Comprehension is against the heavens: the method of condensing the innate divine fetus in the womb

Chapter 53

After Fang Lingxiao finished reading.

Nodding slightly.

Poems of this quality were written by a child who was more than three years old.

It's not easy.

However, if it is said to be exciting, it is not at all.

Winning the championship is out of the question.

looked at Wen Shengbi, who didn't react in the slightest.

The Sect Master of the Sand River Sect sighed.

I know it's definitely going to be no fun.

"The dog is ugly. "

He bowed his hand to the crowd.

Although the power of the Shahe Sect is not large.

The highest cultivation in the sect is only an ancestor in the early stage of the Fu Qi Realm.

But the popularity is not bad.

There is no rival in the tree.

The guests, no one mocked them.

Next, Fang Lingxiao was beaming again and read more than a dozen poems.

This time, the content is a bit mixed.

There are all kinds of outrageous and bizarre things.

Some are not even different from children's songs.

The crowd couldn't laugh or cry.

On the spectator seats, bursts of laughter were heard from time to time.

It made the atmosphere much more relaxed.

And the parents of these young children are very embarrassed.

Liandaomen is unlucky.

When you are ready to go back, you have to clean the portal with a slap and a leather whip.

Some forces that already have grudges will naturally fall into the ground at this time.

Blowing beards and glaring, yin and yang weird, slamming and ridiculing each other.

The scene was very hot.

And those who haven't made their turn yet.

At this time, his face was also a little tight.

I'm afraid that my children will be embarrassed.

As the poems continued to be read out by Fang Lingxiao.

Finally, a wonderful article appeared in front of his eyes.

He glanced at it, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Huh?".

"It was written by Lin Miaomiao of the Jinyang Holy Land. "

"It's unexpected, a girl, to be able to write such poems. "

Fang Lingxiao saw the payment.

Glancing at the Golden Yang Saint King.

"Jinyang Holy Land, Lin Miaomiao. "

The Golden Yang Saint King's expression moved slightly, but he was still calm.

Obviously, he has great confidence in Lin Miaomiao.

Fang Lingxiao nodded secretly, and then read it out.

"Everything is inferior, only martial arts are high. "

"The martial artist, the way of martial arts. "

"The power can open the sky, the magic is thorough, and the twilight of the North Sea is swimming. "

"Martial arts can channel the gods. "

"The husband is chivalrous, and the righteousness of chivalry is also. "

"Seeing the nature clearly, blood spattered five steps, and daring to draw a knife when the road is uneven. "

Chivalry can also be seen. "

As the emperor, Fang Lingxiao was in charge of life and death, and he was in a high position.

When reciting, it is also loud.

Such as the Hong Bell.

Extremely infectious.

When everyone heard this, their faces were amazed.

"I didn't expect this little girl to have such a deep understanding of chivalry and martial arts. "

"Yes, yes, the writing is so smooth and neat. "

"And in the poems, the chivalrous spirit is compelling, and the martial arts can be spiritual, wonderful!".

"This article has the potential to win the championship. "

All the guests were full of praise.

Even the young patriarch of the Yu Clan, the purple creatures of the Beast God Mountain and others.

is also amazed, and can't guarantee that her young son can write better than her.

And as Fang Lingxiao recited, in front of him, the huge Wen Saint Wall.

Finally, the vision appeared for the first time.

I saw that on the emerald green and smooth Wensheng wall, a hazy light began to bloom.

Followed by.

I saw that on the emerald green and transparent jade, many colorful petals appeared.

One after another.

It is composed of two lines of text.

"Martial arts are spiritual, chivalrous and chivalrous!".

Whew!

Quite a few people exclaimed.

"It's amazing to be able to leave eight words on the Wensheng Wall!".

"There is even a vision of a wonderful pen!"

"The quality of this issue of the Four Arts Conference is too high. "

"The first vision is so amazing, if it is placed in the previous Four Arts Conferences. "

"You can just win the championship. "

The crowd exclaimed.

An article, only the most subtle sentence, will be reflected by the text of the holy wall.

And Lin Miaomiao has eight words at once, which appear in it.

It's already amazing.

And there are visions to accompany it, which is really powerful.

Looking at the entire history of the Four Arts Conference, it is extremely rare.

For a while, many people looked at the eyes of the Jinyang Holy King, and they were a little envious and jealous.

"This little girl has such an understanding of martial arts, and she will become a giant in the future. "

"The Holy King of Jinyang is developed, and after today, I am afraid that I will go to mention the doll and kiss, and I will have to break through the threshold. "

Someone sighed.

Sure enough, there are already many lords of power who have given birth to sons around, and they have already begun to look at Lin Miaomiao below with a smile.

Even the King of Ruyang looked at her with burning eyes.

"My son Fang Yuan, his qualifications and talents are not weaker than Lin Miaomiao. "

"If you can catch up with your in-laws, with the support of Jinyang Holy Land..."

"Even if you become a great success in the future, it is not impossible to enter the Jinyang Holy Land. "

His eyes were deep, and thoughts popped up in his heart again.

He wasn't worried that Fang Han would steal the limelight again.

He had been paying attention to Fang Han.

Knowing that he handed in a blank slate.

The worry in my heart is also a little less.

"Presumably that little baby is illiterate. "

"The king thought you were an all-rounder. "

"That's it. "