My primordial spirit can entrust the way of heaven

Chapter 537

At this moment, Shen Dong, who had the ability to copy, stood up and said, "I also have a poem, please taste it!" "

"You also have poetry?" Ming Xinzi said in surprise, this person did not look like a talented person.

"Of course, please listen to me!" Shen Dong held his head high and groaned loudly:

Seen horizontally, there are peaks on the side of the ridge, and the heights and lows are different near and far.

I don't know the true face of the sacred mountain, but I am in this mountain.

......

After the poem was read, the holy light bloomed, and a huge holy light descended from the holy mountain and entered Shen Dong's body.

At the same time, the poems once again turned into words and reflected in the void, and several half-saints appeared.

The entire Wendao Continent was shocked again.

"Another poem that shocks the Saint Realm!"

"Although it is not as good as the previous one, this one has a special flavor!"

"No wonder it alarmed the Half-Saint!"

"With such a level, I am afraid that there is only Fang Shimad under the whole world!"

"Could it be that Fang Yun is mad again?"

......

Fang Yun, who owned the world of strange books, was once again stunned.

Isn't this Su Shi's "Title West Forest Wall"?

Good guys, just change one word this time!

Could it be that he was also a traverser from his world?

There are actually two crossers?

There is also the great literary hero Chu Yunfei, the owner of the pseudonym system Ye Yicheng, Huoyang with a small broken ball, Han Xiaomeng, Xiao Han, Ye Fan and others, once again brushed and looked at Shen Dong, their eyes were very playful.

Could it be that he is also a traverser like Wang Haotian?

The three saints immediately began to comment.

Ming Xinzi said: "Although it is only seven words, but it points out the main characteristics of the holy mountain, it sounds depressed and full of poetry, although the momentum is slightly inferior, but it is only slightly inferior to the previous poem." "

Yuzi said: "It's already good, you can already make such a poem at a young age, you can't ask too much." What I appreciate more is the last sentence, 'I don't know the true face of the sacred mountain, but I am in this mountain', which highlights the greatness of the sacred mountain from the side, and it is like clearing the clouds and seeing the blue sky! "

Yan Sheng Gong said: "The poem is good, the talent is amazing!" "

"Thank you for the affirmation of the three saints, this is also what I came up with when I bathed in the holy light, and I am afraid that I will not be able to make such a good poem when I have another chance." Shen Dong said very modestly.

At this time, Shen Dong was as happy to die as the game god Wang Haotian.

It was really right to choose to copy the knowledge of the literary hero Chu Yunfei, and from his facts, he picked out a poem that he had never heard of before, and changed it slightly, and it immediately became a shocking poem.

Shen Dong secretly glanced at Chu Yunfei and found that his eyes were a little playful, as if the East Window incident had happened.

He lowered his head, feeling inexplicably a little weak, hoping that he would not come to find trouble.

"I also have a poem, please taste it!" At this moment, a female voice sounded.

Looking at the voice, everyone found that it was An Kexin.

I saw that she stood out from the crowd, her face was very calm, and she said:

Only the sky is above, and there are no mountains and qi.

Raise your head and look back at the white clouds low.

......

After the poem ended, the holy light once again burst forth, and only then did the anger rise up in the sky, the poem reflected the void, and several half-saint spirits appeared...

This situation is too familiar, it has been played twice just now, and the readers of the whole world are confused.

Or all scared.

"Another shocking poem?"

"Three songs in a row, less than one cup of tea, what day is today?"

"You forgot, Holy Academy Literary Society!"

"It must be Fang Shimad again, and the poems he makes can continuously alarm the Holy Spirit!"

"He's crazy today, three shocking poems in a row!"

"Breathtaking!"

......

At this time, Fang Yun, who had been misunderstood three times in a row, was once again messy.

Isn't this poem Kou Zhun's "Yonghua Mountain"?

This time it was a copy of the same word, could it be that the woman was also a crosser?

Why so many crossers?

"Xianggong, what's wrong with you?" Yang Yuhuan asked with concern.

Fang Yun shook his head, and a stiff smile appeared on his face: "It's nothing, I just feel that the above poem is too beautiful, and I can't help but fall into deep thought for a while." "

"I believe that Xianggong's poems must be better than them!" Yang Yuhuan said confidently.

"Yes?" Fang Yun laughed awkwardly.

Everyone opens the same hanging, who can be better than whom?

There is also the great writer Chu Yunfei, the owner of the pseudonym system Ye Yicheng, Huoyang with a small broken ball, Han Xiaomeng, Xiao Han, Ye Fan and others who brushed and brushed again.

But the gaze is not playful, but surprised.

Is it another crosser?

An Kexin is a native of the native, is it pierced by the soul?

The three saints were praising again.

Ming Xinzi: "The word holy mountain does not appear in the whole poem, but everywhere it shows the grandeur and height of the holy mountain, as long as you read this poem, you know that it is really wonderful to praise the holy mountain." "

Yuzi: "That's right, although this poem is simple, the simplicity of China is extraordinary. "

Yan Shenggong: "Your talent is not inferior to Xue Qianmei." "

Listening to the praise of the three saints, the reborn An Kexin felt very empty.

Because in the previous life, the three Yashens also had this problem at the beginning, and surprisingly, all the Tianjiao in the world of Reiki Revival showed their talents and suppressed the readers.

And she, as a bystander, also remembered these scoring poems.

Seeing that the two best songs had appeared, she immediately couldn't wait to grab the third song, and sure enough, it was done.

Since her face was not as thick as that of the crosser, she now felt very weak and quietly retreated.

Lin Beifan said adoringly: "Wife, you are so powerful!" I didn't expect you to be so talented! "

"yes, why don't I think?" Adored by her sweetheart, An Kexin is both weak and proud.

"Sister Kexin's talent is indeed outstanding, and in just a few words, she has exhausted the height and grandeur of the sacred mountain, and her talent is very amazing. If he was born here, I am afraid that he would have become the fifth genius before the Holy Age. Xue frowned lightly and lowered her head: "I'm ashamed to say, with Sister Kexin's talent, I may not be able to help you anything." "

An Kexin immediately said: "Don't say that, I just thought of it just now, it's just luck." I may depend on you next. "

An Kexin knows her ability, if she encounters the previous question, it is okay, if it is a new question, she will definitely kneel.

At this time, it is very necessary to have a talented woman to help.