The poems of Ningxia are perfectly beautified in the sound of the place.

Everyone was fascinated by the sight.

Someone said in surprise, "It's the sixth level, and the sound of the placenta has actually broken through to the sixth level. This is another divine piece."

"After getting drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is pressing down on the galaxy. How can people come up with such sentences unless they are given by God?"

"As soon as this sentence is released, no one in the world dares to get drunk."

The audience was talking, and Lady Guo looked at Ningxia, her beautiful eyes flashed, and suddenly she realized that this person was so strong that she had a handsome face, and her eyes were full of vicissitudes. She couldn't help but think, "This is probably the case with the tired guests in the world in the book."

"Time is up, but who is willing to fight?"

Zhang Zhenjie blushed and shouted three times. He was in a good mood and had a premonition that today's grand event might be recorded in history.

Poetry war is most afraid of the opponent's excellence.

Once the magical product is released, all the other works are abandoned.

Even if it is made, it only adds jokes.

No matter how Zhang Zhenjie shouted, no one answered.

"Mr. Zhang, let's go to the question."

Mrs. Guo's voice was already trembling.

What Zhang Zhenjie thought of, she also thought of.

Her Lady Guoguo Mansion has opened Yaji for so long, and when has it ever been such a grand occasion?

No matter how many nobles and nobles are, they are far from being a masterpiece. They are circulated from the banquet of Lady Guo State and are more influential.

Zhang Zhenjie reached out to the box again and took out a question: Beauty.

In an instant, everyone looked at Ningxia.

Lady Guo also looked at Ningxia, and Ningxia looked back at Lady Guo with a smile, "This question cannot be done without the lady."

Lady Guo’s eyes fluttered, “What do you mean by your son?”

Ningxia said, "Ning Mouangzang's man, how can such a scene be entered into the sound of the scene? I wish to watch the wife dance."

Lady Guo's starry eyes widened and glared at Ningxia. Ningxia said, "When this has been passed down through the ages, the lady is very colored, so why not borrow a certain three-pointer?"

Lady Guoguo snorted lightly and turned back to the inner hall. After a while, she changed into a snow-white robe dress, and her plump color increased tens of times. When the drums were playing, Lady Guoguo danced in the courtyard.

After a dance, the audience was filled with joy.

Lady Guo Guo's blushing face, with a three-point annoyance, stared at Ningxia and said, "The illusion is about to disappear, do you have a masterpiece."

Ningxia stared at Lady Guo with bold eyes, as if she turned into a pair of hands and wandered around Lady Guo.

The lady of Guo State was very hot and her beautiful eyes were wide open. She was about to explode when she suddenly heard Ningxia say, "The clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If it weren't for the group of jade mountains, she would meet under the moon on the Yao platform."

Lady Guo took a deep breath and took two steps back.

After a moment of brushing, the Atmospheric Realm exploded again, and a huge halo broke through the Lady Guo State's Mansion, spreading in all directions, covering the entire street.

The halo is blooming, reaching mid-air, and the illusion changes. The lady of Guoguo's plump and peerless figure is now in the sky, and her dancing figure is sometimes as holy as a Buddha girl in the sky, and sometimes as charming as a witch in troubled times. People in half of the city are alarmed.

Countless people stood on the street, only intoxicated by seeing them.

"If it weren't for the unparalleled genius, how could Zhang be so impressed?"

Zhang Zhenjie whispered loudly, "I see this battle ends here."

Mrs. Guo was surging with the tide of her heart and feeling pleasure. How could she stop? She said loudly: "Mr. Zhang's words are inappropriate. He wrote only three poems. He magnified his words in Ningxia. How could he know that he could win the question?"

Everyone in the field also started to clamor, and many people secretly scolded Zhang Zhenjie for being dull.

Such a grand event is at a time when it is wonderful, how can we stop there?

Ningxia said loudly, "Mr. Zhang continues to draw the questions."

After receiving the transmission from someone who is interested, Zhang Zhenjie also woke up and stopped talking. Then he reached into the jade box again and picked up another question: Heroic hero.

"This question is remote, who wrote it?"

"This is difficult, the problem is too big, it is difficult to achieve great things."

“…………”

Ningxia also stared at her, raised the gourd and poured a sip of wine, and walked slowly. Suddenly, the voice of Mrs. Guo Guo's name came from her ears, "If my brother can continue to give her a masterpiece, my sister will give her a gift."

Ningxia took three steps and then set his foot on his feet. He looked at Lady Guo with a smile and said loudly, "Wu Ke is a man with a Hu Ying, Chu hook is a bright snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is as cool as a meteor. Kill a demon in ten steps, and you will not stay for a thousand miles..."

Seven-step robbery poems are not difficult for Ningxia at present.

After entering this world, he could hardly put down the book. After he achieved success in his practice, his memory and learning ability were greatly improved.

Even if he does not steal poetry, he still has the ability to write poetry, but it is almost impossible to write a masterpiece within seven steps.

Previously, the few poems he stole were almost useless and he did not make any changes.

This poem "Xia Ke Xing" uses a lot of allusions. Ningxia used it to use it, so it was necessary to replace the original poem with allusions in this world.

This is just a blink of an eye for him now.

After a poem ended, the sound of the place burst out again. The magnificent illusion covered several streets, and half of the city was killed. The sharp poem image was shocked.

"It's eighth, my god, every poem is a god, every poem is a heaven."

"There is a ninth level of the Atmospheric Realm, but can you really break into the ninth level?"

"There are really geniuses in the world who can dominate the world. Such talent is simply inhumane."

"The world has only one stone, and this son has the only one who owns eight dou."

“…………”

The entire venue was filled with all kinds of discussion and amazement, and Liu Ming and others were already stunned.

They were digging a pit for Ningxia, but they didn't expect that Ningxia would stand in the pit and build a tall building and go straight to the Nine-Sky Sky.

Zhang Zhenjie once again reached into the jade box and unfolded the note: Love.

Ningxia drank all the wine in the gourd in one mouthful, and looked up to the sky, "Ask the world what love is, and I will give you life and death..."

A poem asked about love came out, and the halo in the illusion became violent again. Lady Guo’s beautiful eyes turned red. Suddenly, she took out a jade plaque and crushed it, turning into a white light.

Lady Guo waved her simple hand lightly, and the white light turned into the four words "Shen Yi, Ningxia" and shot into the halo that was creating an illusion.

Ningxia was surprised and sent a message, "Madam, why is this?"

He knew very well that what Mrs. Guo Guo crushed was the master card of the Attraction Sound Realm. Once the master card was crushed, the Attraction Sound Realm would die.

Lady Guo State crushed the jade plaque just to let his name add to the final illusion of the Atmospheric Realm.

Lady Guo State sent a message, "After this night, who dares to write poems in my house? It is useless to leave the scenery and the scenery alone. What's more, my younger brother has made famous works, and such magical skills can spread to the world."

At this moment, the illusion of the sound of the scene finally broke out to its extreme, like a bright sun rising into the sky, covering the whole city.

At this moment, the bright moon in the sky lost its luster.

In the sky, huge illusions were being created rapidly. The first illusion was born, and it turned out to be the first poem in Ningxia, "The bright moon grows on the sea."

The extremely beautiful illusion alarmed the entire Wudu.
Chapter completed!