Chapter 92

Lin Chen has memorized the poems on the blue star before. After crossing over, he has super divine understanding. As long as he reads any poems once, he will never forget them!

All kinds of beautiful poems can be eloquent in Lin Chen's understanding of the sea.

Soon, Lin Chen, as a member of the poetry competition, successfully entered the Moyu Pavilion.

Sensing the rich Taoist rhyme in the Moyu Pavilion, Lin Chen immediately called out the system and signed in without saying a word!

"Ding, congratulations to the host, the first signature of Moyu Pavilion, reward the king's unique magic weapon, super Gatlin!"

[super Gatling]: the firepower is super fierce. The design inspiration comes from the blue star plane. After the system is strengthened, the power is more powerful. If the power of Zhenyuan is injected, it can be launched and can easily kill the martial artists in the realm of Zhenwu.

Lin Chen's eyes lit up when he saw the introduction of super Gatling.

I have to say that super Gatling is really a good thing. According to the introduction of the system, dozens of shells can be fired continuously in a moment, and each shell can cause damage to the power of Zhenwu realm.

If the power of Zhenyuan in the body is sufficient and there is super Gatling, it will not be a problem for one person to destroy a small team in Zhenwu realm.

Sign in and get super Gatling. Lin Chen feels beautiful and in a great mood.

Another card is added. The power of super Gatling is much more powerful than the current huangquan Tiangui map.

In addition, Lin Chen felt that not only the power of Zhenyuan in his body, but also the power of Jiuyang could be injected into super Gatling. The power of that shell was really peerless terror.

After receiving the sign in reward, Lin Chen wanted to leave Moyu Pavilion. After all, his task has been completed.

However, when Lin Chen saw the poems mounted in the black jade Pavilion, he was speechless.

I thought that the poems created by Ling Tianjian really existed at a high level. Unexpectedly, they were just some limericks.

If put on the blue star, those limericks are the level of primary school students.

The key is that in Lingtian sword sect, it is completely different. The disciples of Lingtian sword sect admire the poems mounted on the wall with reverent eyes.

"The patriarch is worthy of being the patriarch. Her poems are really exquisite!"

"Yes, the patriarch has great talent!"

"On the subtlety of poetry and the lofty artistic conception, I'm afraid everyone present is far from being compared with the patriarch!"

In the Moyu Pavilion, all kinds of flattering voices rang. Lin Chen observed their words and found that when they spoke, they all had a sincere face. It was not as simple as simply flattering, but from the heart.

Lin Chen is speechless. With his poetic level, he can completely crush Ling Tianjian.

Lin Chen became interested in the so-called poetry contest.

I want to see what immortal masterpieces those poetic talents of lingtianjian school can make!

With the passage of time, almost all the participating disciples came to Moyu Pavilion.

Moyu Pavilion is very spacious. As the bedroom of Ling Tianjian, it is very gorgeous. There is a wide space in it, which can be used by the participating disciples.

Lord Ling Tianjian was sitting in the hall of the Moyu Pavilion. He looked elegant and very different from the seriousness in the past.

After all, it's better to be civilized than to try to play with swords and guns.

The atmosphere in the whole Moyu pavilion was very harmonious. Many artful disciples began to recite poems against each other. The atmosphere was not lively.

Ling Tianjian's gentle eyes swept through the crowd. She was full of spring breeze, nodded slightly, smiled and said: "ladies and gentlemen, I'm the 35th poetry competition of Ling Tianjian school. Now, please get ready!"

As Ling Tianjian's voice fell, the atmosphere in the Moyu Pavilion became more heated and noisy. All the participating disciples were waiting for Ling Tianjian to give the test questions.

"Everyone, be quiet. Next, read out the topic immediately. You all listen!"

A female elder of Ling Tianjian sect was invited by Ling Tianjian as the referee of the competition.

The hall of Moyu pavilion was quiet, and the disciples held their breath.

"The title of the 35th poetry competition is, please write a poem to describe Su Xiaoran's beauty within three minutes!"

The referee's voice fell, and Su Xiaoran came slowly among the crowd.

She is as beautiful as the stars and the moon. She is particularly charming and outstanding. Standing in the crowd, it seems that the whole world is centered on her.

With Su Xiaoran coming, the whole audience burst out with warm cheers.

Soon, Su Xiaoran came to the end of the hall and sat down in a chair.

All the participating disciples in the hall can appreciate Su Xiaoran's beauty.

Su Xiaoran looks forward to life, which makes countless men feel excited about it. Even some beautiful disciples have their eyes shining, and they are palpitating under Su Xiaoran's peerless appearance.

In the whole Moyu Pavilion, Su Xiaoran is undoubtedly the focus of the audience. In terms of beauty and temperament, only Ling Tianjian can compare with Su Xiaoran.

"I announce that the poetry contest is now officially started! The countdown is three minutes!"

When the referee gave the order, the contestants were racking their brains and thinking hard.

To make a poem in three minutes, the theme can only describe Su Xiaoran's beauty, which is undoubtedly very difficult.

If you can't write a poem in three minutes, you'll be eliminated.

Of course, even if you make a poem in three minutes, you can't make up numbers.

Ten judges of Ling Tianjian school were invited to score the poetry, and the master of Ling Tianjian personally checked it and gave the corresponding grade of the poetry.

The poems of the contestants are divided into five levels: garbage, ordinary, excellent, excellent and perfect.

Ten judges and Ling Tianjian will give corresponding ratings.

If the first round of competition is rated as garbage, it will also be eliminated.

Ordinary level, you can advance to the next round for the next competition.

Soon, three minutes passed. There were many participating disciples who wrote corresponding poems on the answer sheet.

About 30% of the disciples were ruthlessly eliminated because they couldn't even write a limerick.

"Well, now that the first round of the test is over, you can take a break and wait for the referee's score!"

The beauty judge ordered people to collect the answers of all the disciples, and then began the tense test paper evaluation.

The ten judges are all powerful in the realm of Zhenwu. They have a strong power of God and soul. They can read the test paper very quickly.

Basically, you can read several test papers in one second, and then give the corresponding score.

Just a few minutes later, all the papers in the first round of assessment were evaluated and completed.

The referee announced the list of promotion and the results of each player.

Among them, there is a poetic genius named Li Hu, who has been highly praised by the referee and reached the level of excellence.

When Li Hu's poems were read out, the whole audience was boiling.

"Your skin is like jade, your body is enchanting, the lover of my dream, how beautiful!"

Li Hu's poetry, like this, won unanimous praise and warm applause.

"Good! Elder martial brother Li Hu is worthy of being a poet!"

"At first glance, this poem seems ordinary, but it contains strong feelings, express your feelings and move your heart!"

"Wonderful, I'm senior brother Li Hu. I'm worthy of being a talent! I admire it, I admire it!"

Lin Chen was stunned by all kinds of praise.

What is it?

Li Hu's poetry is also called poetry?

Lin Chen highly doubts the aesthetic judgment of these so-called talents of Ling Tianjian school!