Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Listening to the bronze giant drum, with desolation, with the sound of Hongmeng, the dragon prince's eyes showed a trace of suspicion. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But wasn't that bronze drum lost in the Great War of Gods and Demons?

Why is there a sound of wild bronze drums bursting out of the tribute courtyard?

Could it be that this giant drum was finally acquired by the Terrans?

The eyes of the dragon prince showed a look of jealousy.

In the memory of his bloodline, it was because of this copper drum that the battle of the ancient gods and demons broke out.

It is precisely because of the relationship between this huge bronze giant drum that the demon race will decline, the inheritance will be severed, and the human race will rise.

It was precisely because of this giant drum that the heavenly dome would be broken, and the era of the gods ruling the continent would end.

It is precisely because of this giant drum that countless powers have crossed the star field and cultivated in a higher level plane.

Qingqiu Wild Fox was also looking in the direction of Gongyuan, but there was no memory of the Great War of Gods and Demons in his bloodline.

This also shows that the bloodline of the Qingqiu Wild Fox is much worse than that of the Dragon Clan's prince. As long as the prince of the dragon clan does not die young, his future achievements will definitely be above the green fox.

Although the green fox does not know the origin of the bronze giant drum.

But his eyes were also constantly shrinking, and his face was full of surprise.

Because he found that this desolation came from the sound of Hongmeng's drums, not from the real giant drums, but from the sound of the pen falling through the paper.

It's also shocking.

Who is the person who has such attainments in the art of calligraphy?

In his opinion, this person's attainments in calligraphy are no longer under Mr. An Le's "wonderful brushwork". More on top of their own "three points".

When did the Terrans have so many talents?

Is it a prison sentence?

Thinking of Situ Xing's appearance, Qingqiu Yehu couldn't help but shake his head lightly, throwing this thought out of his mind.

Impossible!

Situ was only a weak crown in his years, lacking life experience, even if he was a genius, it was impossible to realize the essence of calligraphy.

There won't be such an amazing atmosphere.

Zhang Yujie, who has the reputation of the first son of Beijun, is not as good as Situ Xing in terms of knowledge and poetry, and he is not very old, so it is impossible to write such a meteorological text.

So since it is not Situ Xing, it is not Zhang Yujie.

"Could it be the Boy of Bliss?"

A thin figure with two pupils in the eyes appeared in the heart of the old fox of Qingshan, but he quickly threw this idea out of his mind.

How is this possible!

He is just a yellow-mouthed child, how can he write such a meteorological text.

Then there is only one possibility, that is, in addition to Mr. An Le, there are also unknown talents hidden in North County.

In the impression of the old fox in Qingqiu, those who can achieve such achievements in the way of calligraphy must be old men with gray temples and full of wealth.

"The Terrans are really thriving!"

"He is worthy of being the protagonist of heaven and earth!"

Although he was a little reluctant, the old fox of Qingqiu had to admit it.

"The demon clan is not as good. ”

In Mr. Qinghu's mind, the Bliss Boy is just a drooping child, without the slightest life experience. It is impossible to understand the true meaning of calligraphy.

However, things in the world are so wonderful, and the people who think the most impossible are often the most likely people.

It is precisely because of this kind of thinking misunderstanding and inertial thinking that many people are slapped in the face intentionally or unintentionally.

In the West it is called Murphy's Law.

Buddhists call this phenomenon cognitive disability.

。。。

Bliss, who was as immature as a child, squatted on the stool, and the brush in his hand swiped across the paper, making bursts of thunder and thunder like a bronze drum.

Every word on the paper is like a bell and drum ringing in unison.

The words are round, and they look like huge, wild bronze war drums.

The desolate, Hongmeng voice is made by these war drums.

Rumble!

Another text falls!

The words on the paper resonate and make a more magnificent sound.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

In the end, the loud sound seemed to be substance, forming ripples visible to the naked eye.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

The Confucian students who were taking the exam seemed to have encountered an earthquake, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the bookcase jumped like a fairy. Some of the wooden houses made painful noises, as if they could collapse at any moment.

"What's wrong!"

"What the hell is going on?"

One by one, the Confucian scholars looked at the brushwork and ink that was scurrying around, and the wooden house that looked like it was about to collapse, and their eyes showed a look of surprise and fear.

"Did the ground cow turn over?"

"Oh my God!"

The timid Confucian looked frightened, and shouted a little miserably. Li Zixuan and the others who were watching couldn't help frowning.

How can such a character benefit the people and share the worries of the country.

I couldn't help but feel a trace of displeasure in my heart, and I remembered the number plates of these people in my heart.

Those Confucian scholars didn't know it, and they pounded on the doors and windows with some fear, trying to escape. The soldiers guarding the outside hurriedly stepped forward to stop them, but the Confucian students, who had already lost their minds, were scurrying around like headless flies, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

"Humph!"

Li Zixuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but snort coldly.

Although his voice was not loud, it was like thunder, and the chaotic and frightened Confucian body couldn't help but stiffen, only to feel like he was being splashed on the head by a basin of ice water. Suddenly regained consciousness.

"Poof!"

The god in the air stood up, his whole body was full of light, and he threw down a magic weapon that looked like a net bag and a lampshade, and enveloped the wooden house of the Boy of Bliss.

A huge ripple-like sound wave struck the net and disappeared into nothingness.

The tremor outside went away.

The Bliss Boy subconsciously looked up, only to see an invisible film like a water curtain appear around the house. The sound waves, which were as powerful as waves, were actually absorbed by this seemingly fragile film.

The god standing in the air couldn't help but show a look of relief in his eyes. Fortunately, this magic weapon can absorb sound waves, otherwise it will affect the imperial examination.

I'm afraid they, the gods, and the invigilator will be punished.

Now because he stepped forward to turn the catastrophe into invisibility, not only is he not at fault, but he has merit.

See no longer influencing others.

The Bliss Boy no longer paused, and the brush fell like a dragon and a snake, forming round words.

The bronze drums made a sound that shook the sky. In the end, it turned into a huge bronze war drum, standing on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, and a trace of sound waves was like ripples in the water, constantly spreading around.

The magic weapon that looked like a lampshade net pocket couldn't withstand such a powerful force, as if cracks appeared in the broken glass.

The god who saw it couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, but he didn't dare to be angry with the Bliss Boy. I can only keep increasing my mana, hoping that the magic weapon can support the Bliss Boy until he finishes writing.