This young man in the soap clothes wrote as if he was a god. Soon, rows of fonts appeared, and each font shone brightly... and he wrote more and more, not like writing poems or lyrics, but writing articles.

A few hundred words appeared soon. At this time, the young man in soap clothes stopped his pen, opened his mouth, and pronounced the written words in a slight manner. Each word could activate the power of heaven and earth around him. At first, it was like a ripples, but then turned into waves, and then it became a turbulent wave!

Sanbian, who was knocking on this fan, couldn't help but frown slightly. The article written by this man was very literary and had a high level of attainment. The words and sentences not only triggered the fluctuations of the power of heaven and earth, but also attracted the thoughts in people's minds and the wineworms in their stomachs. It really made him feel like he had to drink if he wanted to drink!

At the same time, when this person pronounced these words, the three changes were affected.

"You are shameless!"

The flower demon sitting next to the Sanbian suddenly cried out and said, "You must have deliberately disturbed the young master's creation by reciting this way, and it is really despicable!"

The young man in soap clothes ignored him and continued to recite until he finished reading what he had written. He continued to write, as if the previous recitation had inspired him.

"Don't be like this. If I am really affected, my practice is not enough."

The young master of Sanbian stopped the banshee's peach's shout. At this moment, Sanbian has paid attention to the young man in soap clothes. Although this person is not at a high level, his attainments are extremely high, and he even reaches the rank of princes, which makes Sanbian know that he is really meeting his opponent.

However, when the man heard Mitao's shouting, he ignored him indifferently, which showed that his mind was extraordinary.

The young master of Sanbian knocked on the fan and did not close the five senses, because he knew that the writing created by the young man in soap clothes could reach his heart directly. It was even more inappropriate to block it.

He calmed down and fell into his own creation. What he was best at was lyrics and music, and this was Fangqu. Even if the other party had already prepared this article, he was not without an advantage. After all, he had a lot of time to go to Fangqu, and he knew best how to persuade him to drink.

After calming down, font combinations appeared in his mind. His practitioners of literary skills naturally knew how to achieve higher accomplishments in writing combinations and how to form artistic conception.

Soon a poem appeared in his mind. Then he revised it several times.

During this period, the young man who achieved enlightened recited the fragments written several times, and the fluctuations in the power of heaven and earth around him were as good as stormy waves.

Soon, the music stopped and the dance was fine.

Those dancing witches who were already watching were all looking at the two people in the fight.

But the young man in soap clothes read the last paragraph. After the last word fell, the storm waves that fluctuated the power of heaven and earth became stronger and stronger, swept the spiritual paper and rushed into the beads floating above.

The beads shaking continuously. Then eighteen rays of light radiated!

"The Eighteen Lights of the Literary Dao are equivalent to the attainment of the royal rank. Who is this young man in the soap? He is really a monster. He is just a low-level general!"

"Listen to his article, my wine worm was completely hooked up. Even if I drink him for three days and three nights, I can't remove the wine worm. It's so scary!"

A group of onlookers were talking, and while talking, they even poured the wine they were holding in their mouths.

Not to mention what the eighteen rays of light represent, just by looking at the actual effect, the methods of this literary way are also amazing!

"Three changes, it's your turn, you can't be afraid!"

After seeing the eighteen rays of light, the expression was greatly improved. This time, he really did not invite the wrong person. At the same time, he had made up his mind to be close to the young man in soap clothes. He was just a low-level war general. He actually reached the rank of the king and princes, almost crossed a great realm! Such a person's future achievements must be unimaginable, and even once he was sent to those five major academies or was attracted by a major sect, he could soar into the sky!

The young master of the Sanbian also saw the eighteen lights and his expression became solemn. Then he pronounced the words he had made, which were less than a hundred words in total, but each word was like a hammer and hit the hearts of the people present, causing more wine insects in his body to be smashed out. The scene of the wine pond and meat forest appeared in his mind, and his eyes were full of dazedness, and everyone was willing to live a drunken life and dream and die!

With a wave of his hand, the power of heaven and earth triggered around him also rolled the words written by the three-change young master into the bead. The beads immediately trembled continuously, and then emitting eighteen rays of light.

The two are the same, they are not the same!

This surprised everyone present with drunken eyes. One was that he might have prepared in advance and wrote more words in the article, but he was just a low-level general. The other was that he temporarily played a lyric that could be matched with the song, but he was a person who had been famous for a long time.

For a moment, it is really hard to tell the difference between people with discerning eyes.

Of course, the same eighteen rays of light say it all.

"Get out!"

The Fuji said a little unwillingly, and the three-bian master had no objection and nodded.

"etc!"

At this time, the young man in soap opened his mouth, looked at Yang Qi, and said, "You haven't done it yet. If you can reach fifteen rays of light, you will win this game."

