisherman on the River"

As soon as this topic appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.

Followed by...... Talent surges.

One foot talent.

There was silence all around, and then a roaring shout erupted.

"Damn, am I mistaken, this is just a topic?"

"Is there any heavenly reason, can a topic appear talented?"

"Is he still human, there has never been a talented freak in history when he writes a topic. ”

Intersecting with these people, the people in the pavilion seemed much quieter, but the shock in their eyes could not be hidden.

Lin Wei trembled even more, trying to suppress the excitement in his heart.

Students don't know that anyone can write a title and have talent, but they do.

Hardly any saint has been able to write a title before he is sanctified.

What does this mean? This shows that Li Gufan has the potential to become a saint, and this alone is many times stronger than Fu Hua.

For a while, some people in the crowd defected one after another, all of them were some wall grass, and they saw the potential great value of Li Gufan.

Song Guang's face was extremely ugly, as a student of the General Academy, he naturally knew that saints could also do this when they were young, in other words, they could write the topic when they were young, and the chance of becoming a barbarian saint in the future was very high.

The most shocked was Fu Hua himself, who was already dumbfounded.

At this time, Li Gufan began to write the first two sentences.

People come and go on the river, but love the beauty of sea bass.

"Okay!" Before the talent surged, Lin Wei shouted, because he couldn't hold back his joy anymore, and used this sentence to express the excitement in his heart.

Wang Qiwen's face was extremely gloomy, thinking to himself what kind of cow are you, not everyone who can attract talent in the title can become a barbarian saint, at least ...... Dead people don't do.

And at this moment, the talent is surging, four feet.

The crowd exclaimed again.

Look at a leaf boat, haunted by the storm!

Li Gufan ignored the exclamations of the people around him, but silently wrote the last two sentences.

The talent continued to rise, and the tiny pillars of light slowly surged upward.

Seven feet!

The talent finally stopped at a height of seven feet.

This is the judgment of the divine stone, and there will be no mistakes.

There was a dead silence around, and Wrinkle Hua's eyes widened even more, Wang Qiwen couldn't even sit still and stood up.

Lin Wei almost opened his mouth and laughed.

Shen Lekang was also very depressed.

Song Guang clenched his fists even tighter, as for Hua Zewen, Xue Zhu and the others, their eyes were full of admiration, and he now felt that worshipping Li Gufan as his eldest brother at that time was the most correct decision he had made in his life.

Li Gufan shook his head, feeling that it was just okay, but his action had a different meaning in the eyes of others.

Fu Hua felt that he was mocking himself, and Wang Qiwen felt that this son could not be kept.

Song Guang was even more angry, this kind of shaking was undoubtedly the most silent slap in the face in his opinion.

In the first game, Li Gufan won,