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One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and as soon as the name Ning Zui was spoken, the disciples of the Yunhai Immortal Sect around him burst into a burst of sneering.

"What are you kidding? It's a person who wants to challenge Ning Zui?"

"Do you really think you're a character?"

"To be Senior Brother Ning's opponent, you are also worthy?"

It is no wonder that the disciples of the Yunhai Immortal Sect are excited, Senior Brother Ning Zui is the first person in this generation of true disciples, whether it is talent, hard work, or chance, they are impeccable.

In terms of personality, Senior Brother Ning Zui does not have that kind of condescending attitude like some true disciples, he is enthusiastic and can get along with most people.

Although the entry time is not too long, he has made steady progress in cultivation, and he has already left the others who started in the same year far behind, and in the past few years, he has often traveled down the mountain, and has really done a few things that have made him famous.

Ning Zui was born in Yinquan Peak, but even those disciples of Frost Fire Peak, Red Leaf Peak, Ox Horn Peak, and Hidden Sword Peak, no one dared to look down on him.

In the past few months since Fang Feiyang started, he had heard of Senior Brother Ning Zui's legendary deeds many times, but it was a pity that Senior Brother Ning was currently traveling abroad, so he had never had the opportunity to see him.

Hearing these voices, Yue Qingfeng also showed a sneer on his face: "I have long heard of Ning Zui's name, and I have also heard of the few feats he has done in the cultivation world, if it is a competition in the ring, fighting to the death, I am definitely not an opponent, and there is no need to humiliate myself." ”

"But ......" Yue Qingfeng changed his words and said: "I want to compare with him, it's just poetry and painting, I heard that Ning Zui has been studying poetry and painting skills hard." I guess I should have something to do in this area. ”

Yue Qingfeng said that it was not groundless, Ning Zui's biggest hobby is that he likes to study the way of poetry and painting, and even he has broken through the bottleneck several times, and he has learned it from poetry and painting.

Yue Qingfeng had obviously inquired about the situation in advance. He has full confidence in his attainments in poetry and painting, if he can defeat the most outstanding true disciple of the younger generation of the Yunhai Immortal Sect in this way, it will be a big face.

When Yue Qingfeng said this, he stretched out his hand and clicked on the painting and those words in front of him, after such a long time. The ink still floated steadily in the air.

And under the backdrop of this calligraphy and painting, Yue Qingfeng's temperament of looking up to the mountains seems to be a little stronger.

I have to say that although this guy wants to challenge Ning Zui as soon as he opens his mouth, he is too arrogant, but his ability to gather momentum with poetry and painting is still quite unique.

"Since Ning drunk is not on the mountain. I'm not reluctant, so I'll ask the Yunhai Immortal Sect to send someone to solve the problem. Yue Qingfeng said proudly.

"I'm coming!" a figure jumped out and bowed to the real people of Jiangshan to ask for battle.

Fang Feiyang fixed his eyes and looked at it, coincidentally, isn't this Senior Brother Qian Jun who once explored the small world of Rakshasa together?

Qian Jun's own cultivation happened to be in the soul master realm, and it would not seem like a big bully to deal with Yue Qingfeng when he appeared to deal with him, and as a celestial being, his own strength was second to none among the disciples of the soul master level of the Yunhai Immortal Sect.

It was up to him to play. It's still more reassuring, Jiangshan Zhenren nodded, and Qian Jun got Jiangshan Zhenren's approval. Confidently walked up to Yue Qingfeng and said, "How do you want me to solve the problem?"

"It's simple. Yue Qingfeng pointed to his calligraphy and painting, and said: "This is the "poetic painting realm" that I have condensed with my soul power, please also use poetry or painting to destroy it, even if you win!"

Qian Jun was stunned for a moment, he thought that he was going to fight Yue Qingfeng, thinking that even if he had the momentum bonus of this painting. He can also win steadily, but he didn't expect the other party to ask him to use poetry and painting to break the poetic painting realm.

About poetry and painting. Qian Jun really didn't know anything, but the rules of the Yunhai Immortal Sect have always been. As long as the person who comes can ring the bell, then what to compare and how to compare is up to the challenger to decide.

Since the rules are like this, Qian Jun can only give it a try.

I saw him find a defect dipped in ink from the Qiankun bag, thought for a long time, and wrote a "big" word in mid-air.

Qian Jun is a disciple of Tibetan Sword Peak, this pen condenses Qian Jun's abundant soul power and the sword intent that he has comprehended for so long, after a word is written, the ink color is also condensed in mid-air, like a sharp sword, making everyone who looks at it feel stinging in their eyes.

After the word "big" on the side of the calligraphy and painting, it suddenly became a little blurred, if Qian Jun can make persistent efforts, he will write this poem completely, maybe he can really break this "poetic painting environment".

However, after writing a "big" word, he was stuck, and he couldn't write this second word for a long time, he just felt that his head was blank, and he didn't know what to write!

And after delaying for a while, Yue Qingfeng's "poetic painting" gradually stabilized and began to fight back, while Qian Jun's "big" character gradually became blurred.

Obviously, this is not only a contest of skill, but also a contest of literary talent.

After a while, Qian Jun's "big" word had faded a lot, and the corners of Yue Qingfeng's mouth obviously had a sneering smile.

Qian Jun is already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot at the moment, this poetry is really much more difficult than fighting, he is a rough man, he is not good at it at all!

Fortunately, a voice relieved him in time: "Senior Brother Qian, why don't I try it?"

"Senior Brother Fang?" Qian Jun seemed to see a savior, and asked eagerly, "Do you know how to make poems?"

"A little. ”

"That's great!" Qian Jun hurriedly stuffed the pen in his hand into Fang Feiyang's hand, and said, "Hurry up and break this "poetic painting realm", I have confidence in you!"

In fact, it wasn't just him, all the elders and disciples of the Yunhai Immortal Sect breathed a long sigh of relief when they saw Fang Feiyang appear, as if the victory had already been confirmed before this battle was fought.

It's no wonder that in the first two games, Fang Feiyang was ordered to be in danger, and he won the beautiful show, I don't know when his status in everyone's hearts has been pulled to a very high position, and everyone's confidence in him is even a little blind and fanatical.

Seeing Fang Feiyang appear again, the muscles on Chun Seventeen's face twitched unconsciously, while Yue Qingfeng disagreed, and sneered: "This Senior Brother Fang, my "poetic painting realm" is not simple, without a certain talent in poetry and painting, it is impossible to break it. ”

"Really?" Fang Feiyang also sneered, seeing that the word "big" written by Qian Jun just now was almost invisible, he unhurriedly picked up the pen and continued to write it later--Dapeng rose with the wind one day and soared up to nine thousand miles.

At the moment when he finished writing the last word "li", a burst of exclamations erupted all around him at the same time. (To be continued)___Small/Say/Ba/Shi___