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This question was: In the time it took for half an incense stick to burn, six pigeons, three white pigeons, and three gray pigeons would be simultaneously released. The white pigeon was Wen Lifei's shooting target and the grey pigeon was Liu Biao's shooting target.

The two of them came to a place where a gong sounded, "Dang!" The match began, the incense began to burn, the pigeons whooshed out, Liu Biao shot two arrows at the gray pigeons in the air, his eyes staring at the flying gray pigeons.

One of the arrows had hit the tail of one of the gray pigeons. He picked up another arrow and shot it at the rest of the gray pigeons in the air. The second arrow hit the pigeon in the neck.

"Good!" "Good archery!"

This made Liu Biao very happy. He took out another arrow and shot it. The moment the pigeon was shot, it had already flown far away. In the end, there was only a small black dot that could no longer be seen with the naked eye.

At this moment, the final strike disappeared along with the pigeon.

Then, Wen Lifei shot three arrows at the same time, pulling the bow open, three arrows all hitting the neck of the white pigeon! Furthermore, when Liu Biao's second gray pigeon was shot into the ground, the three white pigeons immediately followed suit.

"Good archery skills, young lady!"

"Alright!"

"Good archery!"

"Too awesome!"

The crowd below the stage was in an uproar, cheering and cheering for a while longer.

In the good seats near the ring, people with status were all seated. They all slightly nodded their heads. This woman was indeed a heroine!

"Good archery!" "She's simply a strange woman!" At this moment, Liu Biao was so impressed that he prostrated himself. He then bowed and left the stage.

"He's too powerful! He's too heroic and unyielding, making us all feel ashamed!" Even the Ma Li gang members who were unconvinced earlier were now convinced.

Everyone cheered for Wen Lifei.

After a period of silence, no one dared to go up onto the stage. However, there were still some busybodies that liked to join in on the fun and test their luck. However, in a true competition, true knowledge was even more important.

At this moment, another young man stepped onto the stage. He was about twenty-three years old, and was dressed extravagantly. It was obvious that he was the son of a wealthy family.

He wore a gorgeous royal hat, a red robe of damask and pollen, and a band of pink silk around his waist. He walked three steps at a time, and held a paper fan as he walked, looking cultured and knowledgeable.

He came up to the stage to draw lots, to guess the puzzle.

"Aiya, that's exactly what I want. I want to know where the world's most talented people are. At the very most, they can be considered the most talented people in Jiangnan!"

This man introduced himself when he came up to the stage. Of course he concealed his real name.

He thought that he was talented, but at least his literary talent was on par with Imperial Consort Li's, but in terms of martial arts, he was not inferior to Imperial Consort Li's. But in terms of shooting, he admitted that he was not Wen Lifei's match.

This person was none other than the youngest son of the Ancient Chinese Prime Minister. Xia Ji Kui, the Xia family is a truly famous family in the Da Xia Empire, and this youngest son is also the favorite son of the old Prime Minister.

"What sound is that? It's clearly right beside you, and everyone around you can hear it, but why can't you hear it?" Zheng Zhong stood there scratching his head, he couldn't come up with an answer no matter how he thought about it.

The referee counted ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five. Zheng Zhongdang's answer was, "Was it a voice made in a dream?"

It was already close to the answer, so Wen Lifei's answer was: "Snore! "Crap!"

"What can make a man into a ghost?" Zheng Zhongdang replied, "Wine!" Because wine can turn people into drunks. "

The referee looked at Wen Lifei's answer again, "Smoke and alcohol, smoke can turn a person into a smoker, and alcohol can turn a person into an alcoholic."

After a few rounds, Zheng Zhong naturally handled it well, but in the end, he still lost to Wen Lifei.

