boom!
Feng Jiu suddenly exploded. The venom sprayed by Xu Yi's mouth was so poisonous that Feng Jiu couldn't maintain his appearance, and turned into a three-foot-tall, handsome bird covered in golden feathers. His eyes spewed fire, The giant peck, like a sharp sword, seemed to strike Xu Yi violently at any moment.
At this moment, Long Jingxiu finally woke up from his obsession, the spell in his palm transformed into a purple bracelet, and a ray of precious light suddenly burst out, covering Xu Yi, his phoenix eyes squinted at Feng Jiu's transformed The big golden bird said, "Feng Jiu, are you going to kill someone in front of me, Feng Xianting?"
As soon as Long Jingxiu finished speaking, Feng Jiu regained her appearance in an instant, still dressed in white, her eyes were fixed on Xu Yi, and she did not hide her endless killing intent.
"Don't engage in unnecessary verbal battles. I don't have to ask questions, but the person who writes the questions must also listen to Xu Yi's opinion."
After Long Jingxiu said loudly, he looked directly at Jiu Huangdao, "Old Jiu, you are the majestic master of the Seven Star Demon Mansion, you really don't even need a bit of demeanor."
As the person involved, Long Jingxiu of course knew that she hadn't colluded with Xu Yi. Apart from being amazed by Xu Yi's "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River", she also couldn't believe that Xu Yi had such a poetic talent.
She not only wanted to see Xu Yi continue to display his prestige, but also worried that Xu Yi's performance would be short-lived, so she could only help Xu Yi regain some initiative.
As for the development of the situation, she can only wait and see.
The only thing she was sure of was that no matter what, she would not sit back and watch Xu Yisang fall into the hands of Feng Jiu and the others.
Just because she knew that she had never been so happy alone like this moment, she really wanted to give her heart to this handsome and romantic gentleman.
Xu Yidao, "Since Master Long has spoken, according to Master Jiuhuang, you can change someone to write the question, but with Xu's literary talent, it is absolutely impossible to change someone like Young Master Feng Jiu to write the question, and you have to change it." Change it to someone who is worthy of Xu's talent. I don't know if Lord Jiuhuang can do it."
Jiu Huangdao, "It's fine as long as you change people. Of course, the premise is that they must not be those unknown people. If you pick some cats and dogs, who knows if they have colluded with you in advance."
"How about Lang Suxin, Hu Chunyou, Ji Mengliang, and Niu Bodang?"
Xu Yi looked at Jiu Huangdao, "Master Jiu Huang won't say again, these four people are too famous, so why don't you invite them. If so, Xu will just admit defeat."
Jiuhuang is speechless, difficult, this guy is too difficult.
It turned out that Xu Yi said that these four people were really famous in the Yaozu cultural circle.
They are so famous that Xu Yi, a rookie who has only been in the Eastern Sea Demon Territory for a short time, has heard of them, and has read these masterpieces in some classics on poetry, music and fu.
It can be said that these four are the absolute stars in the cultural field of the East China Sea.
When Xu Yicai reported the names of these four people, Jiuhuang knew he was in big trouble.
These four people's cultivation base is not high, but they are all extremely arrogant, and they have a lot of friends and a lot of face.
The real talking and laughing are all famous monsters, and all contacts are nobles.
Even if he is the lord of a mansion, Jiuhuanggui, he is not invited just by asking.
He expected that Xu Yi was just playing with Long Jingxiu, but now that he saw it through and asked for a replacement, the person surnamed Xu had no choice but to make such a problem, to embarrass him.
What made Jiuhuang even more indignant was that Xu Yi's tongue was really sharp, and he kept saying that if he failed to meet this requirement, he would be counted as someone who lost.
No matter how thick-skinned he is at this stall, how can he really let Xu Yi admit defeat for this matter, and spread the word that he is a majestic mansion master, let alone messing around in the power field, I am afraid it will be his subordinates , first you have to draw a clear line with him, the notorious Palace Master.
"This request, Master Jiuhuang of a certain generation complied."
As soon as Tu Min finished speaking, he met Jiu Huang's inquiring gaze, and cupped his hands at the fierce Feng Jiu.
Jiuhuang suddenly realized that if he couldn't invite him, it might not be because young master Feng Jiu couldn't.
He hastily bowed to Young Master Feng Jiu, and said, "This matter depends entirely on His Highness Young Master."
Feng Jiu said, "Forget it, I will spend a lot of effort to see if you, a junior, are a human or a ghost. Lao Jiu, use my name to invite you."
Although Feng Jiu couldn't figure out Xu Yi's mystery, but the matter had come to this point, he had no choice but to die.
Jiuhuang was overjoyed, and immediately took out the seal to contact, but after a long time, he got Lang Suxin's contact information, and after a lot of effort, he finally got in touch.
Jiuhuang hurriedly swallowed his breath, and told the cause and effect, when the seal was neutral, there was an extremely arrogant roar, "This young master, that mansion master, wants Lang to go to this and that poetry meeting, really think that Lang is an actor." , whoever you love, I will not serve you."
Immediately, there was a clattering sound, as if the enraged Mr. Lang had knocked over something.
Jiuhuang was dumbfounded, Feng Jiu blushed.
Slapped in the face, it was too slapped in the face.
Feng Jiu never expected that his majestic young master, led by Huang Feng, would encounter such a cold reception when he went to invite a mere opera poet and poet.
Seeing everyone staring at him, Dao Dao's gaze made him extremely hot.
Tu Min said, "Brother Jiuhuang, you didn't make it clear, let me say it."
Jiuhuang didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Tu Min's gourd, and it took a lot of work. Finally, there was a roar from the seal of Jiuhuang, and Tu Min said loudly, "The tide of the autumn river connects with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea coexists with the tide..."
After two lines of poetry, the roar stopped.
Immediately, Tu Min reported the location and decisively ended the call.
With a swipe, Jiuhuang's face changed, and he cursed secretly, the surnamed Tu is really not a thing, he obviously has such a wonderful method, so he didn't say it too early, he has to wait until he loses himself, and then he comes to fight for the savior, what a thing!
Soon, this trace of dissatisfaction was diluted.
It was because his peripheral vision caught a trace of unhappiness on Xu Yi's face. Even though Xu Yi hid this unhappiness very well and quickly dissipated, it was still caught by Jiuhuang.
Compared to Tu Min, the ants in front of him are his serious troubles.
Soon, half an hour passed.
The remaining three were contacted by Jiuhuang one by one, and Tu Min cut off the contact one by one in the same way.
After another stick of incense, a ray of light rushed into the arena, before it took shape, he heard a strange voice shouting, "Where are all the works, bring them quickly."
Xu Yi's original work was snatched away by Long Jingxiu, and Tu Min immediately presented the poems written by Zao Mo.
The man snatched it away with his hands, and only after taking a look, he shouted "Hello", and there were streaks of faint blue light on his high forehead.
Then there are three streams of light rushing in, all of them are not in shape, and they all shout to see the whole work.
After a short while, the three figures swarmed around the middle-aged man with the high forehead.
Immediately, there was silence.
I don't know how long it has passed, and one of the four people, a red-robed young man who has grown up, turned around, looked at the audience, and said in a trembling voice, "Which elegant tomb did this article come from, who is the author, and Lang will go there personally Condolences at the grave."
Jiuhuang's spirit was shaken, he pointed at Xu Yi, and said loudly, "Mr. Lang misunderstood, this masterpiece did not come from that elegant tomb, but this first-rank little demon, who made it on the spot, within ten breaths, I wrote it with a penny, and I am the real author of this masterpiece, haha... "