Everyone didn't know the original Xing of the Tiger King, but they only heard that he wanted the spirit weapon as a reward, and they all echoed loudly, saying that they wanted to participate in the poetry competition, and many people applauded.

According to His Holiness Huling, all the monks around him are eligible to participate.

This means that everyone has the opportunity to get a spiritual weapon.

Masters of big sects such as the Dao Xuan Sect and the Xuantian Sect, they didn't care about the reward of spiritual weapons. But ordinary inner disciples and even true disciples, but they are very enthusiastic about spiritual weapons. Especially for those scattered cultivators around who have no sects, no foundations, and very few magic weapons on their bodies, spiritual weapons are simply unavoidable.

Hu Tutu had already made it clear that he was going to participate in the poetry contest, which meant that Xuantian Sect had already participated in this matter.

Xuantian Sect was involved, how could Dao Xuanzong be willing to fall behind?

There are also suave and brilliant disciples in Daoxuanzong, and the most outstanding person among them is Fu Gaofeng, who has only been promoted to a true disciple in the last two years of Daoxuanzong.

Fu Gaofeng and Hu Tutu were old acquaintances and had a grudge.

At the beginning, in order to compete for the Oiran, Hu Tutu and Fu Gaofeng even fought, but in the end, Hu Tutu won, causing Fu Gaofeng to lose face and be disgraced.

This Fu Gaofeng is a true disciple of Xuanzong at any time, but he has a unique hobby of lingering in the fireworks Liu Lane, looking for flowers and asking willows, and he can be regarded as an elegant character, and he is a famous and well-known figure in the large and small green buildings in Tongtiangang. Especially in the heart of the Qinglou Oiran, this person can be regarded as a big financier.

In poetry, Fu Gaofeng is very good at it.

Decades ago, in order to help a Qinglou woman win the title of Oiran, this Fu Gaofeng even recited a poem for her. On top of poetry, Fu Gaofeng is indeed extraordinary. Before this person became a cultivator, he studied at the age of three, and could recite poetry at the age of seven, and he wanted to take a meritorious test, and entered the court as an official in the mundane time, but he was unexpectedly accepted as a disciple by Daoxuanzong, and now it has been more than 300 years, but the matter of poetry and literature has never fallen.

"Fellow Daoists!"

After Fu Gaofeng got the permission of the elders of Dao Xuanzong, he flew out of the South Peak and said loudly: "Fu Gaofeng of the Lower Dao Xuanzong also wants to participate in this poetry competition. ”

"It's you,!"

Hu Tutu's eyes lit up, and he picked up the sledgehammer and rushed towards Fu Gaofeng.

The enemies were very red when they saw each other, and Hu Tutu had no other superfluous thoughts in his heart, he just wanted to smash Fu Gaofeng to death with a hammer.

"The fat man is back!"

His Holiness grabbed Hu Tutu, showed two big tiger teeth in his mouth, and said, "This poetry contest was proposed by this seat, how can you smash my field? Since he likes to compose poems, let him make poems." Now that the Supreme Ten Battles have not yet begun, you are fighting, won't it make the monks of all the surrounding parties see a joke?"

"Makes sense!"

Hututu nodded, reluctantly putting the hammer away.

When Fu Gaofeng saw Hu Tutu put away the hammer, he thought that he had the upper hand, and proudly took out a fan and slapped it in front of him a few times, making the appearance of a literati and ink writer, and was about to recite a poem......

“SB！”

Hu Tutu scolded angrily and said sarcastically: "Do you have in your brain? It's so cold in this winter, you actually take a fan to fan the wind, aren't you afraid that your egg hairs will freeze and shrink in?"

Fu Gaofeng's expression changed, and he was so angry that smoke rose above his head, but he had already taken out a fan to make a gesture of a literati and an artist, so he couldn't get angry easily, otherwise he would be said that he didn't pretend to be like it, and he couldn't draw a tiger into an anti-dog.

