Just after the first round of attacks by the Holy Wen Beast, many people in the Guanwen Hall looked toward the light curtain in front of the hall. Through this light curtain, the scenes inside the three Halls of Talents could be seen.

At this time, the first round of attacks by the Holy Wen Beast were only at the peak level of Spirit Bridge and were not very powerful, so no one was worried about whether they would be eliminated or not. Instead, they were observing the speed at which the poems were written.

The first wave of attacks is only a slight disturbance, and the second wave will intensify. After all, the first-level body of the Venerable has suffered a blow from the pinnacle of supernatural power. Even if it cannot hurt the contestants, it will interrupt the train of thought. Starting from the third wave of attacks,

If you still can't compose effective poems, you may be eliminated. Because in the third round, the attack of the holy text beast is at the peak level of the Venerable, enough to kill the defenseless Venerable at the first level.

"Three attacks, a total of one and a half hours. If you can't compose a high-level holy word poem by the Venerable, you will be eliminated."

"I estimate that after the third round, less than ten people will be able to stay in the Zhenwen world."

"After all, everyone in Zhenwen circles has to compose new poems. Even if they are prepared, it is not common for the Reverend's advanced poems to be written."

"Do you think there are any new poems about the Holy Word of God coming out?"

"Poetry of the Holy Word of the True God? This is probably impossible. Poems of the Holy Word of His Holiness are extremely rare. If you want the artistic conception to reach the level of the Holy Word of the True God, you must have an extremely outstanding performance in one aspect, either profound or majestic.

Some of the words are like swords, some are incomparably magnificent, some are strange, some are unique, and they trigger a trace of the laws of heaven and earth and produce strange phenomena."

"Master Fan may have a chance."

"Xu Qingzhi of the Xu family also has hope."

Everyone was talking about it, but they didn't dare to speak so absolutely. Because every year at various banquets in the Thirty-third Heaven, there would always be some works of genius coming out. For example, Xie An, who won the first place at the Yuexingtian Banquet,

It was at that time that he composed the song "Moon Walking in the Sky" and reached the ninth level of the Venerable. A total of twenty-five layers of space surrounded him to protect him from the waves of impact. He persisted until the end before falling. He was then killed.

The great scholar Liu Haoran accepted him as his disciple and observed the mysteries of the Thirty-three Heavens, which made his poems leap to the level of venerables and created a poem of the true divine mantra.

However, from the current point of view, there are many sacred poems that have reached the Lingqiao realm, but to this extent, they can only be said to be barely completed poems, and reaching the threshold of sacred poems is not very advanced.

There are also many people in the magical power realm. When they reach the magical power realm, some visions will appear, because they can trigger a trace of the original rules to attack, and the visions will appear, which is quite extraordinary.

As for the venerable level, there are very few. After all, it is only the first round, and no one will use their strength so early. Therefore, thousands of people in the Zhenwen world participated in this competition, but there are only 40 or 50 venerable level poems.

Poetry appears.

But once it appears, it is a vision of its own, the rules of heaven and earth are condensed, and it is extremely powerful.

While the outside world is discussing which talented person has composed a powerful sacred poem...

In the true text world, Shen Zhui was already only 10,000 meters away from the tall holy text beast.

Shen Zhui held several holy page scrolls under his arms and stared at the holy beast, as if looking for the weakness of this behemoth.

"Hahaha, Champion, are you looking for the weakness of the sacred beast?" At this moment, a harsh laughter reached Shen Zhui's ears.

Shen Zhui turned around and saw Zhang Wengu looking at him with some contempt, while Fan Hongyi, who was standing not far from him, stared straight ahead.

Further away, there are the talented scholar Xu Qingzhi, Wang Shixin and other well-known academic scholars in the capital.

Obviously, everyone wants to get closer to maximize the power of the poetry attack, rather than trying to defend.

Shen Zhui ignored Zhang Wengu and just stared at the holy text beast and continued to watch. Zhang Wengu pretended to be kind and said loudly: "The champion may not know that this holy text beast is not real, but is just to test the sacred poetry. The existence of power. No matter where you attack it, it is the same, there is no weakness at all!"

"However, I don't blame the champion. After all, I just arrived in the capital, so it's normal that I haven't seen him before."

Shen Zhui still ignored the other party, but Zhang Wengu seemed to have the upper hand and continued to shout: "Hey, I'm wrong, the champion has already written four poems, I'm disrespectful."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter from all around.

In just half an hour, it is impossible to write any amazing article, and when the poem is completed, it will be determined according to the level of sacred poetry, which consumes a lot of energy. Even if someone has prepared a good work in advance, there is no guarantee that If you don’t understand the artistic conception of the work, it will be difficult to express it on the sacred page.

Shen Zhui glanced at Zhang Wengu indifferently, but still said nothing.

Xu Qingzhi, who was standing not far from Shen Zhui, glanced at Shen Zhui with some confusion.

From this angle, one could clearly see a trace of fatigue on Shen Zhui's face.

As a celebrity and talented person, Xu Qingzhi knew that in the real literary world, it was impossible to feel tired just by running and moving.

This situation will only occur after the poem is completed, or the poem has failed many times and the mind is too consumed.

"Is he really sure?" Xu Qingzhi murmured to himself.

"Brother Xu, what are you talking about?" Wang Shixin looked at his friend curiously and asked.

"It's nothing, maybe I saw it wrong." Xu Qingzhi shook his head.

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Faced with Zhang Wengu's provocation, the reason why Shen Zhui didn't respond was actually not that he didn't want to talk, but that he no longer had any extra energy to waste words with this person.

