The strong from the wild

Everyone didn't know the true nature of the minion Dharma King, they only heard that he wanted the spiritual weapon as a reward, and they all echoed loudly, saying that they would participate in the poetry competition, and many people applauded.

According to the Minion Dharma King, all monks around are eligible to participate.

This means that everyone has the opportunity to obtain the spiritual weapon.

Masters of big sects such as Daoxuan Sect and Xuantian Sect don't pay much attention to spiritual weapon rewards.But ordinary inner disciples and even true disciples are very envious of spiritual weapons.Especially for those casual cultivators around who have no family, no foundation, and very few magic weapons, spiritual weapons are simply something that can't be found.

Hu Tutu has made it clear that he wants to participate in the poetry competition, which means that Xuantianzong has already participated in this matter.

Xuantianzong participated in it, how could Daoxuanzong be willing to lag behind?

There are also suave and talented disciples in Daoxuanzong, and the most outstanding person among them is Fu Gaofeng who was promoted to true disciple of Daoxuanzong in the last two years.

Fu Gaofeng and Hu Tutu were old acquaintances and had a grievance.

In the beginning, Hu Tutu and Fu Gaofeng even had a big fight to compete for the oiran, but in the end it was Hu Tutu who won, which made Fu Gaofeng disgraced and ashamed.

This Fu Gaofeng is a true disciple of Tao Xuanzong at any time, but he has a unique hobby of lingering in the fireworks alley, looking for flowers and willows, he can be regarded as an elegant person, and he is a famous and famous person among the big and small brothels in Tongtian Port.Especially in the heart of the brothel oiran, this person can be regarded as a big benefactor.

Fu Gaofeng is very good at poetry and prose.

Decades ago, this Fu Gaofeng even recited a poem for a brothel girl in order to win her the title of Oiran.In terms of poetry and prose, Fu Gaofeng's attainments are indeed extraordinary.Before he became a practitioner, he studied at the age of three and was able to recite poems and compose Fu at the age of seven. He originally wanted to get a reputation and enter the court as an official in ordinary times, but he was accepted as a disciple by Tao Xuanzong. Now he has three hundred In the past few years, the matter of poetry and prose has never been left behind.

"Fellow Daoists!"

After Fu Gaofeng got the permission from the elders of Daoxuanzong, he flew out from the South Peak and said loudly: "The next Daoxuanzong, Fu Gaofeng, also wants to participate in this poetry contest."

"It's your bastard's!"

Hu Tutu's eyes lit up, he swung his big hammer and rushed towards Fu Gaofeng.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other, Hu Tutu has no other superfluous thoughts in his mind, he just wants to kill Fu Gaofeng with a single blow.

"Fatty is back!"

Hu Tutu grabbed Hu Tutu, showing two big canine teeth, and said, "This poetry contest was proposed by me, how can you ruin my position? Since he likes to compose poetry, let him It’s time to make a poem. Now that the Supreme Ten Wars have not yet started, if you fight, won’t it make the monks around you laugh?”

"Makes sense!"

Hu Tutu nodded, reluctantly putting away the hammer.

Seeing Hu Tutu put away the hammer, Fu Gaofeng thought he had the upper hand, triumphantly took out a fan and fanned it a few times in front of him, pretending to be a literati, about to compose a poem...

"sb!"

Hu Tutu cursed angrily, and sarcastically said in a loud voice, "Have you got shit in your brain? It's so cold in this winter, and you actually use a fan to fan the wind, isn't it afraid that your eggs will shrink in from the cold?"

Fu Gaofeng's expression changed, and he was so angry that his head was smoking, but he had already taken out his fan and made a gesture of a literati, so he couldn't get angry easily, otherwise he might be said that he was not pretending to be a fake, and painting a tiger was not a villain dog.

So, Fu Gaofeng rolled his eyes, and could only comfort himself in his heart: "Don't get angry! Don't get angry! My Dao Xuanzong has a great sect, and the supreme tenth battle will definitely win this time. If I fight against this fat man, it will look like me Daoxuanzong has a narrow mind. The dead fat man is just a clown at best, and let him be happy for a few hours. When the big battle comes, I will specifically ask him to settle accounts, kill him openly, and then skin him and cramp..."

Hu Tutu snorted, and said to the real minion, "This bastard must have made a bad idea in his heart!"

The real tiger minion asked, "How do you know?"

"Look at his mischievous eyebrows, his eyeballs are rolling around for a while, he must be full of bad water..."

After Hu Tutu explained, he seemed to feel that his persuasiveness was not enough, so he quickly added a few words, "All storytellers say this, all opera singers act this way, and even those novels are written this way. I Hu Tutu is one of the best geniuses in the world, how can he not know anything about it?"

Fu Gaofeng ignored Hu Tutu, this high disciple of Tao Xuanzong was already ready to recite poems again.

"shut up!"

The king of tiger minions yelled and said angrily: "I am the initiator of this poetry conference. I didn't let you lewd poems. No matter how good you are, it's useless. This time, Xuantianzong and Daoxuanzong's Cultivator, you can only lew poems at the end, and you can only lew after others have finished lewd. I want to see who it is that can get so wet!"

As soon as this remark came out, the monks of all sects were very enthusiastic.

One by one, they flew out of the auditorium, chanting poems in the air.

Those who dare to recite poems in front of tens of thousands of monks naturally have a lot of ink in their stomachs, and the poems they recite are not much worse than those poems and essays in the mortal world that are famous for generations.

Practitioners really have a huge advantage.There are not a few people who can live for hundreds of years and thousands of years. It only takes three to fifty years to study the way of poetry and prose, and their attainments in poetry and prose are far beyond ordinary people.

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

If there are too many monks, there will always be some arty people.

The monks above flew in the air and recited poems, and the surrounding monks applauded.Even the Great Immortal Qingtian stopped yelling and didn't harass the Ten Great Assembly, which was very good for the Seven Great Demons of the Demon Sect.

Before you know it, it's already dawn.

A ray of morning light came from the eastern sky, but the heavy snow covered most of the brilliance. Looking up to the east, only the gray sky could be seen.

The Supreme Ten battle is about to begin.

Hu Tutu couldn't bear it any longer. He swung his big hammer and flew into the air, drove a real-life cultivator down, and roared angrily, "I haven't recited a poem yet!"

"Hey, what poems do you have, come here quickly!"

The King of Tigers had a sly look on his face, and said, "You don't have any ink in your belly, what kind of poems can you recite?"

Fu Gaofeng stood far away with a sneering expression on his face, thinking in his heart: "I know the details of this fat man. He is just a boy from the wilderness, he has no ink in his stomach, and he has never read any books at a young age." , How can you recite good poems? This time, Xuantianzong will definitely lose face!"

"Listen up! I wrote a peerless poem today, its name is Yongxue! The last two sentences are: The snow is rolling all over the sky, it's really cold!"

Hu Tutu shook his head, thinking that he had written a good poem that would be handed down through the ages, but after writing the first two lines, he couldn't write the next two lines for a while.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Fu Gaofeng covered his stomach, laughed until tears came out, and cursed: "You scumbag is insulting to gentlemen, this is also a poem, and it is also a peerless poem?"

Unexpectedly, Hu Tutu took a deep breath, pointed to Wang Zhixuan in white and Huang Wushen in yellow at the top of Nanfeng, and continued to chant: "The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen!"

Wang Zhixuan and Huang Wushen gathered their protective energy early on, covering their bodies with snow...