Chapter 1180 My Heart

After the colorful rooster demon proposed such a test, there was a commotion among the warriors present, and everyone looked weird. Situ Reading

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Those who can appear on the second floor are all excellent in terms of martial arts talent, but when it comes to dropping their book bags, they all fail. Suddenly everyone was scratching their heads and looking ugly.

"Yes, I'll let you start by offering some advice..."

After a brief moment of contemplation, Gu Jian came out with fluttering feathers. He put one hand behind his back and spoke leisurely with his clothes flowing.

"The white snow of Canglan captures the sky and the earth,

Even though it’s close, it’s insignificant,

Far away and indistinct.

The Thirteen Continents of Shenwu are missing. "Gu Jian stepped forward, holding a wine glass with his right hand, raised his head and drank, with a very coquettish posture, and the sound like big beads falling on a jade plate sounded again.

"Thousands of men are all magnificent,

Success is in a hurry,

Failure is also hasty,

Drink all your wine and laugh. "

The last word fell with a sonorous and powerful sound, and the snowflakes shook on all sides, causing everyone present and the monster beast in front to be excited.

The people of the Yu tribe naturally burst into cheers, and many female warriors from the Shui tribe and the barbarian tribe also had peach blossoms in their eyes when they heard this, and kept passing one after another with flirtatious glances.

Ye Feng was secretly shocked. Gu Jian pretended to be sophisticated and elegant, but his poems revealed his ambition. Even the thirteen counties were not in his eyes, and they laughed at the wine and fought with the warriors.

This slut has a lot of ambitions, and it's definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

The colorful rooster demon smacked his lips as if he was savoring the flavor. After a moment, he waved a command flag in his wings: "Although it's still a bit lacking in taste, you can still pass the test. Next...who will come?"

There was a commotion in the aquarium. The red-haired woman with a creamy face moved lightly and spoke loudly.

"The endless white snow rises, and the monsters in the wild are at work.

The blood of the clans are all different, so why bother to comment. "

After saying this, her beautiful eyes were somewhat provocative, looking directly at the colorful rooster demon, while the Shui Tribe shouted loudly, with a fighting spirit on her body.

"What does this mean?" Liu Li was confused.

Ye Feng chuckled and said: "This woman from the Water Tribe must have someone behind her, she is so courageous. She is provoking the majesty of the big rooster. The first two sentences are very clear. They are talking about the snow here, and the monsters in the wilderness. Bing, it will be said later that each race has different bloodlines and different ways, so why do you want to bring everyone together to comment? "

"Humph, I won't argue with a woman like you and let you pass. However, you despise me and I can only allow you to bring in ten people at most."

The colorful rooster demon glared, rolled his eyes, and stopped looking at the red-haired woman.

"It's our demon clan's turn!"

boom!

Brahma, who was following closely behind, took a step forward, soared up into the air, and struck out a wild wave with the painted halberd in his hand, smashing the white snow into pieces. The blood spear behind his back then shot into the sky, slashing three mountain tops one after another like streams of light and electricity. go.

"The combination of Shuo Qi and emptiness is unstoppable, and the halberd shatters the three mountains and is proud of its strength.

I jumped up into the clouds, even if I was a demon, I would be crazy. "

The halberd in Brahma's hand with flying wild hair is as black as ink, exuding majestic demonic power, and he is proud of the warriors below.

After a long time, he took back the aura that aroused in his body and looked at the colorful rooster demon proudly.

"You are a little demon, but you are not subtle at all. Sooner or later, you will be killed by someone with a knife. Forget it, we are both demons, and I will reluctantly sell you a favor."

The rooster demon put on a shy expression, and Brahma's eyes turned cold as he looked at it, but having seen the power of the colorful rooster demon, Fentian did not dare to go crazy on the spot.

This Brahma is even more arrogant than the two just now. The implication of his words is that he does not take anyone seriously, but this is indeed in line with his arrogant character.

"Barbarians, it's your turn, don't be a bear!"

The Shui Tribe, who had already selected ten warriors, whistled continuously. They looked at the way Balu and other barbarians scratched their heads and started to cheer.

"Haha, it's really hard for these brainless guys."

The human race also had a sense of ridicule. The barbarians and the human race had always been at war, and they naturally took pleasure in seeing each other make a fool of themselves.

"Don't fucking yell, I won't let you watch the show."

Balu's face turned red with an angry shout. He raised his head and looked around, his eyes rolling around, and then ran to the big hole that had just been made by the rooster demon. He pondered for a long time before speaking intermittently.

"God...a general image, a hole in the earth."

After saying the sentence in several parts, Balu was at the end of his skills. He raised his head and saw the big monster dog that had just come out of the queue. Its body was covered with white snow. He suddenly grinned and showed his yellow teeth, and shouted loudly: "The monster is white on its body. The big dog has swelling.”

"Hahaha, I also made a fucking poem, and I am now a cultural person!"

"Among the barbarians, I am the first!"

The barbarian warriors applauded repeatedly, and Balu jumped up excitedly.

"Let me go...is this...also called poetry? Can you do it? The barbarian dog is really stupid." Shui's eyes turned around and he sneered.

"I don't mind your own business. If you can, come and sing a song." He shouted back.

The colorful rooster demon lazily changed his posture, his eyes flickered several times, and said: "The vulgar words are simply unbearable..."

"That's right, they should be disqualified..." Upon hearing this, the Shui Tribe people suddenly shouted in unison.

"But..." The colorful rooster demon changed his words, "It's pretty good for a barbarian to have this level. Let's pass it for the time being. We can also bring ten people there."

"Hahaha... thank you, thank you!" Balu, immersed in joy, bowed his hands and went to the selection happily.

Ye Feng glanced at the big rooster, and the strange feeling in his heart was a little stronger. Is the so-called poetry so simple?

This goes against the original intention of Feng Ya.

The Colorful Cock Demon showed no interest at all from the beginning to the end. It was more like a routine. It was really weird that even someone like Balu could pass the test.

Is it possible that this is just a personal fantasy that can be overcome in one breath? Isn’t that too childish?

"Brother Ye, look..."

When he turned around, he saw the expectant look in Zhongli's eyes.

Ye Feng looked up at the iron tower men and the others, and met each other's eyes. They all had a bit of embarrassment on their faces. Maybe everyone could come up with a few nonsense poems like Balu's, but in public, But no one wanted to go up and lose face.

After all, whether you do it well or not is a matter of face.

In ancient times, the human race produced more learned scholars than the Shui Tribe, Monster Tribe, Yu Tribe, etc. combined.

"The ink stains are nothing, hurry up, I'm still waiting to get to the next level!"

"Looking at their useless appearance, they are not much better than us barbarians!"

"..."

Humiliating voices were heard loudly one after another, and many foreign warriors looked directly at Ye Feng and the others, with strong provocation in their eyes.

Incited by the gaze, Ye Feng suddenly became proud and spat fiercely at the group of foreigners. He looked up into the distance and spoke, with a cadence and a deliberate use of Yuan Li to suppress everyone's voices.

"There is no need to cut off the red crown on your head, and you will walk into the future covered with snow. I dare not speak softly in my life, and thousands of houses will be opened at once!"

In a place where heavy snow is falling, a red crown comes, and because of the two sentences behind it, "I dare not speak lightly in my life, I will open thousands of doors", which makes it appear majestic and majestic.

Using a poem about roosters to deal with the big colorful rooster in front of you naturally fits the theme and can only be described as wonderful...