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"Hahaha! Good job! I don't want junior brothers to have such talent, senior brothers respect you! The disciples of the Fanfeng Sect were pleasantly surprised when they heard this poem.

Such a good sentence will surely win the treasure map!

"He's a disciple of the Fanfeng Sect?"

"The Fanfeng Sect really deserves to be the first sect in Fengyan County, and if you don't want to be talented, it is also a few levels of the Mad Sand Sect."

The heroes looked at Fang Inch Light and marveled one after another.

Lu Shocking and Sanqian gritted their teeth and said angrily, "Junior sister Shixuan!" Quick, let's have another song and crush him!

However, not wanting to, He Shixuan shook his head: "Withered, old, dim, ancient, thin, one word is more sad than a word." This poetry, Shi Xuan is ashamed of himself.

"What?!"

Lu Shocking and Three Thousand both sighed and clenched their fists!

Only Mo Zixi gave Fang Xinguang a vicious look, and transmitted the sound education: "Hey! What do you mean, looking for something? "

Fang Cunguang is Mo Han's doppelganger, and has an independent soul, but this soul, in the end, is also part of Mo Han's main soul. Although Mo Han could not give his artistic conception, perception, soul power, etc. to the autonomous soul of this avatar, his basic knowledge reserve could be directly attached to him.

Otherwise, when the doppelganger soul is born, I don't understand what kind of people are in the world, how to do things for the master? Mo Han can't start like a newborn by teaching him to speak and read, right?

Therefore, Fang Cunguang's soul inherited all the basic knowledge and common sense from Mo Han, but he didn't want to, and the verses left in Mo Han's mind before crossing were also passed on to him.

At this moment, Fang Caiguang heard Mo Han's voice and was puzzled: "The master just asked me to let go, and I don't have to take care of it." Therefore, I wanted to help the Fanfeng Sect obtain the treasure map and take the opportunity to gain everyone's trust. Could it be said that being as powerful as the master, who regarded the emperor-level as the master of the ants, also wanted this meager opportunity?

Mo Han immediately realized that he was wrong and wronged others, right? And with the cognition of the doppelganger soul, he really can't understand why his master likes to pick up rags?

Don't say that Fang Cunguang doesn't understand, Mo Han himself doesn't know. Maybe he just didn't want to disappoint the senior brothers and sisters present.

"Uh... I have my own considerations, in short, you don't fight with me. Mo Han ordered.

Before he crossed over, he was a school scum, and there were few poems in his head. If you compete with Fang Cunguang, it is estimated that everyone will be speechless in two minutes.

"Yes, master." Fang Cunguang said loyally.

"Good poetry, really good poetry." Zhu Wan's financial intention was still unfinished, and he touched his tears and said, "The broken intestine is in the end of the world... When the real artistic conception is far-reaching, deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It actually made me accidentally empathize and burst into tears. Sorry to make you laugh.

Zhu Wancai took a deep breath and said, "If you have no objections, then this deep cave map is this little brother of the Sanmu clan of the Fanfeng Sect.

Everyone in the audience nodded one after another, all thinking that they had lost unjustly.

However, just as Zhu Wancai was walking towards Fang Cunguang with the treasure map, Mo Zixi stood up.

"Treasurer, wait a minute."

At this moment, everyone only felt that their hearts were beating violently, and their eyes were obsessed. The most beautiful thing on earth, but that's it.

Mo Han smiled and said, "Little woman, there is also a poem." "

Oh?"

Everyone present immediately became excited, such a beautiful person, actually a talented woman?

Zhu Wancai was also fascinated by Mo Zixi's beauty, and returned to God for a long time: "This girl, please!"

"Uh..." Mo

Han was suddenly stunned, and he didn't know which poem to memorize. After all, he didn't know which poem in his mind could win over the "Tianjingsha Qiusi" just now?

"Junior Sister Zixu?" Luo Lan quietly held her hand and said nervously for her.

"Little junior sister..." Lu shocked seeing that Mo Zixi couldn't groan, and covered his face in embarrassment.

"Sister sit down quickly, I know you want to be angry for the second sister, but don't be angry and lose the face of the Mad Sand Sect." He Shixuan also pulled Mo Zixiu's sleeve.

Mo Han looked at the doubtful gazes from everyone, and couldn't help but panic even more. Then he couldn't help but blush, and under nervousness, he casually said the most skilled poem in his heart.

"Spring sleep is not dawning, and birds are heard everywhere. When the wind and rain come at night, how much do you know how many flowers fall? "

A poem is not enough, but see Luo Lanmei's eyes ripple; He Shixuan was so shocked that his jade hand covered his lips and teeth; Lu shocked's eyes widened; Three thousand shed tears of excitement; Liu Wushuang clenched his teeth jealously.

And the heroes here, one by one, like clay sculptures and wood carvings, seem to be immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, unable to extricate themselves.

Although the whole poem is only a few sentences, it makes them seem to see a girl who is lying in bed in the spring, playful and cute, and vivid. Coupled with Mo Zixi's supreme appearance, it seems to make the whole poem come alive.

In short, I don't know if it is poetry? Or is it better for the bard? Or they are all good and just happen to complement each other. In the end, the crowd of heroes broke into thunderous applause.

Luo Lan nodded happily at Mo Zixi.

"Fourth sister! Second sister really didn't expect that you actually have such talent! He Shixuan exclaimed.

"Junior sister, you are really powerful, sleep lazy, you can actually write such an amazing work!" Lu was amazed.

However, Zhu Wancai was in trouble. The poem just now is also deeply rooted in people's hearts and makes people cry. Now the two masterpieces, he doesn't know who should win.

Fortunately, at this time, I heard a gentle female voice coming from the next room upstairs.

"Good, good poetry."

Is it Nie Hong Aya?!

People looked for prestige, but saw a fair woman in red clothes, slowly walked to the bar, the delicate face, as if every move, tugged at people's heartstrings.

"She is Nie Hong Aya? The daughter of the City Lord of Wind Rock City? Mo Han looked at her, secretly praising beauty in his heart.

"I don't like the end of the world, broken intestines, Miss Ben is pampered and pampered, and I can't feel it." Little sister, your poems are very good for my sister's taste, so the winner is you. Nie

Hongyan judged the result somewhat willfully, but no one objected. After all, it was said at the beginning, whoever can move Nie Hongaya with his poem will win.

This sister is a little tsundere.

Mo Han thought, and then smiled at Nie Hongaya: "So, thank my sister for the treasure."

Nie Hongyan also smiled and said, "Little sister doesn't have to thank me." In front of everyone's eyes, let you obtain such a treasure, who knows, whether it is a blessing or a curse? With

that, Nie Hongyan turned around and walked back to Room No. 1 of Tianzi and closed the door again.

However, her words made the heroes present understand. His gaze also became fierce.

"It's a sin." Sanqian said worriedly.

"As long as it is in Wind Rock City, no one dares to fight our idea, and we dare not steal it." Lu Tiantian, "But if we go to the Ten Thousand Winds Cave with this map, I can guarantee that as soon as we leave Wind Rock City, there will be a hundred pairs of eyes staring at us."

He said, and glanced at the volcanic gun next to Fang Xinguang, Huo Jun, with jealousy.

"Especially our nemesis, the Fanfeng Sect, will inevitably follow us, and even, will directly rob us!"