My understanding is against the heavens, I am the imperial eagle dog

Below the Poetry Mountain, a huge stone monument stands on the ground.

At this time, Liu Xiu and the three of them and many disciples of the sect gathered around the stone tablet.

"Alas, I failed again, it's so difficult to leave a word on this stone tablet?"

"Oops, I have a headache, let me write poems, aren't you embarrassed~ me?"

"Li Feixian's predecessors are really too pitiful, obviously it is a martial arts inheritance, why is the first level - the test is poetry?"

"Yes, it's too difficult, no wonder no one has been able to get the inheritance of Li Feixian's predecessors for hundreds of millions of years, the first level is so pitted, and the back has to be!"

Everyone looked sad.

Lu Huan silently stepped forward and gently patted the shoulder of the person in front of him.

"Brother, what's going on, what's the first level?"

According to Wei Shen, every time the Flying Immortal Great Secret Realm is opened, the assessment level is different, so the assessment of the previous people only has a little reference value.

It doesn't actually help much.

When the man heard Lu Huan's words, he subconsciously turned around and said: "Alas, Li Feixian's predecessors are really too pitiful, if you want to climb the poetry mountain, you must write a poem on the stone tablet in front of you that satisfies him, so far more than a dozen people have gone up to try it, but unfortunately they can't leave their poems on the stone tablet at all." "

I see.

This test turned out to be writing poetry, and Li Feixian's predecessors were really bad taste.

How can ordinary martial artists have this ability.

Let them practice martial arts and write poems?

Forget it.

After all, there is a specialization in the art industry.

I didn't expect this first level to stump everyone.

Even a genius like Liu Xiu can only stare dryly.

But after the man finished speaking, he suddenly stared at Lu Huan with his eyes, and then opened his mouth wide.

After half a ring, he suddenly shouted, "I'll go, land thief!"

Land thieves?

When did you get such a title?

Lu Huan felt very puzzled.

As soon as the man's words came out, the eyes of the people around him suddenly turned to Lu Huan.

One by one, their eyes widened, as if they wanted to eat Lu Huan.

"Land thief, give me something back!"

"Land thief, take your life!"

Well, these people are basically guys who have been robbed by Lu Huan in the past ten days.

All his savings were snatched away, and when he saw the murderer at this time, he was naturally extremely angry.

"Stop! I'm here to break the rules, you can't break the rules. "

was stared at by countless eyes all of a sudden, even Lu Huan was a little scared.

At this time, if these people rush up, he can only flee in the wilderness.

Fortunately, before entering the secret realm, Da Zhou's side had an agreement with the four major sects.

When fighting for inheritance, you can't fight privately.

Otherwise, Lu Huan really didn't dare to stand up.

Hearing his words, although everyone was very unwilling in their eyes, they finally resisted the urge to do it.

"Lu thief, you wait, when the inheritance is over, our account will be calculated slowly. "

Everyone spoke harshly about the landing.

Lu Huan didn't care at all.

Then he swaggered up to Liu Xiu.

"Hey, brother, thank you before, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had such a big gain, hahaha. "

When he saw Lu Huan coming, Liu Xiu already had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Hearing this, his face became even darker.

He's had a hard time these days.

It can be said that there is a home and cannot go back.

On the Daomen side, his reputation is not much better than Lu Huan, and even the senior brothers in the sect still hate him above Lu Huan.

Who let him pit his own people.

Let him explain in every way, but no one will believe.

Liu Xiu is sad!

Looking at Liu Xiu's expression of eating poop, Lu Huan smiled even more happily.

So you kid wants to trap me, right?

Regarding what happened to Liu Xi, I had already heard about it in the mouths of some Taoist disciples he robbed later.

Lu Huan was naturally very happy to see someone to help him share the firepower.

"You've gone too far, you robbed something, but let me take the blame, Daoye, I've never seen such a brazen person as you. Liu Xiu said viciously.

"Each other, each other. Lu Huan's face was light.

Both of them spoke in low voices, and Liu Xiu had his own plans in his heart.

He has already carried the pot, so naturally he can't carry it in vain.

Anyway, the explanation must be unclear now, so naturally we have to find a way to make a little profit for ourselves.

"Bastard, I'll carry all the pots for you, and I should have a share of your loot. Liu Xiu said in a low voice. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Lu Huan smiled: "Look at what you said, we are brothers, as brothers, what else do we have to share with each other, this is more than that, yours is not mine." "

"What about yours?" asked Liu Xiu with a dark face.

Lu Huan said confidently: "Mine is naturally mine." "

Liu Xiu was so angry by these words that he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"I'll fuck your uncle, can you get a face!"

"No!" Lu Huan replied crisply.

Seeing that he didn't eat so much, Liu Xiu really had no choice, so he said aggrievedly.

"Brother, just pity me, I've been hunted down by my fellow disciples every day these days, I can guarantee that I am definitely the worst Daoist in the history of the Daomen. "

"Don't come to this set, the emotional card is useless to me. "

Lu Huan will not be fooled.

Liu Xiu is a Taoist.

How could he be hunted down and killed by Daomen disciples.

At most, it's just not waiting to be seen.

Now Liu Xiu really has no choice. []

Lu Huan didn't pay attention to him anymore, and turned his head to look at the stone tablet.

At this time, under the stele, a person was writing a poem.

Gathering qi into a sword, one after another true qi fell on the stone tablet, and finally left four lines of poetry.

The edge flashes with cold light, and the heroic posture is proud.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are the same dream, and a sword is in the hand to break through the sky.

The format is neat, and the poem is decent.

It's not too bad, but it's not a good poem either.

I can only barely pass it.

When the man's last stroke fell, a glimmer of light flashed on the stele, and then the four lines of poetry disappeared directly.

It can be seen that this person's poems have not been recognized by Li Feixian.

That's right, if you want people like Li Feixian to be recognized, at least it must be the kind of good poems that can be passed down through the ages, right?

Such a poem, even a scholar who specializes in Xi Wendao, may not be able to make a poem in his lifetime.

Letting a group of martial artists do it, there is no hope at all.

Then the man retreated with a look of loss on his face.

Then another man stepped forward.

It was also a ghostwriter, and it was written in the air.

Although this first level is a test of poetry, it is also a test of martial arts cultivation.

If you can't even engrave poems in the air, you naturally don't even have the qualifications to write poems.

The material of the stone is very extraordinary at first glance, and ordinary four-rank martial artists, I am afraid that they will not be able to leave a trace on it with all their strength.

Soon the second person finished writing.

The green robe and white horse are old and strong, and they don't believe that there are ghosts in the world.

Drunk and lying in the shade of the ancient vine, it can be the sun of the sun.

It was another reluctant poem, and Lu Huan shook his head slightly.

This poem is about the same level as the previous one, and it will definitely not pass the test.

Sure enough, the light on the stone tablet flashed again, and the poem suddenly disappeared.