As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar all around, and Yang Shaofeng's expression suddenly turned cold. He looked at Zhang Cuiyun and said, "Brother Zhang's words are indeed true, but I, Yang, have never done such dirty things!"

Fang Zixuan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, but at the moment he didn't say anything, after all, Zhang Cuiyun said it for him, and he also pulled everyone's hatred over, and he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, he could reap the benefits of the fisherman, why not do it?

Zhang Cuiyun said: "People's hearts are separated by the belly, who can know who is thinking?"

When Yang Shaofeng heard this, his eyebrows couldn't help but squeeze together. Mo Yingying, who was standing aside at this time, said: "With Brother Zhang's meaning, how can I be willing to give up?"

Zhang Cuiyun saw Mo Yingying speaking for Yang Shaofeng, and he was even more jealous at this time, he snorted: "In fact, how his poems are written, I have no interest in the slightest, just a person who sells fame and reputation, but he wants to pretend to be high in front of us, this is what I can't get used to!"

As the first talent in Luoyi, he will naturally be jealous of others, and nearly one-third of the people present at this time are supporting Zhang Cuiyun, and some of them want to make things bigger.

Yang Shaofeng looked at everyone and said, "It seems that there are many people who are not convinced!"

"You cheat yourself, and you want others to be convinced, how can there be such a good thing in this world?" someone shouted.

The rest of the people couldn't help but echo, and the whole scene suddenly became chaotic.

Fang Yuhan didn't look at these so-called talents, and there was ridicule in his eyes at the moment. As the so-called power, fame and fortune are the first weapon to balance the world, and at present, these people do not value the so-called talents, but only their reputation.

Fame is often linked to power, etc., how many talented people here don't want to go to the Wenyuan Pavilion in Hojing? And how many people don't want to be like Zhou Gong?

Wang Yuyu has seen poetry meetings a few times, but it is the first time she has seen such a quarrel now, and she has completely lost interest in the so-called poetry meeting at the moment, because it is embarrassing no matter how you look at it.

Yang Shaofeng's eyes swept over everyone, his eyes were full of pride, and he said: "Since everyone is not convinced, then I naturally have a way to convince everyone!"

"Tell me about it!" Zhang Cuiyun shouted. At this time, his mind was no longer on Mo Yingying's body, but on fighting Yang Shaofeng to the end.

In fact, for people like Zhang Cuiyun, women are nothing to them, they still value fame and fortune, after all, they are from a merchant family.

Yang Shaofeng said: "Since everyone suspects that Yang is cheating, then let you come up with the question, let's limit the time, how about a comparison?"

"This ······" Zhang Cuiyun naturally understands that his talent is far better than Yang Shaofeng. At this time, it is difficult to ride a tiger, and Rong has to agree.

Fang Zixuan stood up and said softly: "Brother Yang's approach is extremely fair, okay, let's do things on the spot with everyone!"

"Then please give me a question, Brother Fang!" Yang Shaofeng said.

When Fang Zixuan heard this, he smiled faintly and said: "If I come to the question, Brother Yang will definitely be unconvinced, so let's choose ten questions, which will be decided by the people present, everyone will raise their hands to vote, and agree with the question with the largest number of people, how about choosing the topic of today's poetry?"

Yang Shaofeng smiled and nodded: "Everything is at the behest of Brother Fang!"

Fang Zixuan's smile did not change, and then he looked at everyone and said, "I bother you to think about the topic today, of course, this is just a competition between me and Brother Yang, those who want to participate can stand up, and they don't need to participate in the question!"

When everyone heard this, they all lowered their heads, even Zhang Cuiyun was no exception. They knew in their hearts that compared to Fang Zixuan and Yang Shaofeng, it was nothing.

As for Fang Yuhan and Wang Yuyu, they are not very interested in this kind of poetry club, and it is also the most important thing to watch at the moment. Wang Yuyu likes to be lively the most, and the current scene is naturally what she wants to see.

After everyone's deliberation, the ten questions have been prepared, and the next step is to vote by a show of hands to choose the topic of the poem.

After a show of hands to vote, it was finally decided to take "wind" as the theme, the wind is an invisible and phaseless existence, the most ethereal, the choice of this topic, it can be seen that everyone also has the meaning of embarrassment Fang Zixuan and Yang Shaofeng.

Fang Zixuan and Yang Shaofeng are indeed extremely talented people, but they each made poems in just a cup of tea. This time, the poem is Yang Shaofeng is better.

No one here had any objections, of course, although Zhang Cuiyun was jealous of Yang Shaofeng, he also had to admire Yang Shaofeng's talent.

"This Yang Shaofeng really lives up to his reputation, and he lives up to the reputation of Luoyi's No. 1 talent!" Wang Yuyu whispered to Fang Yuhan.

Fang Yuhan said: "There is no vanity under the fame, otherwise it is easy to be exposed!"

"It's just the majority, there will still be surprises!" Wang Yuyu said.

Fang Zixuan lost the poem, and his heart was irritable, at this time, he heard Fang Yuhan and Wang Yuyu in front of him muttering quietly, and couldn't help but say: "This brother in front, why don't we compare?"

