The eternal strong man from Tiandao Academy loudly announced that the last stage of the literary fight had officially begun.
"Please have a friendly exchange with all the proud kings."
After finishing speaking, the Ancient Patriarch of Tiandao Academy returned to his seat, sipping the tea very comfortably with a smile on his face.
After seeing Junshen's miraculous skills in the art of music, they were full of absolute confidence in Junshen's next communication session.
Ever since they met this young man, the methods he displayed could always subvert their perceptions.
Judging from his behavior, he is a very calm person and will not do anything that is uncertain.
At this moment, a low roaring sound sounded from the high platform.
A four-sided stone monument rises from the ground with light flowing from one side to the other.
"snort!"
Holy Son Wuchen, Holy Son Hunter Dragon, and others sneered, and they all pointed at the writing, and their fingers shot out, leaving words like dragons and phoenixes dancing on the stone tablet.
Every word, every stroke contains momentum and killing power.
The words they wrote on the tablet appeared on all sides at the same time, so that no matter where they were present, people could clearly see what was written on it.
"For those named Jun, according to the rules, we will write it out and you, Canglan, will recite it! Should you do it, or should someone else do it?"
Holy Son Wuchen and others had sneers on their faces.
These words condense their laws and will, with majestic momentum and terrifying killing power.
As long as you climb up to the high platform and recite these words, you will be brought into the illusion of artistic conception and bear the crushing and killing impact of the majestic momentum!
Although they were not confident that they could defeat Jun Wuxie one-on-one at this stage, with so many people joining forces, it would be equivalent to a wheel battle, and the result would be different.
No matter how strong Jun Wuxie is, if he recites their poems one by one, he will continue to withstand the impact of their majestic momentum and murderous attacks. His energy and spirit will inevitably be severely consumed, and he will eventually be exhausted, revealing his failure!
"Winds and clouds fight with blood madness, hunting dragons and swallowing heavenly phenomena!
The starry sky is vast for eternity, when will I be called a king! "
Jun Wuxie read it out slowly, but his expression was very calm.
This is written by the Holy Son of the Dragon Hunter. It is quite crazy. Every word contains his arrogance and wildness. He is domineering and wild, and his momentum is like a rainbow.
From this we can see his arrogance and self-confidence, as well as his ambition and ambition to dominate the starry sky and become the king of all races!
If other young kings were to read aloud, they would definitely be impacted by the momentum and killing power condensed in these words, and it would definitely be impossible to remain calm.
But he met Jun Wuxie.
To him, such an impact on his will was like a child playing house.
The muscles on the Dragon Hunting Son's face twitched. He couldn't believe that Jun Wuxie's expression didn't change. He kept paying attention to the micro-expressions on his face, but he didn't see the slightest change.
This man is as calm as an ancient well!
How could this be?
"It feels so-so." Jun Wuxie shifted his gaze from the stone tablet to the face of the Dragon Hunting Son, and commented: "In this link, I asked you to write, but I didn't say it had to be poetry. It makes me a little embarrassed that you wrote such limericks. It seems to be majestic and ambitious, but in fact it does not match your strength, and it feels like sitting in a well and looking at the sky."
"you!"
The Holy Son of Dragon Hunting was so angry that he was shaking all over, his face was ashen, and he wanted to rush forward and tear this hateful opponent to pieces!
He actually said that what he wrote was limericks. How unreasonable!
Next, Jun Wuxie looked at the poems of the other Prodigy Kings and recited them one by one in a very calm voice.
Hundreds of genius kings thought that this would consume his energy and energy, but they were shocked to find that Jun Wuxie's energy and energy were always at their peak.
The murderous momentum they condensed in their poems seemed to have no effect on him at all, making them feel deeply frustrated, angry and unwilling!
"I have recited all your limericks one by one. The overall evaluation is very limited."
After reading it, Jun Wuxie made a collective comment on the talented kings from outside the territory, which made those talented kings gnash their teeth and spit fire from their eyes.
"Hahaha! Jun, you are really good at boasting! You said our level is limited, why not let us see how your level is, I'm afraid you are far inferior to us!"
How could Holy Son Wuchen and others accept such contempt from their opponents and laugh in anger!
When Jun Wuxie heard this, he was ready to write something on the stone tablet in front of him.
At this moment, Toad suddenly rushed out of the crowd and jumped onto the high platform.
He touched his round white belly and said with his head held high: "I'm not bragging, writing poetry is my strong point. I was once honored as a great poet by the world!"
"Just because you're a dead toad who can't get on the stage?"
The kings of foreign prodigies all sneered. It was a big joke that a toad could write poetry.
