Wudang has been sweeping the ground for ten years, and my sword has opened the gate of heaven

Chapter 200 Immortal Poetry Contest
"Okay, the little monk is here too!"

"Now that the four of you gather together, you can start the competition of fairy poems!"

Li Wuchen smiled lightly, with a look of anticipation on his face.

Although he already knew the result in his heart, Li Wuchen still had a glimmer of expectation for the next fairy poem of the four of them.

He was also very curious about what kind of fairy poems these four giants of Tianhuang Realm could produce after spending a hundred years!
And as Li Wuchen's voice fell, the four of Yang Zhantian's expressions immediately turned serious, and they glanced at each other with icy eyes.

At this moment, the four of them are all competitors!

"You four, who will come first?"

Li Wuchen stood with his hands behind his back, full of immortal energy, his eyes swept over the four people in front of him, like a fairy examiner!
"Senior, the little monk comes first!"

Fahai's spirit was shaken, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he was the first to speak first.

"Hmph, you bald donkey are obviously the last to come, why do you have to come first?"

When Bai Su heard this, her pretty face immediately turned cold, and she sneered!

"Chen is the oldest here, so I'll come first!"

Chen Changsheng didn't want to be left behind when he heard the words, and said without hesitation.

"Haha, old bastard, so what about age? Is it possible that you still want me to respect the old and love the young?"

However, as soon as his words fell, Yang Zhantian not far away opened his mouth with eyes full of sarcasm.

"Hmph, if the old man can't rank first, should I let you, a reckless man, come first?"

Chen Changsheng's face was gloomy, and he said coldly.

Chen Changsheng was extremely annoyed by Yang Zhantian's mouthful of an old bastard. If Li Wuchen hadn't been present, he might have turned his back on him long ago!
"Okay, four little friends, no need to argue!"

"In this way, let's start in the order in which the four of you met me!"

At this time, Li Wuchen spoke, the cloud was calm and the wind was light, but the final word was finalized!
As soon as the four of them saw Li Wuchen coming out to speak, they stopped arguing.

"Little friend Zhantian, a hundred years ago, you were the first to break into this land of immortality, and you were also the first junior to accept the test of immortal poetry, so today, you will be the first to start!"

Li Wuchen looked at Yang Zhantian, who was full of fighting spirit, and said so.

"Okay, since that's the case, then the junior will do his part!"

Hearing the words, Yang Zhantian's eyes flashed brightly, he immediately took a step forward, and said in a high-pitched and passionate voice: "Goose, goose, goose, bend your neck and sing to the sky, the fairy sword cuts the world of mortals, the road and the white dove!"

"Senior, this fairy poem was named Sword Dao Hongchen by the younger generation, implying that the sword way is not unattainable, but hidden in the world of mortals. Please appreciate it!"

"Also, in the first half of your fairy poem, the big goose is a vulgar thing in the world of mortals. It can be seen everywhere, but it can also sing to the sky. Then the younger generation thinks that your swordsmanship must also be understood in the world of mortals, not that too. Use the path of the sword like forgetting love!"

"So, in the last sentence of this fairy poem, the younger generation uses the avenue and the white dove, which complement each other, and correspond to your big goose and the sky!"

Yang Zhantian's heart was surging, and he recited the fairy poem he had spent a hundred years creating in one breath, his voice was rumbling, impassioned, and soul-stirring!

"Goose, goose, goose, bend your neck to the sky and sing, the fairy sword cuts the world, the road and the white dove!"

"Damn it, this Yang Zhantian is worthy of being the god of war among the peerless emperors. This comprehension, this talent, is simply abnormal!"

Li Wuchen's eyes widened, completely stunned!
He never expected that Yang Zhantian's half-chance to the goose that he said casually was so perfectly completed by Yang Zhantian, and the correct one was so neat, no matter the sentence or conception, they were all so harmonious and harmonious!
In particular, it is also interlocking with kendo, echoing from beginning to end!

In an instant, Li Wuchen felt a tinge of admiration for Yang Zhantian!
This kid is so talented!

Shock him!

You must have been cutting and spinning in your previous life!
At the same time, as Yang Zhantian's fairy poem fell, the remaining three, Chen Changsheng, also showed serious expressions!

Tremendous stress!

Yang Zhantian's Sword Dao Hongchen put a lot of pressure on them all!
"Hehe, what do you think of this half of the fairy poem completed by the younger generation, senior Jingxie?"

Yang Zhantian smiled confidently, and bowed to Li Wuchen.

"Well, it's really good!"

Li Wuchen nodded and said, affirming it!

Then, he looked at Chen Changsheng again, and said seriously: "Little friend Changsheng, it's up to you next!"

"Okay, then the junior will show his shame, senior, please listen carefully!"

Chen Changsheng straightened his expression immediately, and said solemnly, "The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. The way of the sword frightens the evil spirits, and the light of the sword is like hoarfrost!"

The voice is deep and resounds through the sky!
The entire Immortal Fallen Land fell silent for an instant!
Li Wuchen was even more stunned!
This is so talented!

This is not a group of emperors, this is clearly a group of talents!

"Senior Jingxie, this junior thought that your sword light or kendo must have something to do with the bright moon in the sky, or the hoar frost on the ground, so this junior has completed this half of the fairy poem for you based on this, and I hope you will be satisfied! "

Chen Changsheng said solemnly, and while speaking, he also bowed deeply to Li Wuchen!
"Okay, it's really extraordinary!"

Li Wuchen nodded slowly, speaking from the bottom of his heart.

Whether it was the previous Yang Zhantian or Chen Changsheng, the immortal poems made by him all made his eyes shine, and they are all closely related to the way of swordsmanship!

"Little friend Fa Hai, it's your turn now!"

Li Wuchen turned his head to look at Fa Hai in cassock!

"Okay, that little monk will show his shame!"

"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand. I am a fairy in the sky, and the sword is like a world of mortals!"

Fahai clasped his hands together, his treasured appearance was solemn, and his whole body was illuminated by golden light, just like a golden Buddha.

And the poem he chanted also made Li Wuchen's heart skip a beat.

I was originally a fairy in the sky, but the way of swordsmanship originated from the world of mortals!

How ingenious, how amazing!
And the poem sung by Fa Hai is similar to Yang Zhantian's "Red Dust of Swordsmanship"!

It has to be said that no one who can become a peerless emperor is easy!

They can be said to be dragons and phoenixes among men, hard to find through the ages!
"Okay, very good, little friend Bai Su, it's your turn!"

Li Wuchen nodded slightly, and immediately looked at the beautiful woman in white clothes like snow, Bai Su!
Among the four, only she is a woman and a banshee!
And Li Wuchen is quite curious about the fairy poems of Bai Su, the only woman!

Even vaguely looking forward to it!

After all, the fairy poems of the three people in front of him all made his eyes shine, and they were extremely amazing!

So what about the so-called stunningly talented Bai Su?

Li Wuchen wait and see!
"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, the stars can be picked by hand, the sword light rises from the ground, and the immortal... also loses his soul!"

When Bai Su heard this, she didn't have too many words, her pretty face was calm, her beautiful eyes were calm, and she directly chanted the fairy poem she created with a voice like the sound of heaven!

The sword light rises from the ground, but it can even break the soul of an immortal!
What boldness, what pride, and how stunning!
As soon as Bai Su's voice fell, not only Li Wuchen, but also Yang Zhantian and the others were stunned.
Shocked by the mind and pride of Bai Su, a womanizer!

(End of this chapter)