Myriad Realms: Opening Decisive Battle at Bright Summit

Chapter 350 Contest to write poetry?

Seeing the other party rushing fiercely, Duan Yu suddenly panicked and quickly poked in the air with his fingers.

His "one yang finger" is completely out of order.

The other party laughed, and was about to laugh a few words, but suddenly his body went numb!
A wave of spiritual energy pierced Duan Yu's shoulder blade through the air through Duan Yu's finger!

Suddenly, the pain was abnormal and the blood flowed profusely!
If Duan Yu's technique wasn't too bad, the finger just now would have pierced through his heart!
"Yiyang Finger... so strong!"

The other party covered his wound and waved his hands again and again, "Master Duan, I was the one who was rude just now, so you are the master!"

Duan Yu was taken aback, looked at his fingers and said, "I'm a master? So my Yang finger is so simple, isn't it? My father and uncle also said that it takes at least 20 years of hard work to achieve a little success in the Yi Yang finger." ..."

The other party repeatedly said: "Mr. Duan, I lost!"

Duan Yu hurriedly said, "I haven't started yet."

The other party quickly said: "Don't, don't, I really lost!"

Duan Yu said with regret on his face: "Oh, I haven't enjoyed it yet, are your injuries okay?"

"Don't, don't point your fingers at me!" The other party was almost scared to pee.

Duan Yu quickly put away his fingers.

The Xixia maid smiled and said, "Young Master Duan won this battle, so please, Young Master Duan and your friends, move to the inner hall."

"Thank you,"

Duan Yu happily entered the inner hall with Ling Feng.

The remaining prospective sons-in-law in the front hall continued to compete one-on-one.

"Congratulations, Mr. Duan." Murong Fu saw Duan Yu entering the inner hall, he quickly got up and welcomed him.

The battle in the front hall just now, those who have already been shortlisted, naturally saw it.

The power of Duan Yu's Yiyang finger is really extraordinary, Murong Fu naturally has to take a high look.

Moreover, after all, Duan Yu represents the strength of the Dali Duan Clan. If he can establish a good relationship with Duan Yu, for Murong Fu, there will be a chance to borrow Dali's influence in the future.

Duan Yu smiled lukewarmly, "There is nothing to congratulate, it's all normal operation."

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Looking at Mr. Duan's appearance, his writing is weak and he looks like a scholar. Unexpectedly, Mr. Duan is hiding everything and is very powerful."

"Ahem!" Duan Yu grinned and said, "Normal operation, normal operation."

Murong Fu smiled again: "Young Master Duan, you and I hit it off right away, and we are similar in age, we should get closer in the future, why not find a chance, you and I will become sworn brothers?"

Duan Yu laughed, "No, I already have a big brother."

The muscles on Murong Fu's face twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Ling Feng a few more times.

He couldn't believe that a man as proud and arrogant as Duan Yu could be a little brother to a "servant" wearing burlap clothes and a bamboo hat.

At this time.

Jiumozhi also brought Prince Zongzan, whose face had recovered, to Duan Yu.

Jiumozhi smiled and said, "Mr. Duan, you just said that you don't know martial arts, but once you make a move, you can defeat your opponent with the pure yang finger skill. This kind of strength, this little monk is really amazing." Admiration!"

Prince Zongzan next to him asked in a rough voice: "Young Master Duan! You were the one who did it secretly just now, right?"

Duan Yu frowned, "What's wrong?"

Prince Zongzan said: "Oh, it's nothing, I'm just asking! Your internal strength is very strong! My prince, ahem, I admire you!"

You know, Prince Zongzan weighs 500 catties!The body is as burly as an iron tower!
Being able to make a move in the air and repel Prince Zongzan who was defending with all his strength, without using all his strength, this skill is really top-notch.

Duan Yu grinned and said, "It's nothing, it's all... ahem, normal operation."

Prince Zong Zan sighed, "Awesome."

After a while, the remaining duels in the front hall were also decided, and several prospective consorts entered the inner hall.

The Xixia maid walked in gracefully, and wished everyone a blessing, "Congratulations, you have become the third round of finalists. Our Xixia advocates force, but at the same time we also pay attention to culture. A qualified son-in-law must be a martial artist." , An outstanding person who can write a pen. Now, please, everyone, write a poem for our princess."

shit...

Most of the quasi-consorts present all had big heads.

Compared with eating, compared with kung fu, this is actually easier to say...

than writing poetry?
If I can write poetry, what kind of martial arts will I practice?It's too early to take the champion exam!

Prince Zongzan frowned and said, "Maid, is this a bit difficult?"

The Xixia maid smiled softly, "Prince Zongzan, this is the order of my concubine, if you don't like it, you can choose to quit."

"I..." Prince Zongzan stomped his feet angrily.

The purpose of his trip was to marry Princess Xixia.

This is not only because Xixia is the channel connecting Tubo and the Central Plains, mastering Xixia can master the way to enter the Central Plains, and another reason is-he has received definite news that Princess Xixia is a stunning beauty!

Naturally, he couldn't miss such a good thing.

But writing poetry...

He can't even write a few words!

Jiumozhi smiled faintly, "Your Highness, don't worry, I will let this little monk do it for you."

Prince Zongzan then grinned, "Then, we all depend on the national teacher."

The Western Xia maid smiled and said: "That's right, you prospective son-in-laws, you can also let your friends do it for you. After all, the strength of a friend is also a part of your own strength. The time for writing poems is limited to one hour. Now, please start." .”

Duan Yu rubbed his hands excitedly, "Haha, I'm the best at writing poetry! Brother, I've been writing poetry since I was a child. Writing poetry is a piece of cake for me. Come on, give me the pen... Um?"

Before Duan Yu finished speaking, Ling Feng took a pen to swipe on the paper, and the pen went away.

Duan Yu leaned over to take a look, and was stunned.

"This poem...is so beautiful." Duan Yu tremblingly said: "Brother, you are really a fairy! You don't even have to think about it, you can write such a beautiful poem directly! My little brother, I really admire it to the extreme! "

Ling Feng smiled faintly, "It's just a matter of feeling."

The Western Xia maid said in surprise: "My lord, have you finished writing?"

Ling Feng smiled and said, "Well, the ink is not dry yet, so I'll give it to you."

The Western Xia maid took it over suspiciously, and looked up.

For a moment, she was stunned!

This poem is really beautiful!

The Xixia maid looked at Ling Feng excitedly, "Dare to ask the son's name? I can also report the son's name to my concubine!"

Ling Feng smiled faintly, "There's no rush, we'll talk about it after the princess has seen it."

The Xixia maid said: "Then, that's fine, I'll give this poem to the concubine and the princess right now!"

Saying that, the Western Xia maid ignored the other prospective concubines who were scratching their heads, holding Ling Feng's poems in both hands, and rushed into the back hall in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)