Sign to Nine Yang Divine Body

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. Take care of Qingrencheng, and then take care of Qingren's country. Ning doesn't know the love of the city and the country, and a beautiful woman is hard to find again.

The poem handed in by Lin Chen was read out in public by the beauty referee.

For a while, the audience was quiet, and everyone was dumbfounded.

With their level of poetry, they simply can't understand and don't know how to appreciate the beauty of Lin Chen's poems.

However, although I don’t understand the participating disciplines, I still know that the poems written by Lin Chen are definitely better than those written by Li Hu.

"Lin Chen Senior Brother’s poems are ingenious, but I still don’t understand them!"

"Yes, in my opinion, Lin Chen Senior Brother’s poems, The evaluation is Perfect level. There is nothing wrong with it. The only drawback is that it is not easy to understand!"

"Wonderful, wonderful, Senior Brother Lin deserves to be a poetic genius!"

In the lobby, there was a lively discussion, at first there were not many dísciples supporting Lin Chen.

But Lin Chen got a perfect rating from the referee. He definitely has boundless prospects. Maybe he can enter the top three of the poem tournament and get the key cultivation of Ling Heavenly Sword.

Therefore, the smart dísciple has already thought about getting close to Lin Chen and making a good relationship.

However, Lin Chen didn't care about the words flattering and fawning, as he didn't hear it.

After the beautiful referee read the poems, the scene was restless for a while, and people were immersed in deep shock.

Among them, some beautiful female disciple, beautiful eyes are full of splendor, and the eyes looking towards Lin Chen are so explicit that they can't wait to eat Lin Chen in one bite.

"Well, everyone, now our first round poem tournament is over, please take a break and the second round game right away!"

The beautiful referee said loudly, The disciplines present are all gathered together and touted each other.

Beside Lin Chen, many fans have gathered, among them, the beautiful female disciple is the main one, and they are very enthusiastic.

Lin Chen is not only handsome, strong, but also capable of composing poetry. In the hearts of many beautiful women, it is perfect and without blemish.

As long as they can say a word with Lin Chen, they all feel very happy.

However, Lin Chen is always indifferent and has no interest in the beauties around him.

In the Moyu Pavilion, Su Xiaoran sat there, looking over with a pair of beautiful eyes, with infinite admiration.

Su Xiaoran has known for a long time that Lin Chen is very extraordinary, but she didn't expect Lin Chen is still a poet. The poems made by Lin Chen have far-reaching images and meaningful meanings. They are simply famous sentences from the ages!

In the hall, many literati poosers couldn't help but began to sing Lin Chen's poems.

However, they don’t know how to break sentences, and they don’t know the rhythm of the recitation, so it sounds awkward.

Li Hu stood in the crowd, looking very disappointed.

From time to time, there are whispering voices sounding, nothing more than mocking Li Hu.

Lin Chen's indifferent eyes were swept, and he glanced at Li Hu coldly: "I remember, you said earlier that if my rating is above average, you will kill you?"

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Lin Chen's calm tone made Li Hu shocked.

The disciples present are all looking at harboring malicious intentions, and they are ready to watch the show.

"I..." Li Hu's face was stiff, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"Li Hu, everyone heard it just now, don't you believe it?" Lin Chen said with interest.

"I said I hit and died, but I didn't say when!" Li Hu made a strong statement.

"Li Hu, since you are not willing to fulfill your promise, then I will help you!"

A cold electricity burst into Lin Chen's eyes, and a cold killing intent was released .

"You...what do you want to do?"

Li Hu was taken aback. I don't know why. His cultivation base is clearly above Lin Chen, but he felt it. The terrifying aura released by Lin Chen, he can't handle it at all!

In the Moyu Pavilion, Ling Heavenly Sword was present, and Lin Chen and Li Hu looked like with swords drawn and bows bent, but they did not stop them.

There are also many referees who Ling Heavenly Sword Sect did not stop, in fact, at first was originally something Li Hu provoked.

Now, Li Hu has lost the bet and has not fulfilled the bet. The great abilities of Heavenly Sword Sect on the scene will certainly not support him.

"Li Hu, I now give you two choices. Either you will be killed by a head hit, or you will take off your clothes and run ten laps on the main peak!"

Lin Chen The cold voice sounded, the killing intent in his eyes did not hide.

Li Hu frowns, began to think seriously.

Not long after Li Hu clenched the teeth, he lost his bet, or he is still in the crowd. If he refuses to fulfill it, how to save face later.

Although, after going out for ten laps, he cannot continue to participate in the poem tournament, which is also very embarrassing.

However, the pressure Lin Chen released was too terrifying. Li Hu could not resist at all and could only yield.

Li Hu has no doubt that Lin Chen has the ability to kill him.

Furthermore, with Lin Chen's outstanding performance, even if he was killed in Mo Yuge, I am afraid that the Elders and the Lord Ling Heavenly Sword will not be in charge.

After all, it is Li Hu's own cheapest gambling contract.

"Okay, just run!"

Li Hu gritted his teeth and soon took off his clothes, revealing his hardcovered arms.

Then, in the eyes of people shocked and expectant, Li Hu ran out.

Round around the main peak of Ling Heavenly Sword Sect and start to run.

For a time, many of the disciplines of Moyu Pavilion followed out, wanting to see the excitement.

Anyway, the poem tournament of the second round has not started yet, they can still see Li Hu running.

In addition, besides Moyu Pavilion, there are many dísciples. I heard that Li Hu was going to run ten laps, and they all came out to watch the fun.

Anyway, it’s never too big to watch a lively event. In a short moment, many people who eat melons gathered to watch Li Hu’s wonderful performance.

Not long after, in Moyu Pavilion, the beauty referee announced the start of the second round poem tournament.

Those dísciples who were onlookers all came in, preparing for the second round competition.

Soon, the beauty referee gave the title of the second round poem tournament.

It is exactly the same as the topic of the first round competition, but still describes the appearance of Su Xiaoran.

Of course, the premise is that the same poem cannot be used in the first round game.

The crowd was in an uproar, and it seemed that the referees who made the question did not bother.

But in fact, the referees have spent a lot of thought.

The questions in each round are the same, which means that the contestants have to switch a different angle each time to describe Su Xiaoran, which undoubtedly increases the difficulty a lot.

The test time of the second round is shortened to two minutes, which is more difficult.

I want to make a relatively good poem within two minutes. It is not possible to reproduce it. It is not something ordinary poets can do.

Presumably, through the second round, most of the contestants will be eliminated. Only those dísciples who have obtained the excellent level in the first round can stay.

Those dísciples who get ordinary evaluations in the first round have a high probability of being out of the second round.