Standing up, Chen Yu walked up to the five people, pushed the five people away, and stood in front of the table.

"Today, let me show you, what is Dad!"

With a disdainful smile, Chen Yu picked up the pen.

Five poems of the national collection, running to Daqin to be arrogant?

Especially what kind of small country are these?

Dongying, Gaogou...

In the previous life, such a country did not even have the qualifications to kneel before them.

Without hesitation, Chen Yu put pen to paper directly.

"Heh, sharp teeth, I want to see if what you write is as good as you say."

Yu Yunyang smiled disdainfully and drank the wine in front of him.

Li Gao smiled, pointed at Chen Yu, and looked at the people beside him.

"Master Chen is very confident. When Lord Chen loses, don't laugh at him. We still need to be more tolerant of young people. ”

Everyone laughed, staring at Chen Yu like monkeys.

Tsk, the wine is current, the food is full, and Wen Xuangong gives us a monkey show, it's really a happy life.

If Chen Yu wants to win, he must at least write a poem for eternity.

This kind of poem, even if it is a famous writer in history, it is extremely rare to have one.

But Chen Yu had already written three poems before.

There will never be a fourth song this time!

As for the national collection, in such a short period of time, even being able to write a poem is not enough to change the overall situation.

Chen Yu, you will definitely lose!

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming."

At this moment, Chen Yu wrote the first line of poetry.

Whew!

White paper and black ink, instantly gushing out, like a fountain, full of rich ink fragrance.

Ripples appeared, surging towards the surroundings.

The first sentence has reached the point of ten miles of good writing!

The smiles on everyone's faces suddenly froze, and their eyes were a little uncertain.

This first sentence is so literary?

This is too high, isn't it?,Shouldn't this guy?,Really can.。。。

For a while, everyone suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Yingluo tightened his fists, looked at Chen Yu deadly, and exclaimed again and again in his heart.

Terrible! That's amazing!

It's just ten words, but it already outlines the appearance of a chivalrous man.

Li Gao's face sank, he snorted, picked up a piece of fruit and swallowed it in his stomach.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, but he has some skills."

Chen Yu ignored the others and continued to write.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor."

Riding a silver saddle and white horse, galloping through the streets as fast as a meteor in the sky.

Airplanes...

The literary qi gushed again, and the golden ripples spread again.

A hundred miles of masterpieces!

In the second sentence, it rushed to the point of a hundred miles of masterpieces!

Everyone's faces changed again, and many people stared, and the uneasiness in their hearts became more and more intense.

Yu Yunyang and the others jumped out of the corner of their eyes, looked at each other, and saw each other's surprises.

"This kid, shouldn't he really be able to reach the level of a classic for eternity?"

Someone asked, and the voice was already a little uncertain.

"Impossible! He could never have written four eternal classics! ”

But at this moment, Chen Yu's third sentence had already fallen.

"Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles!"

"Brush off your clothes and go to hide your name and name deeply!"

Wild grass with this sentence, in an instant, the entire hall was filled with a murderous aura.

Ten steps can kill one person, a journey of a thousand miles, no one can stop it!

After the big thing is done, he brushes his sleeves and hides the credit and good name.

The spirit of the sword turned into a phantom of the sword, making a clanging sound, making people feel their skin tight, as if they were locked by a sharp blade.

At the same time, the literary tone skyrocketed again, and different visions were conjured, obviously to the point of being famous for thousands of miles!

Crash!

Many people stood up, stared at Chen Yu, and looked at Chen Yu deadly!

God, what kind of verse is this, what a free and easy murderous atmosphere!

Through the verses, they seem to see such a picture.

The north wind is bleak, and the remnant sun is like blood.

A peerless master walked alone with a sword in his hand, crossed thousands of miles, killed his target and disappeared at the end of the world, and no one could find him.

The wine glass in Li Hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and his palms trembled uncontrollably.

It's scared.

At this time, Li Gao was already a little panicked, and many thoughts turned in his mind.

Why did he write this poem?

Could it be that this is what he thinks?

He's going to assassinate me?

Right! It must be so! This kid is not simple, he is using this to warn me!

Not only Li Gao, but the other people who watched the joke before had their hearts trembling.

He's warning us! Warn us!

The faces of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, Yu Yunyang and the others have completely sank.

Shocked, jealous...

All kinds of emotions appeared in their eyes.

The five Ishida ghost crows were originally very proud, and they wanted to see Chen Yu eat deflated.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yu's four poems directly crushed their self-confidence.

God, how did he come up with such a poem?

Is this really the poetry of the world?

Winlo slammed to his feet, his eyes shining.

Good poetry! Good poetry!!

If it weren't for the large number of people in this hall, she couldn't wait to applaud Chen Yu.

At this moment, Chen Yu detonated the entire hall!

But that's not the end of it.

Chen Yu continued to write.

"Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and knees forward."

"Will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan."

"Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light."

"After the eyes are dazzled, the spirit is vibrant."

"Save Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first."

"Two strong men in the autumn, Xuanhe Daliang City."

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world."

"Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuanjing."

Buzz...

As Chen Yu's last word fell, a change appeared in an instant.

In the void, the sound of chanting sounded.

The words on the paper were all suspended in mid-air, emitting bursts of fine light.

The endless fragrance of ink floats above the main hall.

In the paper, the phantom of a peerless swordsman appeared, holding a long sword, and went straight to the people of the Nine Great Immortal Gates!

"Not good!"

Yu Yunyang and the others' faces changed suddenly, they snorted in a low voice, and hurriedly pinched the trick in their hands, and arranged a heavy defense in front of them.

But they were too worried, this was just a phantom, and there was no offensive power.

Even so, it made them very embarrassed.

After withdrawing the defense, everyone in the Nine Great Immortal Sects turned red and was full of embarrassment.

At this moment, in the entire hall, everyone had already stood up, looking at Chen Yu's gaze was extremely complicated.

A classic for all time!

This poem is a 100% eternal classic!

"I really let him write it!" Li Gao clenched his wine glass tightly, his heart pounding.

The scene just now scared him a lot.

When the swordsman rushed out, he thought he was going to die by the sword.

The others were the same, looking at Chen Yu with fear.

This madman clearly used this poem to remind them!

"Don't be surprised, this is just the beginning. When the five songs are over, please kneel neatly. ”

Chen Yu looked at Ishida Ghost Crow and the others and grinned.

Immediately afterward, he continued to write with almost no pause in between.

Four poems have been written in a matter of moments, each of which is a classic for eternity, triggering many visions.

After the five songs came out together, everyone in the entire hall was stunned.

Luo Xia, Yu Yunyang and other immortal sect cadres looked at each other at this moment, with a sluggish expression.

Really wrote five eternal classics?

Damn, the offering is really gone?