This is a sad story.

A generation of genius and a backer, fell down due to excessive blood loss.

Not long after, he got up again, but because of excessive blood loss, he fell into a coma and was carried back.

When Li Xiaoyin opened his eyes for the second time, the situation finally changed - his dearest Junior Brother Yunxiao sat beside him.

Seeing his senior brother wake up, Yunxiao said with a frown:

"Senior brother, I have been waiting by your side for a long time, and you finally woke up."

"Yunxiao, give me a drink..."

Li Xiaoyin's eyes were deeply sunk in, and his words were filled with desire for food and water.

Upon hearing this, Yunxiao carried him behind his back and said urgently:

"Senior brother, don't say much. I know your strength. People in the world call you 'talented and majestic'. Now is the time to need you! Come with me!"

Li Xiaoyin was praised by his junior brother and was instantly confident. A golden light flashed in his eyes and he immediately spoke:

"Okay! Let's go!"

However, in less than five seconds, he became depressed.

There is no way, my stomach is so hungry that I can't even lift my arms. Although my spiritual power is full, I'm powerless and energetic.

When Yunxiao lifted Li Xiaoyin to the arena, Li Xiaoyin's head just came to a plate full of barbecue.

At that moment, it was definitely a scene that you have never seen in this life:

Li Xiaoyin, who was dressed in a torn dress and pale face, forced himself to come forward and swallowed the whole plate of barbecue in front of him, and of course, the plate.

Then, his actions aroused the laughter of everyone present, and from time to time, they were accompanied by occasional low sighs.

Not long after the noisy sound, an old woman's scolding came from the stage:

"This is the first round of selection of the Ten Thousand Sects Conference, so please be quieter!"

The old woman's crutch knocked hard at the wooden board on the ring, and then a violent wave of air spread from all directions with her as the center.

Suddenly, no one around the ring dared to make noise.

Taoist Yunxiao put Li Xiaoyin on the ring and put him down next to Ning Hao.

At this time, three forces stood on the ring:

One side is Kuangshan Sect, two standing, plus one lying ancestor;

One side is Qinglan Sect, and the four women are all wearing green sermon robes and have weird long hair;

One side is Yingtian Sect, and two strong men are pushing a master with a vulgar appearance.

And just north of the arena, there is a gorgeously decorated hall, and the old woman just sat high in the center of the hall.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar figure walked out from behind the screen and slowly walked to the ring.

She is the famous charming monster, Hu Ji.

Hu Ji held a round fan in her hand, and her every move was slightly charming. She said:

"The first round of the Flying Flower Order, Xinghai Sect was the top, Qinglan Sect was the next, Yingtian Sect was the next, and Kushan Sect was the last. According to the rules, Xinghai Sect advanced."

"The second round of the flying flower order is titled: Snow, Moon, Mountain. Qinglan Zong should first choose the topic and write poems."

"Affect the order."

I saw the most charming woman in Qinglan Sect taking a step forward and said softly.

"The topic chosen by my Qinglan Sect is...Moon!

Poetry:

When I was young, I didn’t recognize the moon and called it a white jade plate.

I also suspected that the mirror of the Yaotai is flying in the blue sky.”

Um?

This poem is so familiar...

Damn, isn’t this the poem I recited on the day I entered the Koushan Sect?!

Li Xiaoyin should have been lying on the ring to digest food, but as soon as the poem from the Qinglan Sect woman came out, he sat up with a "rubbing".

What kind of kingly law is this? In such a grand meeting, your Qinglan Sect dares to copy it openly!

He glared and spoke to the woman from Qinglan Sect:

"My fellow Taoist, is this poem written by you yourself?"

The woman from Qinglan Sect covered her face and smiled:

"I guess you are the backer Li Xiaoyin, the ancestor who is backed by you. Fortunately, the little girl is Su Ling'er, the leader of Qinglan Sect. I wonder if she can make friends?"

Li Xiaoyin hummed:

"Don't talk nonsense, is the verse you just read? Is it what you wrote?"

Su Ling'er laughed:

"Haha(?ω?), this poem is extremely wonderful and has extraordinary intentions. Of course, it was not written by Ling'er, but my subordinates heard it from you, the ancestor of the backing~"

Damn?

Su Ling'er, you admit it so directly?

Seeing the Qinglan Sect Master in front of him so cheerful, Li Xiaoyin felt a little surprised.

But in order to make himself less embarrassed, he asked sternly:

"Since you know that this is my poem, why do you still copy it in public at this ten thousand sects conference?!"

Su Ling'er pretended to be aggrieved and replied:

"Because before you came, Yin Xinghai, the leader of Xinghai Sect, copied your poems and won the top spot!

Look, now, she has sat in the back hall and started drinking fine wine with the adults from Donghai County.

So... it's not too much for the little girl to copy your poem~"

I'm damn!

In this world, is piracy so rampant?

Li Xiaoyin suppressed the anger in his heart and answered:

"Well, I have written countless poems in my life, so I will give this poem to you as a gift to you. By the way, can you tell me what poem did Yin Xinghai, the leader of the Xinghai Sect, copy my poem?"

Su Ling'er smiled slightly and whispered:

"Actually, the meaning of this poem is very obscure, and Ling'er is not very familiar with it, and she doesn't know how she learned it from you.

But I remember that when she came to an end, she told me proudly that after her spy saw you recite the poem, the green pine trees around Kuaisan Sect suddenly rose by more than a foot."

Oh, let’s go!

The heavy snow presses against the green pine, and the green pine is straight and straight?

You must know that the pine tree is noble and clean, and wait until the snow melts?

......It's this poem. I seem to have said it once before?

Don't remember (▔,▔)

Li Xiaoyin pretended to be indifferent and spoke as if nothing had happened:

"Oh, I am always called a poet fairy, but in fact I write too many poems, and I don't remember which poem I have written or never written.

However, if you like it, you can come and make an appointment for an article, and I welcome it at any time."

At this moment, the Taoist Yunxiao beside him looked disgusted:

Good guy, the game hasn't started yet, you're flirting with girls now???

Just as Li Xiaoyin and Su Ling'er were greeting, in the hall to the north, the old woman also picked up her pen and drew a red circle on the name of Qinglan Sect.

Then, she raised her head and said coldly:

“You can advance.”

So, the four female monks of Qinglan Sect bowed to the old woman from afar and walked off the ring with joy.

Now, the two remaining teams on the ring are Yingtian Mansion and Koushan Sect.

After a while, the Hu Ji holding a round fan walked onto the ring again. She smiled and said:

"The second round of the flying flower order, Lord Xu Yuan believes that the poems answered by Qinglan Sect are quite exquisite, and there is no need to compare with you, and directly advance."
Chapter completed!