Holy Son is so arrogant

Chapter 77 This poem is vulgar.

Bai Luoxue smiled and said: "Today there is a gentleman Wen Ruyu, who engraves my heart in every word and deed. The dragon and the phoenix are bright and beautiful, and the white clothes and swords are the youngest. There is no such person in the world. He is suspected of being a moon fairy in the sky. He left it in the world to bless him. I wait for the vulgar to open my face."

"buzz"

There was an uproar.

If someone else wrote the poem, everyone might not have such a big reaction.

But Bai Luoxue is different, she is one of the three most popular female monks in dozens of Dao states!

Lofty and unreachable, it is the noble existence of the stars and the moon.

She is even recognized as an iceberg beauty, even the future saint son Luo Xulie can't make her smile.

Numerous male monks regard it as the jewel in their hearts.

Now, what is going on with her writing such a poem?

At this moment, many young heroes only felt empty in their hearts.

Is my goddess about to fall again?
Such a straightforward poem, such exaggerated flattery, this is the rhythm to be posted backwards!

Everyone looked at each other with dejected and depressed expressions. They looked at Su Ping again, and their eyes were filled with monstrous anger!

Two of their three peerless wives have been taken down by Su Ping!
How can this be endured!
But, I can't bear it and I can't, they can't fight after all.
"Isn't this poem too shameless?!"

Naturally, there were quite a few female Tianjiao present, although there were not many of them, they were all furious at the moment!
There was a little jealousy on the face, and many cursed and cursed in their hearts.

However, in the end, he didn't follow suit and wrote poems to Su Ping to express his heart like Bai Luoxue did.

The path they took was different from that of Bai Luoxue, and they also had a heart to become a great emperor, although they had been broken by Su Ping now.

However, there is still some obsession in my heart, and my pride still exists.

For Su Ping, at most, it only stays at the level of appreciation.

Once you find that your love thread has a tendency to exceed the bottom line, you will use the spell of meditation and concentration to cut it off without any crossing.

She wouldn't do something that had no lower limit like Bai Luoxue.

Hearing this poem, Su Ping's eyes lit up.

Whether this poem is good or not, he can't taste it
But Bai Luoxue's praise was so straightforward, which made him very useful.

However, after all, it is a bit vulgar.

"What do you think, son?"

Bai Luoxue looked at Su Ping with burning eyes, eyes full of anticipation.

Su Ping knocked on the table, shook his head, and said indifferently: "It's not good."

"not so good?!"

Bai Luoxue was very surprised, and her face was even more congealed suddenly, with a disappointed expression, as if she had been poured with cold water, and there was endless unwillingness in her heart.

In her opinion, the poem was already excellent!
In order to compose this poem, she changed her clothes on purpose and put on a rather delicate makeup, and she put in a lot of effort for it.

I hope that I can use this to please Su Ping. It would be better if I can directly convince Su Ping.

Unexpectedly, after Su Ping listened, he just shook his head and said something bad?
His expression was even less disturbed.

Do you want to be so perfunctory?
Such a gap made Bai Luoxue, the beautiful woman in Qingcheng, very frustrated.

Everyone present was even more furious, wishing to step forward and tear Su Ping's mouth for their goddess.

Such a wonderful poem, or the beauty of the iceberg, Bai Luoxue, wrote it herself, full of praise, and you actually only commented on it, which is not good?
It's really a blessing in disguise!
If you don't understand poetry, just say it, get up, let me wait to comment!

"This poem is just superficial, without the slightest meaning, let alone any spirit."

Su Ping glanced at the crowd, shook his head, and said calmly.

"This poem is vulgar, not worthy of my Son."

This statement came out.

The scene suddenly fell into silence.

Dead!

The audience was dumbfounded, all the talented and talented people wanted to say something, but they didn't know what to say.

Because what Su Ping said was indeed reasonable.

They were powerless to refute.

This poem is only made between seven breaths, and it is indeed just floating on the surface, without the slightest meaning and spirit.

