Evil Phoenix

Chapter 85 Whose world is the world

"Take the world as the theme, the genre is not limited, and the time is a stick of incense. You can speak freely, and the gatekeepers of the six countries will decide who is the best!"

After all the contestants were seated, the rules were announced on the high platform, and incense was burned to start the competition.

16 people, not a big venue, absolutely silent.

Everyone outside the arena looked nervously at the person sitting on Liu Hong's low table, looking forward to witnessing every wonderful moment.

Just after the start of the competition, Bai Luoge was already picking up his pen and running calligraphy while the other 15 people were still thinking about it. It was as if the mountains and rivers stretching endlessly were nothing more than one heartland.

Everyone present was both surprised and skeptical.

Especially those sitting on the other side of the high platform, everyone's expressions changed slightly. You must know that Xiao Ran has already passed three rounds in a row. Except for the first and second rounds, he was driven by others, and he won the third round alone. If he wins this move again If so, then this year's leader is likely to be him.

And the abnormal reactions of the people on the stage were also captured by Bai Lanying, following the focus of their attention...

The sight of the back made her heart startled.

This back...

It felt so familiar to her, as if...

Bai Luoge!
Impossible, Bai Luoge was fined to copy scriptures in Huguo Temple, how could it be above the Six Nations Conference!
What's more, this person with a similar back is the one who has passed three stages of the conference. No matter how good Ren Bai Luoge is, she doesn't believe that Bai Luoge can do things that even she can't do.

but……

After pondering for a while, he gestured to the maid next to him with his eyes. Before everyone noticed, a woman in Tsing Yi left quietly without anyone noticing.

After a while, Bai Luoge, who was waving his brush, stopped the pen in his hand, and what emerged on the paper were smooth ink marks and a beautiful right hand running script.Not paying attention to everyone's astonishment, he gently leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and waited for the time to end.

This time, not only the few people on the stage, but even the 15 people in the arena couldn't help but stop, and turned to look in Bai Luoge's direction, with doubts and surprises.

Can someone really write a good poem without thinking about it?
You can't see it from a little distance, but you can see it as a fact when you look closer.

time up!
The eunuch who received the articles collected the poems and essays written by all the talents and beauties one after another. When he approached Bai Luoge, he not only took a second look, it was a favorite to win the championship, and he also bought a lot of money to bet him to win!
Seeing Bai Luoge's poem at a glance, the eyes were full of light, but he gritted his teeth and restrained himself, this, this...

The six people on the stage who were in charge of gatekeeping and Feng Nanjin, the impartial arbitrator of this conference, sat in a row and read poems and essays in full view to show justice.

Well, Yu Yang's title of talented scholar is indeed not false. Although his martial arts is not good, he can write good poems and is considered a talent.

Mu Liubing couldn't help sighing secretly when he saw Yu Yang, a talented scholar in Laiqing City, expressing his affection for the young family and talking about his ambitions.

He raised his eyes and saw the next poem, but suddenly lost control of his surprise and made a sound, this, this...

Taking a closer look, the inscription of the poem is impressively: Xiao Ran.

Definitely messed up...

The other six people all cast their eyes on Mu Liubing, but they couldn't suppress the astonishment on his face, and the hand holding the poem trembled slightly...

The few people were very curious. This Mu Liubing was known for being ruthless and selfless. What kind of poem could make Prime Minister Mu, who has always been prudent and self-sufficient, so excited!
Among them, the most casual one was Feng Nanjin, who left the seat in a flash, reached out to take the poem in Mu Liubing's hand, and read it at a glance...

(End of this chapter)