Even if they really know how to write poetry, so what? Will what they write cause them to have adverse reactions when they read it aloud?
"Gah! You guys who can only write limericks have no right to judge me!"
The toad had a very tall posture, squinting at the king of geniuses from outside the territory, and then walked up to the stone monument with his head held high.
Countless eyes were focused on him.
Everyone was curious about what kind of poetry this strange toad could write.
As the saying goes, a toad has no appearance, and the sea water cannot be measured. Maybe this guy can really write something amazing.
Under the expectant and curious eyes of everyone, the toad shook his head very coquettishly, and then raised his front legs and waved quickly.
The energy impacted on the stone tablet, causing stone chips to fly and leaving distorted characters on it.
Everyone's expressions changed wonderfully as he wrote the book, and they couldn't help but look at the people around them, looking at each other.
Looking at the foreign prodigy kings on the stage, at this moment, their faces have become distorted, and their nostrils and ears are about to spit fire.
"Perfect, I even admire my literary talent!"
Toad clapped his hands, looked at the poem he had written, and nodded with great satisfaction, looking intoxicated.
Then he looked at the talented kings from outside the territory and said: "Come on, please invite the talented kings from outside the territory to recite!"
"Damn toad!"
The faces of the proud kings from outside the territory were extremely gloomy, their eyes were spitting fire, and their whole bodies were shaking with anger.
"The rules of literary fighting cannot be broken. Please come forward one by one and recite them!"
The majestic voice of the eternal strongman from Tiandao Academy sounded in the venue.
The muscles on the faces of the ancient ancestors outside the territory were twisted. They wanted to say something, but they didn't know how to speak and it was difficult to refute.
This is indeed a rule, and their people must follow the rules.
"Damn toad, I will skin you during the martial arts fight!"
The Holy Son of the Dragon Hunter uttered harsh words, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to recite.
"Icy fog is floating on the Wen Dou stage. Tianjiao is holding Tianjiao's waist. Some people are lifting their hips, while others are shrugging their waists. Ah, so coquettish!"
After the Holy Son of Dragon Hunting finished reciting, his entire face turned into the color of pig liver.
The limerick "Dead Toad" didn't contain any energy, it was just a very ordinary text. However, while he was reciting it, the scene of him having sex with someone before could not help but appear in his mind, which made him crazy!
puff! Hahaha!
The crowd all around burst into laughter, holding their stomachs and laughing so hard.
"It's so wet. It's really wet. Brother Toad is indeed known as the Great Wet Man in the world. He is of a high level and will not accept any refutation!"
Countless people gave Toad a thumbs up and praised him.
Toad was so dizzy from the praise that he felt like he was about to float. He couldn't help but marvel at how his poetry was recognized by the whole audience. No wonder the foreign geniuses were so jealous of his talent that they almost vomited blood.
The Holy Son of Dragon Hunting started, and the other kings of extraterrestrial geniuses knew that they could not escape, so they could only step forward and recite with resentment.
This process filled their hearts with shame.
They had already forced themselves not to think about what happened before, but they didn't expect that this damn toad would not open any pot and deliberately provoke them, forcing them to read out such limericks!
"Brother Toad, good job!"
Mi Tian raised his thumbs below.
"That's right, don't look at who I am. People in the world call me a great poet. Who can compete with me for my literary talent?"
Toad laughed and retreated to Jun Wuxie, giving him a very sullen look.
Jun Wuxie ignored him, looked at the bluestone tablet in front of him, and pointed and wrote down a line of words.
“I am a proud man who can pick up stars.
Once I come to Canglan, the chrysanthemums are gone.
He was left with bruises all over his buttocks and nowhere to say anything desolate. "
The foreign geniuses looked at the words Jun Wuxie wrote on the stone tablet with great shock and anger, and the anger in their hearts suddenly rushed to their foreheads.
When their eyes came into contact with those words, they couldn't help but feel a huge shock all over their bodies. They felt an indescribable feeling growing in their bodies and hearts.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain, and they heard the sound of their buttocks splitting. The feeling was like being stabbed hard by a spiked mace.
The tearing pain caused them to let out heart-piercing screams in an instant, and they felt a warm liquid spurting out uncontrollably. The eyes were red, and a blood-red spray spurted out from the clothes behind them. Chrysanthemum pattern.
"ah--"
The kings of foreign geniuses screamed in agony. It was too painful. It was not an illusion of perception, but the mysterious power in those words really acted on their bodies, causing their anus to explode, as if the entire anus and intestines had been stabbed and torn. Same.
They screamed, curled up, covered their buttocks and wailed on the ground. They hurriedly looked away from the stone tablet in front of Jun Wuxie, and then they felt that the feeling of tearing and penetration did not continue to deepen.