He had just written four sacred poems in one breath, but his literary energy had been exhausted and his spirit was extremely exhausted.

It was as if he had just fought a battle with the enemy! This kind of fatigue came from deep in his soul. Even Shen Zhui himself had never thought that it would be so difficult to copy a poem!

"I originally wanted to be shameless and write thousands of poems, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult." Shen Zhui thought to himself, and his muscles under his clothes were trembling unconsciously.

The sacred poems and visions of heaven and earth were all concentrated on those scrolls of holy pages, making Shen Zhui feel like he was carrying a huge mountain on his back.

Although he didn't understand why this happened, Shen Zhui felt vaguely in his heart that the effect of the four songs he had written would not be too bad.

Waiting for his literary energy to slowly recover, Shen Zhui was about to launch his first attack on the holy literary beast, when he heard Xu Qingzhi moving next to him.

"Everyone, since you don't want to move first, I, Xu Qingzhi, will be the one to offer some advice!" Xu Qingzhi took a step out and cupped his hands around him.

I saw him waving the holy page forward under his arm and heading straight towards the holy text beast.

"Wow~" The zigzag holy page unfolded in the air.

Two golden characters appeared in the air - Ye Xue.

"I was surprised that my pillow was cold, but I saw the light from the window again. It was late at night and I knew the snow was heavy, and I often heard the sound of breaking bamboo."

A regular sound was automatically recited for Xu Qingzhi, and the sound spread hundreds of miles.

At the same time, visions of heaven and earth emerged.

The holy page floats to the top of the holy text beast's head, the golden light falls down, and the void becomes words, standing upright without falling down.

The heavy snow covering a hundred feet fell from the head of the sacred beast in a moment, and the surrounding sky seemed to become dark.

The heavy snow piled up on top of each other like a snow mountain stacked on the body of the sacred beast. Everyone heard the sound of teeth grinding. The two huge horns on the top of the sacred beast's head were actually bent under the pressure.

When it went down, it was extremely tight, as if it would collapse at any time.

"What a powerful vision of heaven and earth!" someone exclaimed.

"At least it has the power of the ninth level of the Venerable!"

"What's even more commendable is that the coverage of this song "Snow at Night" is huge. If it were used against an enemy in real life, with Xu Qingzhi's own cultivation, it would probably be enough to cover thousands of miles!"

"The four great talents in the academy, King Nan and Beixu, are indeed extraordinary."

"Given time, this song "Snow at Night" may hopefully reach the level of true god-level power."

Xu Qingzhi stared at the top of the sacred beast's head, especially the beard horns. This sacred poem was something he had prepared for a long time for this Yuehua Banquet. The purpose was to become famous in one fell swoop. He was not only satisfied

The reputation of Yu Jixia Academy as a talented scholar completely surpassed Wang Shixin, who was also one of the four great talents, and even Fan Hongyi, who had been famous for a long time!

However, what made him regretful was that the heavy snow did not collapse the beard horns, but only bent them. Obviously, it failed to completely break through the defense of the holy beast, and it failed to reach the level of the holy divine word poem, or even

Even Venerable Julien has not reached his peak.

On the Guanwen Hall,

"That's right." There was a hint of admiration in Fan Hongyi's eyes. "Junior Brother Xu is novel and unique, with good intentions. It is rare to see a snowy night scene in a poem about snow. However, this poem is vivid and vivid, and it can't be said to be brilliant."

"Unfortunately, the scope is just too big." Xu Qing subconsciously made an excuse, but in the blink of an eye he looked sharply at Fan Hongyi. "Please enlighten me, senior brother!"

Many people in the Guanwen Hall showed a smile. Xu Qingzhi was a talented scholar from Jixia Academy, and Fan Hongyi was also rated as one of the four most talented people in Jixia Academy, but he was the first of the four.

He is more famous than Xu Qingzhi.

Now Xu Qingzhi is obviously challenging Fan Hongyi and wants to determine who is the best.

"This Xu Qingzhi is really talented and arrogant." Seventh Prince Ji Chen smiled. "But what a night snow! It seems that Fan Shaobao is going to be under pressure."

"Seventh brother, what you said is wrong!" Ji Dan, the fourth prince on the side, laughed. "It would be too hasty to talk about superiority and inferiority before Hongyi takes action."

"Then keep watching."

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Just when everyone was paying attention to how Fan Hongyi should respond to Xu Qingzhi's challenge, suddenly——

"Bang~" A dull sound came from the surroundings.

Shen Zhui couldn't bear to carry the four volumes of holy pages that were as heavy as mountains and dropped them at his feet.

As a result, this slight throw caused the ground to shake, startling the people around.

"Huh?" Everyone heard the sound and went away, only to find this strange sound appearing at Shen Zhui's feet.

"What are you..." Zhang Wengu wanted to laugh a few words, but suddenly he thought of something and his eyes widened.

"The word is so heavy that it falls like a mountain avalanche." Xu Qingzhi was also suddenly attracted by the scene at Shen Zhui's feet, and his face was suddenly shocked.

"What?! No way!" Wang Shixin on the side was worried about whether what he wrote could surpass Xu Qingzhi, but he found that this strange scene actually appeared under Shen Zhui's feet.

"This, this seems to be a poem of the true God's words, and it is possible to have such a vision without opening it on the holy page..." Some people couldn't help but swallowed.

"The Champion, what are you holding in your hand is the Holy Word of God?" Everyone couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
To be continued...