As soon as the poet immortal Li Bai's verses came out, everyone was stunned.

You must know that the level of this world is quite limited, and Yue Qingfeng can be respected as a "Nanshan Poet Immortal" with a few words of bullshit poetry, which shows how limited the achievements of people in this world are in poetry.

And Tang poems and Song poems are treasures of ancient China, and Fang Feiyang has no less than hundreds of poems in his mind, and it is enough to pretend to be forced to throw one or two sentences casually.

At this moment, there was a tide of praise all around, mixed with exclamation and emotion.

"What a poem! ”

"Brilliant in writing, heroic in bearing, full of imagination. ”

"God, compared to this sentence, Yue Qingfeng's sentence just now is like a piece of!"

The gossip suddenly rang out, and Yue Qingfeng's face was as ugly as his dead father.

Before this was over, I saw that the poem written by Fang Feiyang in the air suddenly waved a trace of ink, and a golden-winged Dapeng bird was conjured in mid-air, flapping its wings and flying through the clouds drawn by Yue Qingfeng, and stopped at the top of the lonely peak.

Yue Qingfeng's painting was originally to exert the momentum of the mountain for himself, but as a result, Fang Feiyang, the great peng, flew to the top of the mountain at once, destroying his momentum.

Just a few seconds after Dapeng flew up the mountain, Yue Qingfeng's ink color began to fade, and after a while, it dissipated.

"You ......" Yue Qingfeng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

This "poetic painting realm" is his original exercise, full of thought that it is the world's first-class peerless learning, to Yunhai Immortal Sect is ready to make a name for himself, but I didn't expect it to be broken in minutes.

What made him even more puzzled was that the person who broke through the realm was actually a teenager who looked younger than himself.

Yue Qingfeng was ashamed of the literary brilliance of the poem just now, but how could such a high-level poem come from the mouth of such a young boy?

How could he have such a high poetic talent?

Blinded, must be blinded!

"Do you dare to take me again?" Yue Qingfeng said unconvinced.

"What about picking you up for a hundred rounds?" Fang Feiyang sneered, thinking that if Lao Tzu brought out all the Tang poems and Song lyrics in his heart, he wouldn't scare you stupidly on the spot.

Yue Qingfeng took a long breath. After a moment's thought, I started painting again.

This time, he painted an ocean in the twilight, with icebergs on the surface of the sea and strong winds setting off huge waves. Like a raging sea beast raging, people feel a pressure rushing over their faces when they look at it.

After finishing this painting, he inscribed two more lines of poetry next to it - the wind is fierce and the waves are surging, and the sky and the sea are vast.

When the poem was written, everyone in the audience felt a depressing atmosphere. Obviously, his "poetic painting" is even more powerful than the first one just now.

Originally, this poem was also a masterpiece in this world, but after seeing Fang Feiyang's poem just now, everyone's appetite was lost, and his poem was directly ignored.

Everyone watched this Fang Feiyang, hoping to hear the eye-catching work again.

Of course, Fang Feiyang will not disappoint everyone, and writes without thinking - there will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea.

As soon as this sentence came out, there was an uproar all around.

"Wonderful!"

The previous sentence is heroic, and this sentence is optimistic and open-minded. It's a rare sentence!"

"I've never heard such a beautiful verse, it's an incomparable work of art. ”

"This Fang Feiyang is simply a genius, with these two poems, if you don't practice, you can take the top exam in the world. ”

"Take the top prize, underestimate him too much, right? Look at that Yue Qingfeng, he is embarrassed to call himself "Nanshan Poet Immortal", can his broken poems compare to a single hair flying above?"

"No, I have to write down these two lines of poetry and bring them back to everyone to enjoy. ”

At the same time, Yue Qingfeng's "poetic painting" has an extra boat that undulates with the wind, tossing up and down in the waves. No matter how fierce the wind and waves are, they will move forward unswervingly.

And as the boat gradually sailed into the sky, the wind in the "poetic painting" gradually stopped, and the sea calmed down. Even the sky brightened.

Yue Qingfeng's "Angry Sea Map" was just broken by Fang Feiyang.

Two failures in a row made Yue Qingfeng very unable to get off the stage, he was known as the "Nanshan Poet Immortal", and he has never had an opponent in poetry and painting.

However, the two lines of poetry that Fang Feiyang casually chanted just now completely exploded all his works in terms of literary style and artistic conception.

Such a peerless poem. How could it come from the mouth of a teenager.

Cheating, cheating must be cheating!

Annoyed and angry, Yue Qingfeng pointed at Fang Feiyang and said, "Where did you steal these two poems just now?"

Strictly speaking, these two lines of poetry were indeed not written by Fang Feiyang, but Fang Feiyang hadn't answered yet, and there was already a voice of ridicule from the audience.

"Joke, I also read poetry books before I became a monk, and these two lines of poetry never appeared in any books. ”

"That is, you solve the problem, and the artistic conception fits so perfectly, it is obviously created on the spot. ”

"If you can't afford to lose, just say it, the people of Zhutian Dao don't have this measure?"

Seeing everyone standing beside him one-sidedly, Fang Feiyang simply spread his hands and stopped talking.

Being accused by everyone made Yue Qingfeng very faceless, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "I'll ask another question, if you can still break it, I'll obey you." ”

"Stop talking nonsense, get out. ”

This time, Yue Qingfeng was much more cautious, walked back and forth with his hands behind his back for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, and he took out a small piece of paper with a small figure drawn on it from his arms, and threw it into the air after inputting a soul power.

Blown by the wind, the little paper figure suddenly swelled up, turned into a three-inch villain with all four limbs, and struggled in mid-air.

And Yue Qingfeng clicked it up without delay, and then began to create.

With a few brushstrokes, he first drew shackles and chains on the villain, firmly binding him, and then drew the iron bars of the cell and the jailer holding the sword on his side.

And the little man was obviously a prisoner, locked in a dark prison, powerless to struggle, and suffering from suffering.

After finishing the painting, Yue Qingfeng waved his pen and added two rows of small characters next to it: "Copper flail and iron chains bind hands and feet, and hardships and hardships are discouraged." ”

And when the last word was written, a trace of black gas suddenly bloomed on the copper flail chain, tightening it tighter and tighter, and the little man who turned into a piece of paper let out a wail, struggling hard but in vain.

Seeing this scene, many monks who were watching inexplicably felt a sad mood in their hearts, as if the person who was bound hand and foot was themselves, and they only felt that all their thoughts were lost, and all their ideals and ambitions had come to naught.

Obviously, the paper figure should be some kind of special prop, which has significantly strengthened the power of Yue Qingfeng's "poetic painting".

"Please!" Yue Qingfeng stretched out his hand and rushed to the flying to invite the battle. (To be continued.) )xh118