Little by little, time passed.

The 800 show men in the field all started the first assessment seriously.

At each beauty pageant, the general process of the show man's assessment is almost the same.

The only difference is that each assessment item is personally proposed by the saints of the ten major sects.

For example, the content of the piano art assessment is from the hands of the saintess of the Yinchao Sect.

The chess skill assessment is an endgame set by the Holy Maiden of Ghost Mou Valley herself.

And this poetry assessment is to compose a poem with the theme of sword.

The proposition came from the hand of Chu Shihuai, who had a relationship with Nie Feng before.

When Ma Maipi first read the proposition, he was also taken aback by the murderous sword words.

In this world, men should be in the boudoir, and almost no one dances and swords.

Walking the rivers and lakes, fighting, killing and killing are all things that only women can do.

A man has no power to restrain a chicken, at most he can hold a kitchen knife, how can he touch these murderous weapons.

It is poetry and songs, and the most talked about are the four gentlemen of Meilan, Zhuju, and Ju.

For them, composing poems on the subject of the sword is really a great problem.

Many show men who chose poetry as an assessment were already lamenting and despair in their hearts at this time.

However, for Mamaipi, this proposition is not too difficult.

He was born into a big family, although he has never practiced martial arts, but he has also danced swords and swords.

But this dance is just a real dance.

He has practiced sword dance since he was a child, and his dancing skills are very extraordinary, just to make a splash at today's draft.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the sword dance had not yet danced, and it played a role in advance in this first round.

"God help me, even the sky is looking forward to me winning the championship, what are you going to fight with me!"

glanced at Nie Feng lightly, and found that he was frowning, holding the pen but couldn't put it down.

Ma Maipi couldn't help sneering in his heart, "Sure enough, I will only take advantage of my tongue, and when I see the real chapter, I can't write a word." ”

"Dare to take the initiative to add bets! That's it? ”

Shaking his head disdainfully, Ma Maipi withdrew his gaze.

His mind slowly converged, and he narrowed his eyes slightly and began to look for inspiration.

The verses are not long, and it is not a waste of time to write them.

All he had to do now was try to conceive a stunning psalm.

He is a famous talent in the world, and if he doesn't come out, he will surprise the world.

Time flies.

The bell rang twice, and suddenly rang.

Zhao Xiaoxiao's voice spread throughout the show.

"There is still half an hour left, and the first assessment will be over, please hurry up."

Ma Maipi slowly opened his eyes, and a confident smile rose into the corners of his mouth.

After thinking about it for a long time, the inspiration in his heart erupted, and he was already in his chest.

When he picked up the pen, he subconsciously glanced at Nie Feng.

I just saw Nie Feng raise his head in a daze, his eyes were confused.

Judging by his appearance, he should have fallen asleep on the desk, and he had just been woken up by the sound of the reminder bell.

"Sure enough, there is no ink on the chest, I can fall asleep on this occasion, it seems that I have given up on myself."

Secretly sneering, Ma Maipi no longer paid attention to Nie Feng, and began to compose poems.

Accord.

Seeing this scene, Chu Shihuai couldn't help but shake his head, with a look of disappointment.

The higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Earlier, she obviously found that Nie Feng only glanced at the proposition, and without even thinking about it, she picked up her pen and prepared to write.

Chu Shihuai was the one who came up with the question, so she naturally knew how difficult it was to take this assessment.

Seeing Nie Feng so confident, he really looked a little talented.

When I saw him pick up the pen, I couldn't help but feel a little excited in my heart.

But who would have thought that this guy suddenly put down the pen again, lay on the table and fell asleep!

If it weren't for the bell that woke him up, Chu Shihuai doubted that this guy would be able to sleep until the end of the beauty pageant.

looked at the field again, but found that Nie Feng, who had just woken up, finally picked up the pen again after stretching.

This time, he didn't stop, and he started writing directly.

"There's still a quarter of an hour before this guy starts writing, what can he write?"

"This appearance is obviously just to cope with the assessment!"

"Alas~ I shouldn't have expected anything from him."

Chu Shihuai frowned slightly, then sighed faintly and took his gaze back.

She really didn't want to waste her time on an uncivilized waste.

But in the next second, Chu Shihuai suddenly raised his head again.

In his eyes, there was a deep shock.

"This ...... It's a vision! ”

"When the amazing psalm was born, there was a vision of heaven and earth!"