So, Fu Gaofeng rolled his eyes, and had to comfort himself in his heart: "Don't be angry! Don't be angry! I am a great sect of Xuanzong, and this time the Supreme Ten Battles will undoubtedly win." If I fight with this dead fat man, it will seem that my Dao Xuanzong is narrow. The dead fat man was at best a clown who jumped off the beam, and made him happy for a few hours. When the time comes for the big war, I will settle accounts with him, kill him openly, and then skin him and cramp......"

Hu Tutu snorted, and said to Hu Lingzhen: "This SB must have a bad idea in his heart!"

Hu Ling Zhenren asked, "How do you know the Dao?"

"Look at his thief's eyebrows, his eyes are rolling wildly, he must be full of bad water......"

Hu Tutu explained, but seemed to feel that it was not convincing enough, so he hurriedly added a few sentences, "Storytellers say this, singers all act like this, and even those novels are written like this." I, Hututu, am one of the best geniuses in the world, how can I not even know anything about it?"

Fu Gaofeng ignored Hu Tutu, a senior disciple of Daoxuanzong, who was already preparing to chant poetry again.

"Shut up!"

King Hu Ling shouted violently and said angrily: "This seat is the initiator of this poetry conference, this seat didn't let you write poems, no matter how good you are, it's useless." This time, the monks of Xuantian Sect and Dao Xuanzong can only write poems at the end of the day, and you can only do it when others finish it. I'd like to see who the hell is who can get wet with one hand!"

As soon as these words came out, the monks of all factions were very enthusiastic.

One by one, they flew out of the audience and chanted poems in the air.

Those who dare to recite poems in front of tens of thousands of monks naturally have a lot of ink in their stomachs, and the poems they chant are not much worse than those poems that have been passed down for centuries in the mundane world.

Cultivators, the advantage is really too great. There are not a few people who can live for hundreds or thousands of years, and they only need to spend thirty or fifty years to study the way of poetry and writing, and their attainments in poetry and literature are far beyond those of ordinary people.

The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.

There are many monks, and there will always be some who are vassals and elegant.

The monks above flew in the air and chanted poems, and the monks around them applauded. Even the Qingtian Great Immortal stopped shouting, and did not harass the very big thing, which gave face to the seven demon immortals of the Demon Sect.

Before you know it, it's already dawn.

A glimmer of morning light shone from the eastern sky, but most of the brilliance was obscured by the heavy snow, and when you looked up to the east, you could only see the gray sky.

The Ten Battles of the Supreme are about to begin.

Hu Tutu couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up a sledgehammer and flew into the air, drove down a real human realm monk, and roared: "Lao Tzu hasn't recited poetry yet!"

"Hehe, what poems do you have, come quickly!"

The Tiger King looked cunning and said, "You kid doesn't have a little ink in his stomach, what kind of poems can you chant?"

Fu Gaofeng stood far away, also with a mocking face, and thought to himself: "I know the details of this dead fat man." He was just a boy from the wilderness, he didn't have any ink in his stomach, and he didn't read any books at all at a young age, how could he chant good poems? This time, Xuantian Sect was embarrassed!"

"Listen up! I made a peerless poem today, called Yongxue! The last two sentences are: The snow is rolling all over the sky, and it is really cold!"

Hututu shook his head, thinking that he had made a good poem that has been passed down through the ages, but after doing the first two sentences, he would not be able to do the next two sentences for a while.

"Haha......ha

Fu Gaofeng covered his stomach, laughed so much that tears came out, and scolded: "You SB is insulting Sven, this is also a poem, and it is also a peerless good poem?"

Unexpectedly, Hu Tutu took a deep breath, pointed to Wang Zhixuan, who was dressed in white at the top of Nanfeng, and Huang Wushen, who was dressed in yellow, and continued to chant the poem: "The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen!"

Wang Zhixuan and Huang Wushen gathered their body protection qi early, and the snow covered their bodies......