A Paragon of Wuhun

The two two hundred and forty-four chapters are shocked! (Third explosion)

Xue Yankai was a bit angry at this time, and a voice in his heart was speaking loud: "I am afraid that he is doing, I am afraid that this little scorpion does?"

He immediately stood up and pointed to Chen Feng, broke the mouth: "Chen Feng, you are this people! You this grass! Do you know what you?"

"You will not do anything! I am dare to say that you will not make a poem, you don't want to install it! You think you, can we see it?"

"Tell you? You are still unable to cover up the fact that you are a waste grass!"

Chen Fengli did not care about him, just looked at the distance.

Here is enough to overlook the entire Tianyuan Huangcheng.

This time is already a night.

The entire Tianyuan Huangcheng is celebrating the Mandara Festival. People cheer celebrate on the street, people have a tree that is tied with a lot of lanterns, and the mountains are swayed on the street.

These lamp trees, these lights, beautiful, flowers, bloom, blooming in this dark night.

"Dongfeng night flowers thousands of trees, blow, star like rain!"

Chen Feng suddenly opened, and MANCO said.

This three sentences come out, suddenly, the entire venue is quiet, everyone has a wide look, and looks at Chen Feng with the eyes of dare not confidence.

This start, it is said that Chen Feng does this first word, absolutely no general!

At this moment, I suddenly, suddenly, in the direction of Tianyuan Huangcheng Royal Palace, there is a great energy to send a lot of effort, and the strength is incapable.

The entire Tianyuan Dynasty seems to be a shock.

Then, on the sky, there is countless meteorite fall between the sky.

These meteorite scratches long space, because of the violent friction, become a huge fireball, glory illuminate the entire night sky, they have long fell down with long tail flames, just like a star, therefore swing!

This is a project that the Mandara Festival will perform each year, with a strong powerful force to urge the sky meteorite, make it fall!

It is

Star like rain!

This star fell average feast, this countless colorful meteor, the word Chen Feng, dropped a best comment.

In this star, Chen Feng said slowly: "BMW carvings are full of roads, the phoenix sound, the jade pot", one night fish dragon dance! "

"Moth Snowy Willow Yellow Gold, Laughter is Dark Sweet."

"People look for him thousands of Baidu,"

Soon, a word is already an end.

Chen Feng was slowly moving in the field. At this time, he turned back, looked at Han Yu, smiled slightly: "Looking back, the man is in a dim light!"

Next moment, fireworks bloom.

The whole city is shrouded in a colorful fireworks, and people's cheers are so far, still can hear authentic.

What kind of people are bustling, what kind of colorful brilliant poems!

When Chen Feng's last sentence slowly spit out in his embroidered mouth, his face hangs shallow smile.

The opposite Han Yuer, the eyes shine, watching Chen Feng, full of affection.

Then, this smile, turned into a drama, looking to Xue Yankai, smiling: "Xue brother, how is this word? Is it still seen?"

A silence in the field, no one talks, everyone looked at Chen Feng with shocking eyes!

Their eyes revealed with a strong shock, and did not dare to confuse the color.

Next, this shock, this stock did not dare to confidence, it turned into endless burning, envy, even worship!

Next moment, Lin Yushu suddenly stood up and applauded, whispered: "Okay, it is a good word!"

He has always been a very spiritual look, low in the eyelids, leaning on there, and even give people feel that he is already asleep.

At this time, his face is full of excitement, both eyes, obviously excited, excited to the extreme.

And all of his excitement is because of Chen Feng's first word.

His applauded, as if it is a beginning, everyone has stood up and applaud.

"This word, it is a wonderful!"

Next to Lin Yudai, Zhou De call sighed: "The old life is 170 years old, listening to countless poetry, but I don't politely, this is the best."

This old man is a Hanlin, a Hanlin Institute, has been Shi Han, but his home is in the Tianyuan Huangcheng, so it is also invited.

Although he is not particularly high, he is just an ordinary Hanlin bachelor, but he stayed in the Hanlin Institute for more than 100 years, the prestige is very high, and the poetry who has seen it is even more unique.

It means that the poetry of the Tianyuan Huangcheng almost didn't know.

His words have great authority.

At this point, everyone is shocked!

This first word is of course a good good word.

Chen Feng did not know that it was good, there was something in his heart, and it was averaged, and naturally, this word was poured into his own mind.

Lin Muyu smiled: "I see this year's poems don't have to be more than, Chen Feng's first word, don't say it is this year's poetry, the poem in the past ten years, the poem in the past 100 years He can be row up! "

He is excited to the extreme, and even three cups of wine, high voice: "When it is a big white, it is a big white!"

"No, drink a cup is not enough, you have to drink three thousands to express your heart!"

He is a week, and the old man chats, and the same wine is full of wine, and he is holding a cup with him. The two are ,, learn more, laugh!

They are all people who love poetry. At this time, they heard such a word is very excited to be extremely excited.

Lin Muyu looked at Chen Feng. It was full of admires, and asked softly: "Chen Feng, this word, how did you do it?"

Chen Feng smiled: "I don't know."

His mouth showed a light smile: "Perhaps, this is the article this day, the wonderful hand is awkward!"

"Good! Good! Good article, this day, the wonderful hand is awa!"

Lin Muyu looked at Chen Feng. He is full of admires on his face: "I found that you are really export!"

He was very flat at the beginning of Chen Feng's look, without any value, and after Chen Feng made a word, it was ambitious color. "

By now, this excitement is more strong.

However, there is no level of appreciation, and it is more important.

After all, he is a martial arts!

Everyone in the field, as long as it is coming, most of them are people who love poetry, at least have read a lot, naturally, what is much lower.