Su Li took a deep breath, and the pen in his hand was like a swimming dragon, and began to fly across the paper. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info rose by seven inches with a whoosh, and by five inches after a sentence was written.

After writing three sentences, he slammed onto the two-foot paper, and it was already a Zhifu poem.

"It's so strong, it deserves to be the first in the last Beidu Mansion!"

"Yes, Su Li will definitely become a Confucian in the future!" said many Xiucai excitedly, and there was no jealousy.

After all, Su Li's excellence has reached the point where most people can't be jealous, and only worship is left to look up.

"It's really good!" Zhu Zidan's gaze became solemn, if Su Li's last sentence was perfect enough, he might be able to rank three Aozhou.

"It's a pity that I can't form a literary palace, otherwise with the poetry of the Tang and Song dynasties, the road of literature and Taoism can go far!" Zhuang Yichen felt such an atmosphere, and felt a little regretful in his heart. However, when I thought that I had obtained the inheritance of the Martial Saint, and with such an anti-heaven thing as the Holy Demon Tower, there were infinite possibilities in the future.

At this time, Su Li had already written three words in the last sentence, but the speed of the qi gushing was obviously much slower.

The last sentence is the finishing touch, which can drive the sublimation of the whole poem, but it is also the most difficult part.

Su Li's poem was completed together, although it integrates the advantages of everyone, but it has no independent personality.

So the last sentence, although not bad, does not add the finishing touch. In other words, it is to lose Shen Yun and cannot reach the level of the third-level Aozhou.

The talent is two feet six, and it can be regarded as an upper-middle level in the second-level Zhifu poetry, which is relatively rare.

Zhu Zidan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, if Su Li could write a third-level Aozhou poem, then he had little chance of winning.

"It's really good!" Cheng Dieyi saw the poem written by Su Li, and her beautiful eyes also exuded a little brilliance, but she still shook her head and said, "It's a pity that there is less charm." ”

"Brother Su, now I'm going to be ugly!" Zhu Zidan laughed, attracting the attention of the audience to him.

The speed at which he writes is very fast, and his talent is constantly rising, although he is not in a gushing state, but he is walking very steadily, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

By the end of the third sentence, his talent had also reached two feet two, on par with Su Li. At this time, everyone's eyes seemed to be attracted by the magnet.

How Zhu Zidan's last sentence is related to the high and low between the Northern Capital Mansion and the Lintian Mansion Xiucai.

"I didn't expect the battle between literati to be so tragic!" Zhuang Yichen saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This world is really too different from the rules and common sense on the earth.

These written poems, even if they are first-class county poems, have extremely strong power and wonder.

Zhu Zidan smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and seemed to be confident in dropping the last stroke, and his talent skyrocketed at this time, and he directly grew a lot.

"It's two feet nine!" someone couldn't help but exclaim, and Su Li and the others' faces had turned pale. Regardless of whether he can reach the third level of Aozhou in the end, he will lose.

This is tantamount to losing the face of the Northern Capital, and the weight is too heavy.

"Bang!" A soft sound, the talent jumped a short section again, three feet full!

Colorful light flashed in the sky, and suddenly there was the sound of a bell ringing, three rings in a row, and the whole Jizhou could hear it.

This is the praise of the rules of heaven and earth for the poetry and articles that have reached the Aozhou level, and the envious eyes continue to gather on Zhu Zidan.

"Brother Zhu is really smart!" Su Li said with some difficulty, this is a big blow to him, and I am afraid that he will not recover until he is tested.

"Brother Su has won the award! It's still early, I hope to see you surpass me!" Zhu Zidan smiled.

Although he was victorious, he was personable, which made many women who came out with his brother shine.

"Such a man, even I am a little tempted!Sister Cheng, aren't you tempted!" At this time, Leng Rushuang teased Cheng Dieyi.

"I said, unless it is the first talent in Yan Kingdom, it is not enough to just write poetry in Aozhou!" Cheng Dieyi said with a calm expression.

"Jizhou's literary style is indeed at its peak, but some talents are making these poems, which is really rare!" Leng Rushuang praised.

Su Li was defeated, and the talents of the Northern Capital Mansion were like defeated roosters who couldn't even lift their heads.

"It's really hateful, this Zhu Zidan must be a poem that has been prepared a long time ago, otherwise how can he make an Aozhou poem on the spot!"

"Excuse me!Ah, Brother Zhuang, you're really here!"

"Hey, aren't you the purple mulberry Fangluo of Fang Cai?" Luo Wuxi turned his gaze and said strangely.

"Come in!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly and said. Fang Luo said that before, he already had a premonition in his heart.

"Since it's Zhuang Yichen's friend, it's also our friend!" Su Li's face regained his calmness and said politely.

"The people of Lintianfu are so rampant, relying on a third-level Aozhou poem to despise our Northern Capital Mansion!" Fang Luo said directly not long after he sat down, glancing at Zhuang Yichen.

"Yes, it's a pity that the time is too short, otherwise we will also make an Aozhou poem to defeat him!" Luo Wuxi immediately took him as a confidant and said.

"There is still half an hour left, and we still have a chance!" Fang Luo said, waving his fist.

"It's difficult! I made a third-level Aozhou poem in half an hour, I'm afraid even a group of Jinshi can't do it here!" Luo Wuxi immediately said dejectedly.

"I feel like there's someone who can do it!" Fang Luo said at this time.

"Who is it?" several Xiucai immediately asked in unison. If someone can also make Aozhou poems, it will be able to deal a severe blow to the arrogance of Lintianfu.