Martial Arts: Junior Brother Hanyi, the Magic Sword Thousand Blades at the beginning

While speaking, Qi Changkong had the demeanor of a strong man.

Let those beauties and jade girls who came here be envious.

"Now, the Hundred Flowers Club has finished fighting."

"After the unanimous discussion of many martial arts masters, the young heroes who have been selected for the son class this time include Lei Wujie from the Lei family of Jiangnan Thunder Hall, Tang Lian, the disciple of Xueyue City, Wushuang of Wushuang City, and Qi Changkong, the four city lords of Xueyue City! "

"As for the tomb attacking sect Luo Shiqiu and Tianwaitianshao suzerain Wuyi, they are also at the level of sons!"

After a stick of incense.

An elder from Xueyue City came to the ring and preached loudly.

Afterwards, people posted a notice outside Dengtian Pavilion.

Lei Wujie is the fire master!

Tang Lian is the son of a thousand hands!

Wushuang is the son of Wushuang!

As for Qi Changkong, he is Mr. Changkong!

Since Luo Shiqiu and Wuyi were not from the Dali Dynasty, they did not have the title of son.

But the strength of the duo's son-in-law level has been unanimously recognized by everyone!

"Everyone, now that the fighting is over, it's Wendou in the afternoon, everyone prepares for it."

"In addition, the luncheon is ready and ready to enjoy."

Soon, the elder of Xueyue City explained the process.

Only then did everyone leave the attic and went to the main hall to have a banquet.

however.

For this banquet, those ladies and gentlemen who came here are not in the mood to eat.

Wendou in the afternoon, according to the usual practice, you can show your heart to the person you admire.

It's usually a nice gift.

In addition, the women who come here can also participate, show their talents, and let those young talents watch.

Therefore, within a quarter of an hour after the luncheon, they left in a hurry and prepared carefully.

……

It's the day, and it's time to apply in the afternoon.

The Wendou trial officially kicked off.

Poems, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all within the scope of the competition.

There are no rules in the competition, everything is based on Masami.

Regarding Wendou, Qi Changkong, to be honest, the only thing he can do is the way of chess.

As for poetry and songs, Qi Changkong didn't know anything about it, but he definitely couldn't write splendid articles.

But as a time traveler, he can whore for nothing!

According to the current classification of talents in Xuantian Continent.

Whether it is poetry or Fu, there are grades.

Wenxian, Mingfu, Dazhou, Zhenguo, spread the word to the world, shock the saint!

"Little uncle, come quickly!"

Just when Qi Changkong appeared in Wendou's courtyard, he was thinking.

Suddenly, Lei Wujie hurried up to him and said anxiously.

"What's the matter?"

Hearing this, Qi Changkong frowned.

"This rammer has met a rival in love."

Xiao Han said from the side.

"Oh? Let's hear it."

Qi Changkong knew that Lei Wujie liked Ye Ruoyi.

Although this Ye Ruoyi is average in martial arts, she is very talented!

Especially the good piano played by the back hand attracted all kinds of birds to sing.

"Miss Ye, wrote a poem about half-step township."

"Speaking of the man present, if he can write a poem in Dazhou, he can play the piano for him."

"At present, people from the Jiangnan Duan family have written a poem, and it has reached Wenxian County at the beginning. As expected, Dazhou is no problem."

"I heard from Sister Qianluo before that the little master uncle has solved the Zhenlong chess game, and has reached the level of a chess master in terms of chess."

"I think the poems and songs are not bad for anything. I wonder if the little uncle can write me a poem to suppress the man of the family."

Lei Wujie explained dejectedly.

After speaking, he looked expectantly at Qi Changkong.

Hear this.

Qi Changkong looked over.

Sure enough, not far in front of him, there was a wisp of blue talent gushing out, which was three feet high!

And surrounded by many men, a woman wearing a long green dress is extremely elegant.

She is as beautiful as a peach and plum, and she has a knowledgeable and reasonable temperament in every gesture.

Presumably she is Ye Ruoyi from the Ye family!

This Ye Ruoyi's father is Rentu from the Dali Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, his daughter turned out to be so gentle and virtuous.

"It's okay."

"Lei Wujie, don't worry."

"People from the Jiangnan Duan family are not qualified to compete with me in Xueyue City."

"By the way, are there any restrictions on the subject matter of words?"

Qi Changkong patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder and comforted him.

This Lei Wujie, after all, is a disciple of Xueyue City.

What's more, he is Li Hanyi's own younger brother.

How could Qi Changkong ignore the troubles he encountered right now!

"There is no limit to the subject matter of the words, you can use them as you like."

With Qi Changkong's words, Lei Wujie was relieved a lot.

Immediately answered.

"That's good. I'll send you a secret voice transmission later, and you just write as I ordered."

Hearing this, Qi Changkong already had a plan in mind, so he told him.

"Thank you little uncle."

Lei Wujie looked happy.

Not long after, the group came to Ye Ruoyi's side.

Knowing that it was the four city lords of Xueyue City who came, those onlookers gave way one after another.

"Lei Wujie, do you have to compare yourself with this young master?"

"I, Duan Kaiyan, is no better than you in martial arts. That's because I'm convinced, but in terms of Confucianism and Taoism, it's extremely difficult for you to beat me."

At that time, a handsome young man from the Duan family couldn't help but sneered when he saw Lei Wujie coming.

Lei's family, the thunderbolt hall in the south of the Yangtze River, emphasizes martial arts!

For so many years, basically no one has practiced Confucianism and Taoism!

Lei Wujie's master, just walked the way of the sword, and was rejected by the elder Lei's family!

And Duan Kaiyan is Tanhua Lang this year, and he is quite talented!

Writing a poem, poem, song and fu in Dazhou is no problem at his level!

From Duan Kaiyan's point of view, it's not bad that Lei Wujie can read all the characters.

"No comparison, how do you know I can't do it?"

Lei Wujie asked back, and said directly.

"Since that's the case, then you can write."

Seeing that Lei Wujie is so stubborn, even with the beauty in front of him, Duan Kaiyan couldn't get angry.

Just opened Yanlan 247's mouth, but his expression was full of disdain.

Even when the younger generation who was with him looked at Lei Wujie, there was a hint of teasing in their eyes!

"Write and write!"

Regardless of everyone's dissuasion, Lei Wujie strongly agreed.

Immediately after he glanced at Qi Changkong behind him without leaving a trace, he picked up the pen and paper beside him.

"Angry into the crown, leaning against the railing, Xiaoxiaoyu takes a break."

Just as he was about to write, Qi Changkong's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Lei Wujie also thought deeply about this.

I wrote it directly.