Over the show, the wind and clouds suddenly began to change.

Duoduo Xiangrui appeared out of thin air, during which there was a faint sound of reading aloud.

"Poetry becomes a vision!"

"This is a poem that someone has written!"

"I didn't expect that in addition to Chu Shihuai in the Taixuan Holy Land, there are people who have poems today to cause visions!"

"At this time, it is Xiunan's literary assessment, and it seems that it must have been done by a certain Xiunan!"

"Which beautiful man will it be?"

"Could it be Ma Maipi, the first genius in Jiangnan?"

"Yes, it should be him!"

"Among the men in this show, Ma Maipi is the most talented!"

Looking at the vision in the sky, all the spectators also discussed.

They are no strangers to Confucianism and Taoism, so they are not surprised.

In this world, the cultivation system is complicated, and although the literature and Taoism are rare, they are not unrecorded.

Moreover, three years ago, Chu Shihuai, the Holy Maiden of Taixuan, made a shocking poem, which triggered a vision of heaven and earth.

When I saw the celestial phenomena again, I was not as shocked as when I first saw them.

"Look, Ma Xiunan has just put down the pen, there is no doubt that he is it!"

Someone pointed to the location of Ma Maipi and suddenly exclaimed.

When everyone heard the sound, they just saw Ma Maipi put away Zhu Hao.

"No, look at the masked show man next to him, he also closed the pen at the same time."

"Could it be the vision he caused?"

Hearing this, many people sneered.

"How is it possible, a person with a veil hiding his head and tail, how can he compare with Ma Xiunan!"

"And this person's name is unknown, I don't know if he can write poetry, I guess it's just a coincidence."

"Ma Xiunan is recognized as the No. 1 talent in Jiangnan, is there anyone more talented than him in the whole field?"

"Therefore, he is the only one who causes the vision, and he can only be him!"

"That's right! Only Ma Xiunan has this ability. ”

Hearing everyone's rebuttal, the woman who had pointed at Nie Feng earlier also shook her head self-deprecatingly.

She just saw Nie Feng's subconscious exclamation at the same time, and she didn't think that this person could compare to Ma Maipi.

In the field.

Ma Maipi exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly put away his pen.

Swinging the poem out in one breath, he only felt very happy in his heart at this time.

It wasn't until he put down his pen that he finally noticed the vision above his head.

"This ...... Is it a vision of poetry coming into being? ”

Looking down at the rice paper that had not yet dried, Ma Maipi's face showed ecstasy.

"I have just become a poem, and the sky has a vision!"

"This is the !! I induced"

"Hahaha!" Ma Maipi looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and his excitement was irrepressible.

At such a grand beauty pageant scene, his poem triggered the vision of heaven and earth.

Within three days, the name of Tama Maipi will spread all over the world!

This is even more dazzling than winning the top spot in the beauty pageant!

At that time, it is not a sure thing to throw yourself into the arms of a certain saint with this fame!

Soon, however, doubts arose in Mamaipi's mind.

"Why don't you have talent in your body?"

It stands to reason that the poem is earth-shattering, and it will send endless talent back to the author.

But Ma Maipi felt it for a long time, but found that he didn't feel it at all.

"Could it be because I haven't been exposed to cultivation and don't know how to absorb talent?"

Men in this world have a humble status, and they can only practice unless they are favored by the saints of the major sects and specially given the method of cultivation.

Otherwise, even if you are born into a big family, there is absolutely no possibility of cultivation.

For women in this world, men are playthings, commodities.

They only need to be responsible for being beautiful like flowers and pleasing women.

Why waste resources for them to cultivate!

It's a big deal, if you get tired of playing, you can change to a new one.

"It's a pity." Ma Maipi had already confirmed that it was the reason for not having a cultivation method, and he was very sorry in his heart.

But soon, his eyes were filled with hope again.

"It's okay, I can make the first one, and I can write the second!"

"As long as I throw myself into the arms of a certain saint maiden and obtain the cultivation method before this, I will soar to the sky!"

Ma Maipi's heart is full of confidence.

With the talent he has shown today, I believe that there will be countless saints who will take the initiative to give him the practice of the exercises.

"By the way, I still have a son I don't recognize."

Ma Maipi didn't forget the bet just now, and now that he has made amazing poems, he naturally wants Nie Feng to kowtow to recognize his father.

As soon as he turned his head, Ma Maipi was stunned.

"Nope! No way! ”