Wang Dong had an impulse to take a step ahead of Xu Chuan and shout out the next sentence before Xu Chuan.

As a result, I held back.

First of all, he didn't need to pretend to be forced in such a low way, and secondly, he wanted to see what the hell this Xu Chuan was doing.

Then he watched that Xu Chuan take the second step.

"Don't think about it"

Step 3.

"Unforgettable"

Step 4.

"A Thousand Miles of Lonely Grave"

Step 5.

"Nowhere to talk about desolation"

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Xu Chuan stopped, looking sad. The breeze was blowing through a strand of hair on his sideburns.

Ethereal, bleak......

Around, not only a group of girls were stunned, but even many scholars were stunned.

As soon as Xu Chuan spoke, everyone had goosebumps.

As soon as the next sentence came out, even if they were just ordinary Miss Childe, they understood that this was definitely a famous poem.

It is enough to go down in history and go down in history!

Are they fortunate enough to witness a masterpiece that has been handed down to the world?

Until Xu Chuan stopped and stopped, they were still in a sluggish state and did not react.

Wang Dong pursed his lips, he didn't feel anything, the only feeling was that he wanted to laugh.

After so many years, why didn't he think that he could pretend to be forced in the form of poetry?

But soon Wang Dong understood why!

Because he doesn't need to rely on these crooked ways to pretend to be forced, because he only needs to rely on this face to be able to pretend to be all the force.

What other poetry does he need for this condition and his face?

After all, he is a person who eats by his face, and others can only envy him!

Thinking of Wang Dong in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for this Xu Chuan, what others worked so hard to pursue, in fact, he only needed to show his face to get it, how unfair is God?

Wang Dong feels that God can be a little more unfair!

On the bank of the Tibetan Sword River, the group of talented and beautiful women were dumbfounded.

"Changkong, this word has just begun, why don't you continue?" Everyone was silent in the shock of Xu Chuan's opening, only the fat tiger was the first to react, and couldn't help but ask.

At this time, everyone gradually came back to their senses and looked at Xu Chuan with admiration and shock.

I can't believe that Xu Chuan hit people's souls like this as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Your Royal Highness, as soon as your words came out, the slave family cried into tears!" said the girl in white who had asked Xu Chuan to compose a poem for the Qingxu Sword Saint before.

It's not doing, it's not pretending, it's really crying.

I just listened to the story of the Qingxu Sword Saint, and Xu Chuan matched this sentence again, which was really tear-jerking.

The endurance of the girls in this world for "sprinkling dog blood" is too far worse than that of the earth!

"Your Royal Highness, as soon as your poem comes out, it will definitely be handed down to the world, if it can be completed, we will have the honor to witness the birth of the famous chapter!"

"His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is worthy of his name, Xu Badou's title, I was slightly dissatisfied before, thinking it was too exaggerated, but now I am convinced!"

"Wang Siqi, Zhang Sanliao, Li Donglai, what qualifications do you have to be ranked among the four great talents with His Royal Highness Changkong?"

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......

Xu Chuan sighed, his eyes were extremely profound, and he said: "I can't do this poem anymore, and I'm going to disappoint you." ”

"Why?" the crowd was amazed.

It's a pity that such a famous story is interrupted like this, it's too regrettable!

Xu Chuan shook his head, his face was heavy, his eyes were even more sad, and he sighed: "I think about the Qingxu Sword Saint, my heart hurts very much, and I have no intention of doing it again." ”

The crowd sighed and shouted pity.

A young girl shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is the most affectionate and holy, and he is really the confidant of the Qingxu Sword Saint in the next generation!"

Xu Chuan's face remained unchanged, still full of Qiran, his eyes were deep and sad, his demeanor was graceful, and he was extraordinary.

But he secretly sighed in his heart, what he said was good, but in fact he forgot the words.

This Jiang Chengzi, he can recite it on the earth, but after so many years, he has long forgotten it, and it would be good to remember this beginning.

Although everyone regretted it, they couldn't force Xu Chuan to finish.

Some people are boasting: "Just this one opening is enough to be passed on!"

"In ancient times, there was a poet king Hu Changge, ten steps into a poem, and now there is Xu Changkong, the son of the king of the South, and five steps into a perfect sound!"

"Yes, this opening of Xu Badou, I'm afraid that no one can continue it today. ”

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It is true that Xu Chuan is "talented", but the reason why these people are touting around Xu Chuan is not only because of Xu Chuan's talent, but also because of his family background!

The prince of Nanwang, this is the number one in the entire Great Moon Country.

Xu Chuan slowly walked back to his rattan chair and sat down.

This time, the task given to him by the Heavenly Temple, although it was not difficult, was quite time-consuming.

He only has a one-month mission deadline in the Xuanhong Great World, and now there are less than ten days left!

Wang Dong's guess was right, this guy was indeed from the Heavenly Palace, and he was sent to the Xuanhong Great World to do a task.

Just when Xu Chuan was thinking wildly, a figure walked down from Tianhua Mountain next to the Tibetan Sword River.

Originally, you could only see a black dot, and then you got closer and closer.

"It's Nie Qingyun!" When he saw the faces of the people who came, a scholar suddenly exclaimed.

"The youngest swordsman in the Great Moon Kingdom, the only son of General Nie Yuan, he actually came to Zhennan City!"

"This Nie Qingyun is said to have already obtained the title of 'Swordsman' from the Martial Arts Association when he was eighteen years old!"

"The youngest swordsman before the Great Moon Kingdom is twenty years old, and he has already broken the record!"

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Everyone talked about it, and they were all extremely excited.

The martial artist who was recognized by the Martial Arts Association and awarded the title of swordsman has a much stronger identity than an ordinary reckless martial artist, and his status is not lower than that of the seven-rank official of the Great Moon Kingdom.

What's more, Nie Qingyun is still the only son of the great general Nie Yuan, and his identity is even more unusual.

Nie Qingyun's appearance suddenly made Xu Chuan's brilliance be overshadowed.

Even those little fans of Xu Chuan looked at Nie Qingyun with bright eyes.

Fat Tiger was now beside Xu Chuan, pouted and said, "A group of little ladies who are in the twilight and twilight, you didn't marry just now!"

Xu Chuan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The Great Moon Kingdom is heavy on martial arts and light on literature, in fact, the entire Xiaoxuan Yuan Realm is like this.

With the same reputation, the status of a warrior is much higher than that of a scholar.

Nie Qingyun walked down from Tianhua Mountain and came to the bank of the Tibetan Sword River, as if he had just experienced a battle on the mountain. There was a tear in the sleeve, and there was a little blood on the robe.

There was a fierce aura on his body, which was completely different from the sharpness and sharpness of a scholar, and suddenly the scholar lady present did not dare to talk anymore and became silent.

Wang Dong could feel that the Yang Lang he was following had some fluctuations in his mood after seeing this Nie Qingyun.

Obviously, this guy is here to find this Nie Qingyun.

Presumably, the only son of this great general, is a person who turns the sky upside down!