Violent Martial Soul System

"Oh, it's gone again. Dust ↑ Fate ↓ Literature ↙ Literature? Net"

"However, my state of mind has improved a lot. After a while, I will be able to reach thirty pages."

"Quickly, I haven't finished my twenty-five pages yet."

A group of scholars shook their heads there, looking very helpless.

The most helpless one was none other than Zhao Feng.

Among these scholars from the outer court, there are probably some who kill ten times more than him, but his murderous aura ranks second, which makes him very puzzled.

"Forget it, anyway, I'm just here to investigate. When the time is right, I'll pass the assessment and enter the inner court, and then use the soul-seeing eyes to secretly learn some divine arts..."

Zhao Feng thought to himself.

In Beiyou Academy, there are many methods to suppress demonic skills. For example, the three scholars who escorted the team before took out a treasure map of mountains and rivers drawn by a master, and suppressed the master of the eighth level of Dao Soul Realm.

Because he may encounter many enemies who practice magic arts in the future, then these divine arts of Beiyou Academy will come in handy.

However, at this moment.

"Everyone come and have a look. The nobleman in the lake suggested that everyone write a poem. If they are selected as the top three, they will get at least 300,000 Heart Demon Pills."

Suddenly someone shouted.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the surrounding scholars lit up, and they turned their heads to look, and found that the speaker was an old scholar from the inner courtyard.

This old scholar is at the eighth level of Dao Soul Realm and is very powerful.

After he finished speaking, many people gathered together, thousands of them.

But there are only a few dozens, not even a hundred, who actually started to write poems.

Kill, I will!

What the hell is poetry?

Among these people, some people can't even read the words clearly, how can they compose poems?

"In addition, the inner court scholars are not allowed to join." The old scholar reminded.

Inner Court Scholars,

They are all former students of Beiyou College. These people are well-educated and full of knowledge, and they can compose poems and lyrics casually. If they participate, other people don't have to play.

At this time, after Zhao Feng heard this, he also became interested.

"Can I get at least 300,000 Heart Demon Pills? This is a good opportunity!"

Zhao Feng's eyes lit up.

He can't write poetry!

But, have you never eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run?

Even if he is a scumbag, it is impossible for him to forget a poem.

At that moment, he took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote on it. Of course, he didn't forget to write his name.

"Brother, this is mine!"

Zhao Feng swept over and handed the paper to the old scholar.

"Oh?"

The old scholar was very surprised, he could feel the murderous aura on Zhao Feng, but he didn't expect Zhao Feng to be able to compose such a poem.

"Not bad."

The old scholar nodded slightly.

Among the thousands of scholars in the outer court, there are quite a few sons of families who were born. They also had to learn when they were young, so they can write some poems, but it is probably not very good.

Zhao Feng is very confident in the poems he wrote. Although this is not his work, it is in another world now, so it is okay to steal it.

The poem he took out is the work of the poet Li Bai - Jing Ye Si.

Soon, the old scholar collected all his works, and then headed towards the small island in the middle of the lake.

Everyone was a little curious. With so many works, who can win the top three and win the reward of 300,000 Heart Demon Pills?

After a while, the old scholar came back.

It seems that the results have come out, who are these three lucky guys?

"Okay, the top three have appeared, and they were selected by the nobles in the lake."

Without further ado, the old scholar began to read: "The third place is Kou Yao's An Le Fu."

Then, he just recited the An Le Fu.

"The second place, Li Yiyang's Tianbei Tour."

The old scholar said again: "The third place will get 300,000 Heart Demon Pills, the second place will get 400,000 Heart Demon Pills, and the first place will get 500,000 Heart Demon Pills!"

After listening, everyone boiled.

Five hundred thousand heart demon pills, this is not a small amount, enough to create a master of the seventh level of Dao Soul Realm.

Who will win the first place in the end?

"It's me, it must be me. Li Yiyang's Tianbeiyou has been compared with mine, and the elders of the family say mine is better."

A scholar thought in his heart.

At this moment, the old scholar in front of him spoke slowly: "First place, Zhao Feng's Jingyesi!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes gathered on a white figure in the sky not far away.

They all remembered the people who went up just now, and Zhao Feng's murderous aura was so strong that he couldn't help but be remembered, so they all knew Zhao Feng.

Unexpectedly, this murderous person who ranked first in the audience actually won the first place in poetry, which is simply unbelievable.

"Haha, it really is me, Shixian bless you!"

Zhao Feng couldn't help laughing wildly three times. Of course, he said this in his heart.

"Quiet Night Thoughts!"

"The bright moonlight in front of me looks like frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and look down at my hometown!"

The old scholar recited the poem and sighed: "Good poems, good poems, I'm afraid even I can't compose them, Junior Brother Zhao is amazing."

"Brother won the prize!"

Zhao Feng said with some shame, what he wanted most at this moment was to let the old scholar quickly give him the reward.

Five hundred thousand Heart Demon Pills!

But at this moment.

"Damn it, this poem is amazing. After just listening to it once, my mood has improved."

"Yes, I have also improved, which is really incredible."

"Hurry up, write it down, and read it every night, it can speed up the improvement of your mood."

"Haha, I made a profit, the effect is no lower than that of the song just now."

A group of people boiled again.

The old scholar was also deeply surprised when he heard this, and said in amazement: "This poem actually has such an effect, Junior Brother, I don't know where your hometown is?"

"Oh, my hometown is in Earth... Village, it's far away." Zhao Feng replied casually.

"Global village, if you have a chance in the future, you can go and have a look."

The old scholar nodded with a smile, and immediately his face became serious, saying: "This poem has no effect on me, but it can actually improve their mood and have spirituality. If it is written on special paper, maybe it can Make it into a heaven and earth magic tool for suppressing demons."

"I wipe it, can it still be like this?"

Zhao Feng raised his brows, and was really taken aback.

A line of poems can be used to make a magical tool for suppressing demons, isn't that too powerful?

He suddenly remembered the treasure map of mountains and rivers sacrificed by the three scholars that day, which was also a very special magic weapon of heaven and earth.

But he knew that the person who drew that treasure map of mountains and rivers must not be weak, probably a master of the profound soul realm.

"Junior brother, this is your reward. As for your poem, I want to submit it to the academy. I don't know if it is possible."

The old scholar asked.

"Okay, you can take it. However, I hope that the signature will be Li Bai, Muzi Li, and Baiyun's Bai."

Zhao Feng said.