But the injuries to the buttocks were too serious, and there seemed to be a mysterious force that made them irreparable, leaving them with a constant feeling of tearing and penetration.
The physical pain is not as good as the inner shame!
At this moment, the severe physical and mental pain and humiliation, as well as the mocking eyes around them, made them feel hopeless and even thought of dying!
But they are not willing to give in. How can they be willing to die like this!
revenge!
Want revenge!
"All the proud kings from outside the territory, according to the rules, now is the time for you to read the words of the king and god. How long will it take if you don't recite them?"
The eternal strongman from Tiandao Academy spoke.
When the prodigy kings from outside the territory heard this, their bodies convulsed and they huddled on the ground with their hair disheveled. Their hatred was about to ignite them!
They know how terrible and shameful those words are, how could they choose to watch those words recited?
Just looking at it just now made her anus burst. If she was watching the recitation, it would be better, I'm afraid the whole asshole would explode!
"Guzu!"
The proud kings from outside the territory looked at the ancient ancestors of their respective sects and families with blood-red eyes, and their voices were like cuckoos weeping blood.
No one can understand the humiliation in their hearts!
Today, I have been humiliated like this and lost all my dignity. Now I have to choose to shamefully abstain from voting in the final stage of the fight, otherwise I will only be humiliated even more and suffer even more!
The ancient ancestors of various forces outside the territory gritted their teeth, grimaced, and their facial muscles trembled.
In the almost pleading eyes of the proud kings, their ancient ancestors finally made a decision, and they all held out a white flag and threw it towards the high platform.
The white flag fluttered in the air, a symbol of shame.
The hearts and lungs of the ancient ancestors of all factions were so angry that they were about to burst.
This time I came to participate in the Martial Arts Myth Exchange Conference. I was fully prepared and came with absolute confidence.
Who would have thought that I would be at a disadvantage from the beginning, and then be humiliated and humiliated all the time, and now I have to give up my last bit of dignity and raise a white flag!
Their ancient star of life, a force like theirs, has never been humiliated like this since its existence. It has never been so disgraced, ridiculed and helpless as it is today!
This feeling is so bad that even their Dao Hearts in the Eternal Saint Realm can't bear it, let alone those talented kings.
They know that they have completely failed in cultivating these talented kings, and it is basically impossible to make any progress in practice from now on.
Practitioners with extremely strong self-esteem and inner pride are tortured physically and mentally in public, and their Taoist mind will inevitably be destroyed, and it will be difficult to rebuild it!
However, as long as Jun Wuxie can be killed at this martial arts mythology exchange conference, everything else is not that important.
The King of Prodigy is gone, he will just be cultivated in the future.
At most, there will be a talent gap for a long time. Although this consequence is serious, it is nothing compared to the rise and fall of the sect.
With the support of Great Darkness, they have plenty of time to develop, and the future will only be more brilliant and prosperous!
As a high-level leader of a large force, you must have a long-term strategic vision and cannot care about temporary gains and losses.
Wow!
People were in an uproar!
"All the forces outside the region collectively raised the white flag and collectively admitted defeat, hahaha!"
"Unexpectedly, we thought that the various forces from outside the region who were crazily building momentum before the Martial Arts Myth Exchange Conference were really so amazing, but this is the result?
The literary fight at the Martial Arts Mythology Exchange Conference hasn’t even ended yet, and they actually surrendered en masse, tsk tsk..."
…
The people's words were very rude, which deeply irritated the high-level officials and the Prodigy Kings from outside the territory.
They really want to defend themselves, not because they are cowards, but because they don’t want to continue to be humiliated!
Looking at those who ridiculed them, the kings of extraterrestrial geniuses had extremely cold eyes.
He thought in his mind that he would only wait until he killed Jun Wuxie and destroyed Tiandao Academy in the future. Then he would kill all the living beings in Canglan to vent his hatred!
"I didn't expect fellow Taoists from outside the territory to make such a choice, which really surprised me and others.
Now that all the forces outside the region have collectively raised the white flag, the civil struggle is completely over.
We announce that in the second stage of the literary battle, Canglan Dawn King and God single-handedly crushed the heroes from outside the territory and won an epic victory. The proud kings of all the forces outside the territory surrendered in embarrassment and suffered a collective defeat! "
"You! You are going too far!"
It’s so popular outside the territory that it almost goes crazy!
Facing the anger of the ancient ancestors from outside the territory, the senior officials of Tiandao Academy only responded with a polite smile.
These people from outside the territory were so arrogant when they won in previous martial arts myth exchange conferences. To deal with such people, one must be mercilessly slapped in the face and extremely humiliated!