Fang Zixuan's voice was not very loud, but it overwhelmed the many voices that were discussing in the room, Fang Yuhan and Wang Yuyu instantly became the existence of all people.

Fang Zixuan's poems lost to Yang Shaofeng, but no one here would feel that they were more powerful than Fang Zixuan. was pointed out by Fang Zixuan, and these people thought that Fang Yuhan and Wang Yuyu must not be simple.

Wang Yuyu couldn't compose poems, and everyone's eyes fell on her, it was like a thorn, and she was uncomfortable.

To be honest, Fang Yuhan himself also knew his own catties, but at this time, if he wanted him to say that he couldn't, it was impossible for such words to come out of his mouth, so he just listened to him: "Your Excellency, are we very familiar with each other?"

When Fang Zixuan heard this, he was stunned, and then said: "I'll compete with you, what does it matter if you are familiar or not?"

Fang Yuhan smiled faintly and said, "Since we are not familiar with each other, why do you have to agree to challenge me?"

Fang Zixuan also showed a faint smile: "Could it be that you don't dare?"

Fang Yuhan smiled: "It's not that I don't dare, I'm just afraid that you will be ugly after losing!"

Fang Zixuan snorted coldly: "Don't be ashamed, don't gossip, either compete, or bow your head and admit defeat, kneel down and beg me, I can let you go!"

Fang Yuhan said: "Listening to your words, it seems that I am convinced, I heard that you are an all-rounder in civil and military affairs, let's change the way we play, how about we compete?"

"Is it just this stone sword you are carrying?" Fang Zixuan's eyes were full of disdain. At this time, the surrounding people all noticed that Fang Yuhan was the only one in this group with weapons.

If Fang Yuhan was carrying some kind of iron sword, the literati here might be a little scared, but Fang Yuhan was carrying a stone sword, and the scabbard was still wooden, which was really a bit shabby.

"Perhaps, I can't even use my stone sword!" Fang Yuhan smiled faintly.

Fang Zixuan said: "The tone is not small, I hope your ability is not small!"

"Then I have to ask Your Excellency for advice!" Fang Yuhan did not back down.

"Okay, let's go to the ring of the martial artists of this Drunken Immortal Residence!" Fang Zixuan said.

Fang Yuhan made a "please" posture, and everyone present wanted to see the excitement, so they all got up and followed behind Fang Yuhan, Fang Zixuan and others.

Wang Yuyu had seen Fang Yuhan's ability, but he wasn't worried at all, just followed the crowd and walked towards the ring where the martial artists competed.

At this moment, there were two people in the ring who were fighting, and the people under the ring couldn't help but show surprise when they saw Fang Yuhan and others coming over. One of the sturdy men grinned, "Interesting, what are you white dough doing here? Could it be to beg for a beating? But can you withstand my big fist?"

Fang Yuhan smiled: "Your bowl is too small!"

"The kid is looking for death!" The sturdy man punched at Fang Yuhan, Fang Yuhan turned sideways, and with force under his feet, he tripped him directly. The man fell into a dog and ate, because the acupuncture was controlled, he couldn't get up from lying on the ground, so he could only scream.

At this moment, these martial artists have already seen that Fang Yuhan and Fang Zixuan are not ordinary weak scholars, and among these martial artists, ordinary people may not be enough.

"I want to use you in the ring!" Fang Zixuan said.

At this time, the two who were fighting had already decided the winner, and they went directly to the ring, waiting for Fang Yuhan and Fang Zixuan to play.

Fang Yuhan and Fang Zixuan were not polite, and walked directly to the ring. Fang Zixuan glanced at Fang Yuhan a few times and said, "I feel that you seem to be a little familiar, but I can't tell where you have seen it!"

Fang Yuhan smiled dumbly and said, "Could it be that you are here to climb relatives in the ring?"

The people in the audience couldn't help but laugh when they heard Fang Yuhan's words. Fang Zixuan didn't pay attention to it, but said lightly: "Make a move!"

"Why don't you please first!" Fang Yuhan said politely.

Fang Zixuan didn't say any more, his fists were clenched, his body was like a gust of wind, and he threw a punch at Fang Yu. He is also a Qi refiner now, and he has reached the middle stage of Qi Induction, which is much more powerful than ordinary martial artists.

Fang Yuhan raised his palm to meet it, blocked his fist, spun his body, and kicked out with his left foot, this move seemed random, but Fang Zixuan had a feeling that it was difficult to resist.

In fact, a so-called master like Fang Zixuan was nothing in Fang Yuhan's eyes, if he was willing, he could lead Fang Zixuan to defeat with one move.

It's just that there are Yang Shaofeng and Mo Yingying standing in the audience, he is vigilant in his heart, and he doesn't dare to show his true strength, because he didn't use aura, but just used the moves of ordinary martial artists.

Fang Zixuan's move was restrained, his body paused slightly, soared into the void, and then the aura poured into his fist and smashed it directly. This move is extremely powerful, like a waterfall falling.

Fang Yuhan's right hand was raised slightly, and with a sudden force, he met Zixuan's punch, and with a bang, Fang Yuhan's body leaned back slightly, but Fang Zixuan was shocked and flew out.