After a verbal battle, the hall finally returned to a temporary calm, this is the calm before the storm, everyone knows this, and what everyone is most looking forward to is how the two will behave themselves in the rhythm and hit each other.

Isn't it a big joke that a literati can hurt an eighth-level commander?

Wait a minute!

Literati?

What kind of literati is Yue Heng?

It seems that everyone has forgotten the most crucial point, where does this kid get his self-confidence?

Wu Long was already dizzy from the anger of his head, and he only knew how to sharpen his sword and prepare to give Yue Heng a slap of Ma Wei.

Finding out that something was wrong, several high-level martial artists who finally came to their senses were shocked, they actually found that no one knew Yue Heng's true strength!

Everyone knows that when he went to the Great Departure Country to look for divine soldiers, Yue Heng was only at the level of about the fourth and fifth levels, and after half a year, he reached the sixth level of the sky, even if he was a genius like a god, the seventh level of the literary phase was high enough, right?

The literati with the highest literary rank in Chu State is only a seventh-level literary minister!

"A song "Guangling San", give it to the king!"

Yue Heng said this sentence easily, and the audience was immediately silent, and everyone put down the movements in their hands and carefully observed his hands.

However, after waiting for a while, Yue Heng still didn't move, but continued: "Send another small poem to General Wu." Paper and ink are precious, Yue will not waste writing, just read it out in public! The name of the poem is "Gift to the General", alas, my poems are generally very famous, which can be regarded as cheap for you!"

Wu Long said angrily: "General Yue, what the hell are you doing! Play it, play it, what kind of poem do you read?"

Yue Heng was surprised: "General Wu, are you stupid? I am a literati, and literati don't read poetry when they fight." What kind of literati is that? I was in Kunshan back then, and I was a guardian of the Fire Spirit Clan. Isn't it just a war poem? Don't be impatient. The poem will be finished in no time!"

Wu Long couldn't argue, and could only hear Yue Heng read in a sullen voice: "Meng Cao Jimu is a master, and he is light and thin. Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers are not wasted. ”

Poof...... Poof...... Hehe...... Ahem......

There are more than one or two people in the hall?

There were countless literati present, and most of them were proficient in poetry, and when they heard what Yue Heng said, who couldn't understand what he meant?

At the end of the poem, there is laughter in a muffled voice everywhere. and the embarrassing cough of being choked, the civil official circle is about to go crazy with laughter!

In the first sentence, "Meng Cao Ji Mu is a master", the four people of Meng Cao Ji Mu are Meng Zhan, Cao Tongpu, Ji Heng, and Mu Yuanhan, and they are the four top high-level martial artists in Chu State.

Needless to say, Meng Zhan is the leader of the Zhenyuan Army, one of the two ninth-level martial arts sects of the Chu State, and an important minister of the Chu State. According to his age, as well as a good relationship with Yue Heng. Meng Zhan is very likely to break through the ninth-level bottleneck in his lifetime and become a current martial saint.

Although Cao Tongpu is only a general of the Zhenyuan Army, with the help of Yue Heng, the rising momentum is the highest in the Chu State, and the strength is unfathomable, accompanied by a Tai'a sword divine soldier that can be upgraded, and he has vaguely become the strongest martial artist of his generation, ranking first among the many eighth-level commanders of the Chu State.

Ji Heng is the representative of the internal guard army who lives and dies with Yue Heng, the Ji family has a special status in the Chu State, the family is powerful, he can become a royal cronie, and the means are by no means comparable to ordinary people.

Mu Yuanhan, the general of the Qinwang Army, the adjutant of Chu Yaotian, a divine weapon thunderbolt black falling spear shocked the world, and he is also a super strong man among the eighth-level commanders of Chu State, and he is also a supporter of Yue Heng.

In the first line of the poem, Yue Heng deliberately praised these four people, and did not offend any of the military forces, except for Chu Yaotian, Wu Long and others.

In the second sentence, he sarcastically mocked Wooddragon for looking down on these four people, which is purely a hard crime.

Where did Woodron say that he looked down on these four people, unless he didn't want to mess around and wanted to die.

But Yue Heng just said that, what was planted was a trumped-up charge, but literati creation is like this, literati creation, literati creation, he didn't name Wooddragon as he said it, but a clear-eyed person knew that he was accusing Wooddragon when he heard it!

Yue Hengxuan praised these four people, and even Chu Yaotian was not qualified to be on the list, so where did Qin Wangjun's face go? Oh no, Qin Wangjun has Mu Yuanhan, where did Chu Yaotian's face go?

This is a proper satire of Chu Yaotian and Wu Dunlong!

"The last two sentences are too ruthless, Er Cao's body and reputation are ruined, Yue Xiaoyou is making General Wu's reputation ruined!"

"Young people are too aggressive, which is a good thing and a hidden danger. I hope you know what you're doing!" Han Xiangguo looked at Yue Heng and said silently in his heart.

"Scolding happily! Relieve anger!" Cao Tongpu exclaimed in his heart.

"Good scolding! Something happened, my Zhenyuan Army will take it for you!" Meng Zhan was like drinking a glass of honey, and he didn't know how comfortable he was.

Syllable!

The armrest of the seat in Chu Yaotian's hand shattered, and he forcibly broke it, which was enough to see how angry he was.

The most important thing is that this is a resonant poem, the vision of the sky has faintly appeared, the Ministry of Literature will definitely keep this poem, a big book, spread all over the world, coexist through the ages, he Chu Yaotian will become the laughing stock in the mouth of the world, laughing for thousands of years!

With a thud, Wooddragon drew his sword, his chest heaving violently in anger, and he almost lost his mind.

Yue Heng was bathed in the talent brought by the resonance of Fuxi Xingchen, quite comfortable and satisfied, he said lazily: "General Wu, what are you anxious about, stabilize the point, stabilize the point, don't be as excited as a child." "Guangling San" hasn't been played yet, this hasn't been an assassin yet, don't be nervous, I won't hurt you!"

Sneer......

Those officials who were not used to seeing the Qin Wang Army's style began to laugh again, Yue Heng's move was too vicious, constantly using the fighting style of the literati to provoke the other party, and suppressing the other party with rules, so that Wu Long couldn't be powerful, and he couldn't vent his hatred, so he could only carry it hard, and he could only swallow his anger, this is the most damaging move!

"Yes, Yue Xiaoyou has mastered the essence of literati combat, and the future life is terrifying!" Lord Fang relieved himself and was quite pleased.

"Well done! Civilian combat is like this!" Han Xiangguo and other civilian officials all smiled, they have never had a good impression of the military department, and the people who can make the military department deflated, the cultural department will always support him!

Wooddragon raised his sword and put it down again, unwilling to raise it again, but the rules forced him to put it down again, his face was pale, blue and white, he couldn't bear it!

The resonance is not long, it is just a small resonance, and Yue Heng will soon be refreshed.

His hand finally moved, and a war song "Guangling San" filled the entire banquet hall in the performance of Jiao Mu Yaoqin.

Wu Long's aura was chaotic, and he couldn't keep up with Yue Heng's train of thought, so he had to forcibly suppress his anger and dance his sword to the rhythm. (To be continued.) )