Xia Ji Kui thought to himself: "This is truly a heaven above heaven, there is always someone stronger than me. Turns out I always thought that in my ancient country of China, only I, Xia Ji Kui, was able to earn the title of 'both literary and martial arts'. But today's battle has completely changed my usual arrogant thinking. I want to see how many dragons and phoenixes there are, and how many dragons and phoenixes they can use in ancient China. "

Another person came up to the stage one after another, but they were all easily defeated by Wen Lifei.

"Waa, a girl who is a scholar. She is truly talented in both martial arts and literature. This girl is truly amazing. She is simply a rare talented girl!"

"Amazing!" The crowd below the stage could not help but stick out their thumbs up. The competition had been going on for so long, but no one dared to challenge them again.

and the other clerk felt a sense of loss. For the past three days, Wen Lifei had beaten everyone below the stage without any competition, some of them were pretty good, but because of the fact that they were weaker than Wen Lifei, some of them were almost the same as the Imperial Consort Li. However, in terms of martial arts, they were inferior to Wen Lifei.

Looks like, this person who could really match up to Wen Lifei really did not appear? Perhaps she would have to wait a little longer, the clerk thought.

On the last day, the audience was quiet. Most of the people who were competing left because of the difficulties they faced.

Wen Lifei's family did not have much hope for this national competition anymore, but they still had to endure on the last day. There were still many spectators that could not be left out. When it was two in the afternoon, the clerk was about to instruct the servant to get ready to leave the stage. At this moment, the spectators below the stage were gradually losing their patience. Some of them had already left in small groups.

Right at this moment, a handsome, extraordinary, and refined young man suddenly appeared on the stage. This man was around twenty years old. Wearing a white embroidered blue and white satin robe, black soled white squatting boots, and a golden hair band on his head, he was tall and straight. He did not lose his composure and elegance. He exuded an aura of elegance. He was truly handsome and free.

He cupped his hands in greeting, "My name is Literary God, greetings to you!" He came to challenge Wen Lifei.

There were people jumping up onto the stage. The audience below the stage was immediately filled with people. However, when they saw that this person was not ordinary, they became even more curious. When Literary God finished speaking, the place was once again surrounded until not even a drop of water could trickle through. The spectators swarmed back, fearing they would miss the show.

When the clerk looked at the youngster outside, he felt that this youngster was really not bad. His heart was filled with happiness and worry. From his appearance, he seemed to be a perfect match for Fei'er. However, how good was this person's literary talent?

Wen Lifei also saw the happiness in her eyes, and wondered about her talent?

There were three more circles around the ring, and everyone was commenting: "This guy is so handsome! This is simply transcendent. "

"The appearance of this young lad is truly too compatible with Wen Lifei!"

"I must see his talent and martial arts."

"I just don't know if this young man can win against that Lady Wen. He will give us men a lot of ambition!"

Literary God also walked over and took a leaf from the box. On it were words: Guess.

The question was: One point one horizontal long, one round around the beam, one left and one right, one round sister-in-law sitting in the middle, one long left and one long right, the middle a horse, the heart is at the bottom, the moon is in the side, pull a gold hook hanging clothes! Type one word.

The Literary God thought for a moment, then laughed: "Miss, I have a poem that corresponds to your writing. Please listen: The moon falls at the foot of the western mountains, the stars send a river of chess pieces, their skills are all extraordinary, but they cost their lives!"

Wen Lifei laughed, this man was truly extraordinary, the clerk had announced the passing of the first round's Literary God.

Soon after, Wen Lifei wrote the first half of the first half: Things are neighbors, Two Days is Chang, One Day to practice writing, One Day to practice martial arts, Both literature and martial arts!

When this couplet was released, everyone below the stage boiled over with excitement as they thought about the second couplet.

Literary God thought for a moment, then blurted out: The north and south depends on each other, two months is a friend, one month is a poem, one month is a painting, the poem is a painting!

"Alright!"

"Alright!"

"That's right!" The audience erupted into cheers.

Wen Lifei laughed, and her face blushed red in embarrassment.