Bang, a figure flew high, plopped, in the small lake of the broken lotus, splashed the boss's splash, and the beauties who were wrapped in fox furs instinctively shivered.
There is still snow in the winter, and this cold shower is really cold enough.
After Ye Feng rubbed his little hands, he threw a handkerchief into a nearby trash can, and after casually glancing in the direction of Xiaohu, he looked disdainful.
A scum who is only a beginner level of Daozun dares to be presumptuous in front of the leveling madman, and he is not filmed as a scumbag, all for the sake of the face of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
After all, the person who comes is a guest, Ye Feng is not a well-dressed person, and those who can enter Qingqiu to participate in the literary meeting are either rich or expensive, of course, it is impossible to put in the real madmen and beggars to disrupt the literary events of the Great Zhou.
Ye Feng is a foreigner, of course, it is not good to kill the VIP of the main family, but no matter how he comes, he dares to provoke himself, and the benefits of a slap and a winter swim are indispensable small punishments.
"In Xia Qin Hong, I have seen His Royal Highness the Three Princes of the Heavenly Dynasty."
A young man dressed in a third-class guard uniform beside Old Master Jiang arched his hand at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and returned the salute, but his heart was slightly sudden, and a chill came straight to his heart.
This chill comes from a trace of killing intent that is bound to kill and then quickly, although the seemingly polite Qin Hong is very well disguised, but in front of Ye Feng, who is proficient in the heart demon scriptures, this kind of cover-up, the class has to make Ye Feng so disgusted that he wants to vomit.
This Qin Hong's superficial cultivation was only a small Yuan Shi in the early stage of the first and third orders, but Ye Feng could see clearly through the eyes of delusion, this guy turned out to be a Yuan Master in the early stage of the second and first orders.
With Ye Feng's current cultivation of Xiao Yuanshi, who is a relative scumbag, against the Yuan Master, others can completely play with him as a fly.
Obviously, the leveling mad demon was pitted by others, and this Qin Hong was clearly setting up a trap to trap him.
Ye Feng was quite puzzled, he had no grievances with this guy, why did this guy deliberately kill himself Of course, it was just a joke to hate Old Master Jiang, Qin Hong worshiped Old Master Jiang as his teacher, but he was just a vassal and elegant, and he put on a layer of literary and green skin for himself.
From the hint of banter in the corner of this guy's eyes when he looked at his so-called teacher, it can be seen that this guy doesn't have the quality of respecting his teacher, and Old Master Jiang is just a cover used by him.
After Ye Feng thought about it, he couldn't think of anything and didn't think about it anymore, anyway, the path of leveling was endless.
Fortunately, there is also a nine-day buffer period for the Oiran competition, otherwise this time it would have been planted at Grandma's house.
But no matter how fast the speed of the leveling mad demon leveling is, even if he is given another ninety days, at most he will be able to soar to the consummation of the Great Yuan Shi, and it is difficult for Mao Qiao to cook without rice, without the second-level Pei Yuan Dan, he will not be able to break into the realm of the Yuan Master.
No matter how powerful the Yuan Shi is, he can only be played with as a fly in front of the Yuan Master, and the two are not creatures in the same level at all.
But leveling up maniacs have always been optimistic and open-minded, and never think much about the troubles of the future, even though this future is not long and useless "Shaft, Shaft" After taking a cold shower, changing into clean clothes, Liu Bai, whose spirit and appearance were all refreshed, pointed at Ye Feng from a distance and said, "I am a Sven person, I don't judge heroes by my fists and feet, this poetry contest, do you dare to compare with this great talent."
I lose, I will never be the number one talent in the world again, you lose, take off your clothes and walk around this green hill, dare not compare" "Teasing" Ye Feng said with a disdainful face, "Do you want to be the number one talent in the world, Guan Xiaoye wants to bet with this young master, and show some sincerity." ” "What sincerity do you want" The conceited Liu Bai, who wanted to make Ye Feng strip naked and make a fool of himself, said loudly, "I can take out one hundred and eighty purple roses casually, dare not bet" "Purple Blossom is a little more subordinate."
Ye Feng immediately put on a smiling face and said with a smile, "A little bit higher." ” "I can also take out one hundred and eighty plants of second-grade Peiyuan grass casually," Liu Bai said with a look of hope, "Do you dare to bet?"
Khan, the disciple of the head of the First Immortal Sect, is really arrogant Ye Feng said with envy, "The breed is not right." ” "You want the Earth Yuan Vine" Liu Bai said a little apprehensively, "But I only have one Earth Yuan Vine on me."
"One plant is one plant, it's just a win."
Ye Feng smiled and said, "I don't expect the world's number one talent to help me make a fortune." ” Diyuan vine is an auxiliary medicine used to refine the second-grade Peiyuan Dan.
The agreement is certain, and there was a lot of discussion around the surroundings, and the rotten girls in the individual beauties even screamed, and they were excited to appreciate the smooth body of the little genius soon.
"This guy is really a shameless teaser who wants money" A spectator looked at Ye Feng in the distance and said, "Although it is not too embarrassing for an eleven-year-old child to turn around with his bare buttocks, but you are also the identity of the third prince of the Celestial Empire. ” "Brother Ma, you must be too underestimating this little genius."
Another viewer disagreed, "He won the championship in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with unnatural results, and he may not lose to this so-called No. 1 talent in the world." ” "You know a ball, poetry and the talent of couplets and riddles are in the same line, he didn't dare to participate in the couplets and riddles competition, which shows that his talent in poetry is quite lacking and very unconfident" The poetry competition is about to begin.
"It's the middle of winter, the plum blossoms are gorgeous, and the title of today's poem is: Yongmei."
After Lao Xiangguo decided on the spot, the poetry contest had begun, and the literati and scholars either shook their heads, chanted softly, or frowned slightly, and thought hard After a pillar of incense, the time for making poems is closed, and the deacon collects everyone's poetry scrolls from one table to another, and then forms a thick stack and sends them to the referee and the dean of the south pot.
Dean Nanguo picked up the top one and began to chant loudly: A few plums in the corner, which also bloom in winter; It doesn't look like snow, because it's fragrant This, this, what the hell is this, can this also be considered poetry?
"Hahaha, this is the so-called first prodigy of the royal family of the Great Zhou Kingdom" Liu Bai laughed and said, "Deceiving the world and stealing fame, bullshit doesn't work" "Woo woo wow" Ye Feng was at the table next to a five-year-old child, who was suddenly humiliated by the world's number one talent, and he cried in public.
Everyone looked at Liu Bai, they all dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, a child who was only five years old, it was already very good to be able to make up a smooth poem, people came to participate in the poem, just to add a little childlike fun to the poem, why be so cheap.
"The little prince is too naughty, the poem just now is just a joke for everyone."
Ye Feng smiled and picked up the little prince who was crying miserably, and coaxed, "Good, read out the genuine Yongmei poem that you just painted with thick ink, and read it out loud, so that the world's first genius can taste and appreciate it."
Ah The little prince was stunned for a long time, and then he used a crisp and crisp children's voice to say loudly: "There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone; I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance":