Peerless Martial Soul

Ying Pengchi dared not argue with him, gritted his teeth and nodded.

He pointed to Chen Feng, with a spiteful look on his face, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, Chen Feng, you have a bachelor to protect you, I will not move you now!"

"But you wait for me, I must make you pay for today's things!"

He still feels that Chen Feng doesn't have any strength at all, he just relies on Lin Moyu's shelter.

Don't know, Lin Moyu actually saved him, if he and Chen Feng do something, Chen Feng will definitely defeat him easily.

A look of disdain appeared in Chen Feng's eyes: "This person is really arrogant to the extent that he doesn't know the height of the sky."

At this time, Xue Yankai laughed loudly: "Brother Xu, you are finally here."

He pointed to Chen Feng and said, "If you don't come, some people are afraid that they still don't know their last name?"

"Once you come, you can immediately crush him!"

"Oh? What's the matter?" Ying Pengchi raised his brows and asked.

Xue Yankai reiterated what happened just now. Of course, in his mouth, all the responsibility lies with Chen Feng and has nothing to do with him.

Chen Feng took the initiative to provoke.

"It turns out that this person is Chen Feng, who has recently risen to fame." Ying Pengchi thought to himself.

He even gritted his teeth with hatred, feeling that he was stepped on by Chen Feng.

He considers himself extremely high. Although Chen Feng has risen to fame, he does not take Chen Feng to heart, and does not think of Chen Feng's strength.

However, Chen Feng just made a poem and a poem. He himself thought it was excellent, but he was unwilling to admit it. Instead, he felt a sense of anger and anger, and he was jealous: "Why? Why is his poem? Doing so well?"

If he was contemptuous of Chen Feng just now, now he is jealous of Chen Feng, hatred to the extreme.

At this time, everyone smiled and said, "Well, there have been two questions before, now we will start the third question."

She actually wanted to speed up the progress and finish things as soon as possible. After all, Chen Feng appeared in this poem meeting, which was enough to make her overjoyed.

Her goal has been achieved, and there are other gains, so this poem meeting can also end as soon as possible.

Everyone immediately cheered up. The annual Mandala Flower Festival Poems only had three topics. This was the last one!

Everyone smiled and said: "The first two questions are about scenery. For the third question, let's write about love!"

"Good, good writing."

Ying Pengchi smiled and said, "This is how you show your skill."

Everyone smiled and said: "You don't need to limit the subject matter. You can write about love between husband and wife, love between relatives, and friends."

He smiled and said, "Everyone, please."

When everyone heard it, they were all taken aback, and then their faces showed misery.

Poems of this subject matter are still easy to write, but difficult to write well.

But at this time, Ying Pengchi's face was full of golden light, showing a very excited look, as if he had a chance to win.

He laughed wildly in his heart at this moment: "Hahaha, I just made an article a few days ago, and it was selected as a masterpiece by several poems, which is very respected."

"However, everyone still doesn't know it. It just so happens that you can take it out at this time. With this song, you can suppress Chen Feng's limelight!"

There was a cold, smug smile on his face.

In his opinion, all the limelight should belong to him, and Chen Feng should be damned if he steals the limelight from him!

So, he immediately stood up, smiled and said, "Everyone, you seem to have something to do here."

"Oh?" Everyone was surprised and admired.

"This Ying Pengchi is worthy of being the champion of this year. He has such agile thinking. In just a few moments, he has already thought of it!"

Everyone smiled: "Brother Ying, please say."

Ying Pengchi walked into the arena with a look of grace and grace on his face, and said slowly: "We are married and have no doubt about love. Joyful entertainment is tonight, Yan Wan is in good time."

As soon as the four sentences came out, everyone burst into applause.

Chen Feng also nodded slowly, these four sentences are really good, neat and elegant, quite ancient.

Ying Pengchi glanced at Chen Feng provocatively, and continued: "When the husband is on his way, he looks at the night."

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"Life should return, and death should be Sauvignon Blanc."

After Ying Pengchi's poem was finished, there was a burst of applause at the scene.

"Good poem, really good poem!"

"Yes, Brother Ying is very neat and elegant."

Everyone nodded in admiration, and gave high-five applause.

Seeing this scene, Ying Pengchi was even more proud. He suddenly cast his gaze on Chen Feng, with a touch of provocation at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Chen Feng, I don’t know if you, a great talented poet, can think of any good poems. Is it?"

Chen Feng still had a warm smile on his face. He slowly shook his head, poured himself a glass of wine, drank it, and said lightly: "There is no good poem, Brother Xu's poem is very good."

In Chen Feng's opinion, this poem is indeed good.

But this is not the reason why he didn't write. The main reason is that Chen Feng is really tired of fighting with others.

Enough fighting today, Chen Feng doesn’t want to continue.

However, what he didn't expect was that Chen Feng wanted to calm down the situation, but many people did it well.

Ying Pengchi's face immediately showed a very smug expression, as if he felt that he had won the game, he said loudly and mockingly: "I see, what Xue Yankai said just now is right, Chen Feng, you are a thief."

"I don't know where I stole the poem and word just now!"

He disdainfully ridiculed: "Haha, I will make this song temporarily now, can't you do it?"

Xue Yankai laughed triumphantly beside him, he seemed to feel that he had regained a city and finally won Chen Feng once, and let out a sigh of illness.

At this time, he was extremely arrogant, and said with disdain: "What kind of poetry is Wushuang? I think you are just a idiot!"

At this time, Chen Feng was about to put down the wine glass in his hand, but suddenly stopped in the air.

He shook his head, with an impatient look on his face, staring at the two of them and said: "Since you two want to take your own humiliation so much, then I'm not welcome."

With that, Chen Feng suddenly wanted to spill the wine glass in his hand.

Suddenly, the half of the remaining wine in his glass was all spilled in the air, turned into bits and pieces, and sprinkled quietly.

At this time, Chen Fengfeng stepped forward and came to the court.

His voice is clear and affectionate: "Ask the world, what love is, teach life and death!"

When these three sentences were slowly spit out, the originally noisy field suddenly became quiet!

The needle falls!

A dead silence!

When Ying Pengchi's four sentences came out, they applauded, and when Chen Feng's three sentences came out, they were extremely quiet.