When Fu Ji heard this, he was about to curse secretly, but his eyes lit up soon and he said to Yang Qi: "Yes, if you can have fifteen rays of light, you will win. Of course, if you don't reach fifteen rays, then we will win. How about it?"

The volleyball team has confirmed that the Blue Ocean tribe in front of us is not knowledgeable. Although they have some insights and inspirations, they will definitely not be able to achieve fifteen rays of light. This is a great opportunity.

Of course, this requires the three changes to agree, so the last two words "how" are asked towards the three changes.

After hearing this, Sanbian's eyes flashed for a moment, and then he smiled and said to Yang Qi, "Brother Big Stick, you have decided on this matter."

Yang Qi's thoughts immediately became active. According to the saying on earth, this friend had Santiedi, poked the window together, carried the gun together, and floated through Chang together. Now Yang Qi and Sanbian are both in this Liushui family. Although they are just drinking, they are equivalent to having the experience of the Third Iron. If they write poems together to pretend to hit the other person in the face, they should be considered as having to fill in the first two irons. Therefore, they decided to give it a try so that they can quickly get along with these Sanbian Gongzi so that they can better inquire about the Blue Ocean Clan.

Of course, this premise is that Yang Qi judged that the three-change young master was not a jealous person.

After thinking about it, Yang Qi smiled at Sanbian and said, "I like to join in the fun, so I will just mess around again. I believe that even if I lose, my brother Sanbian's literary talent will definitely win the next two games."

"Brother Big Stick is modest."

When the Sanbian Gongzi heard this, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

And the Volderator laughed even more.

Only the young man in soap clothes seemed to be looking forward to something, and his fists couldn't help but hold them together.

Yang Qi said to the banshee Mitao: "My name is ugly, and I have never practiced literary skills. I'm sorry to write for the girl."

The peach banshee nodded, took out a spiritual pen and a piece of spiritual paper, and was ready to write it down for Yang Qi.

Yang Qi picked up the wine, held it in his hand, and did not drink it. Then he read the first two sentences: "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns. Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is as dark as the morning is as snow as the night is in the evening."

As soon as these two sentences were spoken, many people were stunned, and some people even wondered whether these two sentences had something to do with Nima's urging drinks.

Only the man in the Sanbian and the soap clothes had a lit up eyes.

"Time passes, life is short!"

"Sadness can make you strong, sorrow but not hurt!"

The two of them sighed almost at the same time.

"You must be happy when you are in a happy life. Don't let the golden cup be empty against the moon! I am born with my talents and will be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone!"

When Yang Qi read these two sentences, the young man in soap clothes who was sitting stood up directly, and the look of Fu Ji's eyes completely shocked. At this moment, if he could no longer hear the good words, he would be ashamed to say that he was a person who practiced literature. Even if even the demon girl and a kind of bystander were shocked by these two sentences, even if they could hear the heroic spirit from it, it was definitely not a true heroic spirit that could be compared with pretentious behavior!

As for the three-changing young masters, he heard a lot of things. He knew that Yang Qi was captured by the demon clan. At this moment, he saw the positive nature of being unappreciated from this seemingly negative, and even saw Yang Qi's high confidence. He couldn't help but exclaim and applaud!

This is not nonsense, this is really writing about himself!

"If you cook the gods and kill the demons, you must drink three hundred cups in one. Three changers, peach fairy, don't stop the cup. Sing a song with you, please listen to me. Bells, drums, delicacies, and jade are not expensive, I hope you will never wake up after being drunk. In ancient times, all sages were lonely, and only those who drink were the names. The God King had a banquet for Pingle and had a fight of ten thousand wine and was full of joy. What did the master say that he had little money? He had to buy and drink with you? A five-color horse, a thousand gold fur, and called two generals to exchange for fine wine, and they would be sold for eternal sorrows."

After the words came to an end, everyone felt that the second half of the poem was wild and became more and more crazy, with ups and downs and heroic words. At this moment, the poet was no longer a guest here, but became the master. He seemed to be on a high seat, making his point of being arrogant, but he certainly did not make people feel anything wrong, and even felt that it should have been like this. Finally, the sentence "I will be able to save you forever sorrow" came out directly to the hearts of the people, pointing out the theme, and corresponding to the beginning and end.

Suddenly, the strange phenomenon of "white clouds come from the sky, and disappears with the wind" suddenly appeared in the house. This poem, which was not read by a scholar who practiced the text, suddenly triggered the power of heaven and earth, as if the sea was overturned, the heaven and earth were about to collapse!

This force of heaven and earth was rolled up, and the beads that detected literary achievements in the sky were shattered with a bang.

Bang, bang.

A series of sounds appeared, and the onlookers were drunk on the ground, and they were really persuading the drunken people. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!