And Su Ping himself is so extraordinary, as if there is no shortage of gods and men, no matter in appearance, demeanor or appearance, he is impeccable.

This poem is really vulgar.

It's true that he doesn't deserve Su Ping.

However, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to say it yourself?
It was a pity for Su Ping to see everyone's reaction.

If I had known earlier, I would have brought Li Rudao with me when I went out this time!

Failed!
This pity emotion was fleeting, Su Ping said impatiently:

"This poem is not good, and it doesn't satisfy me. Do you plan to hand over all your belongings, or do you plan to die here?"

When Luo Xulie called out Bai Luoxue's name before he died, Su Ping had roughly guessed why Luo Xulie, a guy who was thankless, traveled thousands of miles to Mingyue City to trouble him.

He didn't have much affection for Bai Luoxue, but it was just that he didn't like Bai Luoxue.

After all, everyone present wanted to kill him, or those who saw him being killed were all of the same breed, and Bai Luoxue was not too special.

If you are willing to cooperate and hand over all your belongings, you can leave. If you are not willing to cooperate, you can only die.

Bai Luoxue's face changed again and again, and finally sighed, giving up the idea of ​​asking to become Su Ping's follower.

Because, she knew that if she opened her mouth today, she would only humiliate herself.

Chu Chu pitifully said: "This is all the property of the slave family."

Then, gritted his teeth, and sent a bunch of space rings to Su Ping with a look of reluctance.

"This is all the property of the guardian of the slave family."

Bai Luoxue pushed out a bunch of space rings from his arms again.

She still had some sanity left, and she didn't pin her hopes completely on reciting poems and being appreciated by Su Ping beforehand. She asked for the belongings of her guardians early to avoid embarrassing her guardians.

"Walk slowly without sending."

Su Ping received all the space rings in front of him, smiled and waved.

Bai Luoxue is worthy of being one of the three beauties, and there is even a sage magic weapon, and there are several ten-thousand-year-level precious medicines, and the medicinal power is close to that of ordinary holy medicines.

It is even comparable to Luo Xulie.

"Thank you sir."

Bai Luoxue forced a smile on her face and nodded.

Then he left Guanyue Tower slowly, but at the moment he stepped out of Guanyue Tower, an uncontrollable haze flashed in his eyes, and monstrous hatred emerged.

Gu Shan frowned slightly, and just wanted to remind Su Ping, but Su Ping shook his head to stop him.

Su Ping naturally noticed the change in Bai Luoxue's expression.

However, he didn't take it to heart.

It's just an ant, what kind of storm can it cause?
As soon as this matter happened, there were many people who hated him, should they be killed one by one?
The turmoil caused by Bai Luoxue's poem subsided quickly.

During the period, other people followed suit and wrote poems, but they were even more unbearable, and Su Ping passed them one by one with a black face.

This also made Su Ping extremely worried about the poetic culture in this world.

If you can't even compose a flattering poem that can make do, how dare you come to the poetry meeting?

Hehe, a bunch of garbage.

After the last hero handed over the money for his life, Su Ping straightened his robes, got up very satisfied, and walked out of the Moon Moon Tower slowly.

He was not in a bad mood as he carried a hill piled up with space rings.

Facing Laojiao and Yuexi who were harvesting leeks in the sky, they said:

"My son has limited patience, and I will give you three more breaths. After the three breaths, the city will be massacred!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in Mingyue City was shocked.

The old Jiao raised his head to the sky and roared excitedly, showing his ferocious power, and the monstrous coercion intensified, and all the monks whose auras were incompatible with Mingyue City were suppressed.

Many young heroes who were still on the sidelines suddenly lost their minds and rushed to pay for their lives.

The unlucky lord of Mingyue City burst into tears, "A disaster without reason! A disaster from heaven and man! A good poetry meeting, how did it become like this?!"

After leaving Mingyue City, most of the heroes who handed over all their belongings rushed to the nearby cities one after another, and news about this place came out one after another.

A huge storm was formed and gradually swept across the entire Three Thousand Dao States.

The world is about to boil.

(End of this chapter)