The Lord of the Underworld

After writing the eight characters, Luo Zhifeng stopped writing and did not move.

The tip of his pen seemed to be stuck on a certain point in the space, and even when he looked at it with an expression, it was scattered like a cloud.

In the eyes of those who hate him, Luo Zhifeng is just pretending to be garlic and pretending to be a ghost. Someone whispered: "Bah! He's not taking time, right? If you can't write it, just pretend that you are thinking hard? You won't wait for a while after the game time and say that you feel too forgetful and ignore the time, right? !"

From a layman's point of view, how can a person as an author not understand the characters he writes?

Yu Shi, who hasn't used his pen for so long, is in sharp contrast with the high-speed writing of Fei Hongwen-it really is plagiarism!

When they think of this level, they can hardly conceal their contemptuous look.

"Get out!"

"It's too late to admit defeat now..."

Fei Hongwen's fans who entered the venue after several levels of audit did not dare to speak loudly to disturb the order of the venue, but all of them lowered their hair and gave out a curse that could not be more vicious and mocking.

They murmured, the fierce light in their lowered heads was even worse, and their pupils exuded a terrifying light like wild animals. Gradually, the unanimous swearing sounds of the fans merged into a uniformly paced spell, giving the race a sense of inorganic, depressive madness for no reason.

A judge sitting on the stage suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing. He not only rubbed his hands, but was almost astonished by the inorganic voice of Fei Hongwen's fans.

The judges trembled: "These fans of Fei Hongwen...the real murderer."

He even felt that he was facing a pack of evil wolves that had lost their minds. They were dripping with hungry saliva, and they could rush to tear his old body to pieces at any time.

The judges felt that the hair was terrifying, and he felt strange when he looked at Fei Hongwen who was writing with a pen.

The fans who can pass the audit have spent great effort and hard work. They are all faithful fans of Fei Hongwen without exception. In the memory of Yu Shi's last life, these fans later became Fei Hongwen's most loyal fans and believers.

In the previous earth recall competition, these fans did not reveal the abnormality at this time.

——That's because Fei Hongwen has never failed, never went ahead, and is invincible. The joy of fans is normal.

In the last life, there was no time to provoke the resentment of the fans, and it became an unusual opportunity for them to show their being bewitched!

Luo Zhifeng still did not write.

The whole process of this competition was broadcast to the people of the whole country in real time, so more and more people felt that Luo Zhifeng was a guilty conscience and he didn't know how to write.

The situation was fundamentally upside-down, which made the viewers in the live broadcast room also seemed to have their hearts tightened, revealing a little anxious state.

[Can the anchor work? ]

[Damn, it makes me anxious and angry! ]

As the first few viewers who discovered this live broadcast room, Jiang Jingzhao also bit his lips tightly and poked the phone to the side with his finger.

When people in the live broadcast room began to question Luo Zhifeng, and even started throwing stones and rice buckets with "gifts" with disgusting meaning, Jiang Jingzhao convinced himself to wait.

Wait a while, wait a while--

Maybe the anchor is holding a big move?

Jiang Jingzhao took a deep breath, closed his eyes and temporarily stopped watching the live broadcast room. In fact, his heart has long been shaken by the audience in the live broadcast room. Fei Hongwen is the protagonist and man with gold fingers. What does the anchor use to fight him?

He is not even the original owner!

Taking into account the relationship of time, the organizers of the Earth Recall require the contestants to submit the contest materials that are highlights from their own articles.

Before Luo Zhifeng started writing, Fei Hongwen had finished writing the first fragment of the novel.

——The protagonist Mingning is from Qingli Mountain.

It is a fairyland beyond the reach of mortals. Clouds and mists have always been lingering, and the immortal spirit is faint. The cultivators and the immortals in the mortal population set up sects here and travel by cranes.

Fei Hongwen took away his pen triumphantly, and looked at this page of paper, a green hill appeared out of thin air. He had just finished writing this page, and he had aroused his illusion, which made the illusion a sign of reality!

The green mountains and green waters looked lonely and beautiful, and the beautiful scenery made the people present and watching the TV channels couldn't help holding their breath. Beautiful, so beautiful! It is so beautiful and artistic. Compared with the yellow sand that has nothing, people want to see this Qingli Mountain covering the desert immediately.

One of the judges clapped his hands: "There is everyone's demeanor!!"

He studied ancient paintings, and immediately felt that the phantom of Qingli Mountain created by Fei Hongwen was charming and full of character.

Fei Hongwen, who was approved by the judges, raised his head triumphantly and replied repeatedly in his heart. Isn’t that everyone’s demeanor? The material for this thing-it was originally a landscape painting by an ancient master!

He looked at Luo Zhifeng, who hadn't even moved the pen, and couldn't help but sneered and mocked: "You still don't move the pen? But...whether you move or not, the outcome is already decided."

With a faint smile on his face, Fei Hongwen said modestly: "After the game, if you have anything else you don't understand, you can ask me for advice."

Ha ha... ask? By that time, you are afraid that you can't survive or die. Fei Hongwen's humble tone was mixed with unknown malice.

His fans clapped and applauded, saying, "My family is too big, and I have to give a shameless plagiarism dog face!"

