Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

The annual poetry conference was finally opened on the banks of the Chunxi River in Pingjiang City.

here.

Gathered young talents from the entire Pingjiang City.

Here, neither strength nor family background are considered high or low, only literary style is considered.

Of course, it is said that it is an activity for mortals, but not only mortals can participate, but also cultivators, but even if a cultivator is here, you will still be looked down upon if you do not have good literary qualities.

Literati style, that's it!

Yi Feng, who received the invitation, also came to the poetry conference.

During the conference, many people were playing with their poems and their literary talent, but none of them could arouse Yi Feng's interest.

He grew up under the influence of five thousand years of culture, and he did not know how many poems and poems have been passed down through the ages. These poems seem to have a lot of charm on the surface, but in fact they have no meaning. It is really attractive Not his interest.

Even the three hundred Tang poems he recited in his novels are enough to crush these people.

but.

In the crowded crowd, two eyes were always watching him.

One is the demon spirit.

The other is Mao Yuner.

Finally, Yao Linger took a deep breath and walked towards Yi Feng.

"Oops!"

As soon as she approached Yi Feng, Yao Linger stumbled.

However, Yi Feng didn't even look at her, and walked directly past her, just like that, Yao Ling'er fell in vain!

"Girl, are you okay?"

"Girl, how are you?"

For a time, seeing Yao Linger, such a stunning stunner, fall to the ground, countless literati swarmed over, trying to help Yao Linger up, and conveying gentle concern to Yao Linger.

"Go away."

Yao Ling'er's face sank.

These mortal ants are not worthy of touching her at all.

It's just him, why is he turning a blind eye to himself?

Could it be that he really couldn't attract his attention?

In Yao Ling'er's eyes, a hint of worry appeared unknowingly.

"Hello sir."

At this moment, Mao Yuner walked over to Yi Feng at the right time, blushing pretty, and greeted Yi Feng.

"It is you……"

After all, Mao Yun'er and Yi Feng had seen it before, but her face was not very good-looking.

Seeing Mao Yun'er, he remembered Mao Yun'er's father Mao Lin, and he never forgot the humiliation to him that day, so Yi Feng simply said hello and passed her.

For a time, Mao Yuner was left alone in the spot to grieve.

"You are a little mortal, can you possibly attract your husband's attention? It's ridiculous." At this moment, Yao Ling'er walked to Mao Yun'er's side and said coldly.

"Who are you?" Mao Yuner frowned, she felt an absolute crisis on this woman, especially her body like a water snake gave her a great sense of crisis.

"I?"

Yao Linger sneered.

"I'm someone you can't match. If you want Rran to point to Mr., you're not worthy!"

Yao Ling'er sneered, then watched Yi Feng's back and continued to follow.

Mao Yuner gritted her teeth secretly, although this woman's appearance made her feel absolutely threatened, but thinking about it, she was definitely not bad.

Unable to help, Mao Yuner, who was unwilling to admit defeat, also chased after Yi Feng.

"Yi Feng."

Yi Feng, who was walking through the crowd and watching the poems written by literati from other worlds, suddenly heard someone calling him.

Turning his head, a complex expression suddenly appeared on his face.

It was Peng Ying who called him.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

Peng Ying said coldly, her posture was not like before, and it seemed that her tone was full of hatred.

"Yeah, I didn't expect to see you here again."

Yi Feng was quite complicated.

He is not a heartless man, but neither is the Heart of the Virgin.

Peng Ying left ruthlessly that day. Although Yi Feng was sad, he was also neat and tactful, and he crossed Peng Ying directly in his heart.

For this woman, he has long since lost the slightest fluctuation.

"Yi Feng, I have already inquired clearly. Don't think that you have written a good book. What can you do with Luo Lanxue of Qingshanmen covering you? You must understand that you are a mortal after all." Peng Ying He sneered politely: "Although I was expelled from the Qingshan Gate, Brother Wujie has already sent me a letter, and it will not be long before I return to the Qingshan Gate."

"In my eyes, you are a mortal after all, an ant."

Peng Ying sneered coldly.

She held a grudge for what happened that day, especially if she was expelled from the Qingshan Gate, it was even more difficult for her to let go.