The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned by Fei Hongwen's shamelessness. Bystanders clearly saw that Fei Hongwen's words were as thick as black mud!

[I am so mad! How does he have the face to say **** for the anchor to ask for advice! He is a plagiarism dog who flaunts the original author...Ahhhh, I am angry. ]

[I want to immediately, immediately, and see Fei Dog violently die! How can there be such shameless people in the world? ! ]

When the audience's reaction in the live broadcast room was huge, an old man with reading glasses stared at the so-called "Qing Li Shan" phantom on the TV screen, and then lowered his head to see the "I'm in The full text of those years in the realm of cultivation.

She frowned and murmured in a low voice: "...No."

"Dad!" the old man's little daughter retorted, "What's wrong? Isn't this the Qingli Mountain in my heart? Teacher Fei is simply amazing!"

"Maybe... I am mistaken..." The old man casually responded to his little daughter, but her frowning brows never relaxed.

No, nothing is right--!

The focal length of Luo Zhifeng's pupils returned. He glanced at Fei Hongwen indifferently, and left Fei Hongwen in the air directly, without the thought of picking up his words. Fei Hongwen's smiling face froze on his face, Luo Zhifeng's ignorant behavior caused a series of malicious condemnations against him, but all this could not affect Luo Zhifeng at all.

The clown, who is grandstanding, can only jump for a while.

Luo Zhifeng held down the paper, and finally dropped the first word under the title.

Fei Hongwen was not good for an attack on the spot, he suppressed his anger and returned to his position, suffocating his breath and sighing, he was about to copy the rest of the content.

Yu Shi said in Luo Zhifeng's mind: "I'm ready."

Luo Zhifeng gently curled the corners of his lips: "I'm also... ready."

Where is Qingli Mountain's lonely appearance as described by Fei Hongwen? From the time they saw that very real green mountain, Luo Zhifeng and Yu Shi had already determined this clumsy imitation at the same time!

Qingli Mountain is a cold, cloud-filled celestial mountain, but it is not like that to make people retreat. It seems that if you get close, you will be hurt by this sharp chill.

The protagonist Mingning is a sixteen-year-old stupid boy who was picked up by the Qinglishan sect person. The Qinglishanren cured his stupid symptom, and accepted this young man who was not very talented in cultivation and stayed in the Qingli Mountain.

Mingning has no memory of the previous sixteen years, but he doesn't know why he is always holding back a fierce force, as if he is carrying some hatred that he does not know.

So from the time he came into contact with the avenue of cultivating immortals, Ming Ning worked desperately to cultivate immortals and become stronger with his anger!

He practiced frantically for a while, until he had practiced to the point where he was almost crazy, only to find that the people in Qing Lishan really had different ideas from him.

They are too Buddha!

They don't seem to have any thoughts of rushing forward, nor are they just practicing day after day like Mingning, as if forgetting everything. They regard cultivating immortals as something that is not urgent at all, like eating and drinking water, and some even live almost the same lives as mortals.

Even Mingning’s master Gu Xi, a man with a cold appearance, did not escape this inexplicable Buddhism atmosphere... He actually carried Mingning’s candied haws secretly to eat! He also instructed Mingning to cook and cook on the grounds of exercise-because he wanted to eat!

Mingning: "???"

Mingning hated iron and steel, he didn't understand why these immortal cultivators in Qingli Mountain abandoned their cultivation, don't they want to become stronger?

So Mingning, who had been practising madly, had another concern in his heart.

He must urge the people of the Qinglishan faction to be diligent and motivated! The result is... naturally it's a joke, they have cultivated well under his nose, and they are back... the road is one foot high and the devil is one foot high.

What can Mingning do?

Mingning: "..."

The immortal cultivators have become weakened by the flushing of spiritual energy since they set foot on the path of cultivating immortals. When they face Mingning, they have a unique immortal energy on their bodies, as if nothing is in their eyes.

But we can get along for a long time... Mingning found that this cold Qingli Mountain had been infected by their "cold-hearted" Qingli cultivators, which made his heart be silent and silent. Warm up for a while.

——Although Qingli Mountain is cold and cold, from Mingning's perspective... it is a lonely cold and slightly hot green mountain.

But in this article of my years in the cultivation world, all these details were written by Yu Shi in a small foreshadowing way. He never wrote the cold and hot inside of these immortals, but with a little bit of stealing. I hope that those who are willing to find this little egg, little surprise

It is estimated that Fei Hongwen, who has only glanced at this article a few times, may not understand it.

Therefore, no matter how real the Qingshan he created and how superb his skills are, it is not the Qinglishan in this article, it is destined to be just a fake!

Yu Shichang exhaled--

Luo Zhifeng curled his lips slightly, and the corners of his eyes seemed to bring out a trace of the misty atmosphere of Lishan Mountain.

Qinglishan, success!

Luo Zhifeng saw a mist forming in front of his eyes. In the eyes of others, this was probably just an unknown white dumpling. But Luo Zhifeng could see that this was a young phantom with his eyes closed and most of his body unformed, or in other words, a new soul that had not yet been fully born!

His name should be... Mingning!

"It turned out to be so."

Luo Zhifeng stretched out his hand slightly, his expression clear.