The poem "created" by Ye Ping is indeed a quatrain of the ages, and it is unlikely that there will be any comer in the ancients.

Everyone present was aware of the goods. Ye Ping looked through the collection and found that there were many good poems.

But there is really no one who can surpass this poem. Even looking at the snow writings of all ages, there is no one who can surpass it.

"I really regret betting with you. I lose every time. Brother Yao, you still have the same accuracy in people. Are you so optimistic about Ye Ping this time? As far as I know, he has not lived a good life in the Divine Fire Camp and has been targeted many times. If it weren't for his outstanding strength, it might be possible that Zhao Yao could be beaten to death."

Hong Shaofeng shook his head and looked at Yao Nanchi thoughtfully, as if he knew something.

The latter shrugged and smiled rare, "Don't forget the Western Regions BMW you lost to me."

Most of the people here are talking about it. Anyone with discerning eyes can see that this time, Ye Ping may have won, and the winning is still so thorough. Feng Yue, who was regarded as the number one talent by them in the past, is probably going to lose now and cannot be compared with Ye Ping. At this time, their feelings towards Ye Ping have also changed, and he seems much more handsome invisibly.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible... Ye Ping, this poem is definitely not something you can write!"

Feng Yue was already a little hysterical. He gritted his teeth and said, "It must be where you saw it. I don't believe this is your work! The artistic conception of this poem is too high. Without an absolute understanding of the world and life, it is impossible to write such a sentence. This is a matter of realm. Without the strength of the Nine-Level Immortal Master, you can't understand such a realm at all!"

As soon as these words were said, some people sneered at them, some people still listened to them.

Especially those who are also practitioners present deeply agree with this and couldn't help but nod.

In fact, there is still a connection between literary literacy and cultivation level, and it is not a completely isolated existence.

It’s like rumored that many literary masters have not practiced, but once they start practicing the exercises, their strength will increase very quickly. Someone once said that if Zhang Taixuan makes up his mind to become a cultivator, he will definitely be at least a seventh-grade master. Unfortunately, sometimes even though his realm has reached, his body, qi and blood must keep up.

This is also why Chen Anzhi's strength is so strong, and he is the most vivid representative.

Not only is he super strong, but he has done a good job in his knowledge, he has written many deafening articles.

If you said that the poem Ye Ping just wrote was created by Chen Anzhi, no one would have such a question.

So in Feng Yue's opinion, this must not be Ye Ping's work, of course, it also has the element of being angry and agitated.

Hong Shaofeng and Yao Nanchi sneered at this. Although it makes some sense, it is not absolute. Just like Ye Ping's realm has reached, he must improve his physical condition to that level. Moreover, before Ye Ping has such strength, he had written similar poems, which are quite eye-catching. It can be seen that to a certain extent, talent still accounts for a considerable proportion.

"I don't think it's all. There have been many such examples in history. Many literary masters have become cultivators, and only a very small number can become masters. What's more, as far as I know, General Ye has already possessed the strength comparable to a master, but he has not officially entered that state."

Lan Xin frowned and said, "What's more, this is just a poem. Feng Yue, don't care too much."

Feng Yue immediately turned around and looked at Lan Xin with great angriness, just about to rush up and beat him up.

If Su Muyan hadn't been here, he wouldn't have considered whether Lan Xin was a woman or not, and would never pay attention to gentlemanly demeanor.

Su Muyan also felt something was wrong and immediately protected Lan Xin's side, "Feng Yue, what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just think she doesn't understand the relationship between the cultivator's realm. It's okay for her to say good things to Ye Ping, just don't make me feel uncomfortable. Ye Ping, I tell you, you definitely have a problem, this poem has a bigger problem!"

Feng Yue stood up and walked to Ye Ping, and said coldly, "Tell me, where did you plagiarize it?"

Leng Tianming also walked over and glared at Ye Ping, making him look like a terrible person.

The other few people who had a good relationship with Feng Yue also looked at him with suspicion, as if Ye Ping had really copied it.

Ye Ping touched his nose. Logically speaking, Feng Yue was right, because it was indeed not written by himself.

But it is probably too shocking to tell them that this was copied from the ancients of his time.

"I understand what you mean, but I disappoint you. This is indeed my own hands. If you must say that I copied someone else's, then I have no objection. After all, I cannot control your thoughts, and people have different opinions. But there is one thing I just now that I am not very happy, that is, your attitude towards girls is very embarrassing to us men."

Ye Ping nodded lightly and looked at Feng Yue, "Apologize to Lanxin immediately, otherwise I will teach you how to be a human being on your behalf."

What!? Ye Ping actually wanted to ask Feng Yue to apologize, and even asked his parents who wanted to replace him to educate him?

When everyone heard this, they looked at him with extreme sympathy, as if his life had ended.

Although Feng Yue looks like a handsome young man on the surface, he is limited to Su Muyan.

He is arrogant and domineering in daily life. In the entire northwest, almost no one dares to provoke him. He is a real tyrant.

Moreover, his strength is quite good. He is not only the first in the provincial examination, but also a strong man in the sixth grade middle realm. However, he has not been to Lin'an before, so many people don't know that there is also this young master. From a theoretical point of view, Feng Yue can indeed be a genius, but he is slightly inferior to Ye Ping.

"Ye Ping, I really don't know who gave you the courage. I just talked to you, not because I'm easy to talk to. I dare to speak nonsense like this. I think you don't want to live anymore. Since that's the case, I have to shut you up in my way. Remember, in front of me, you are not a general, just a mess, a mess from Lin'an."

Feng Yue is now really disregarding any demeanor and exposes his nature.

Even in front of Su Muyan, he didn't want to continue pretending, just wanted Ye Ping to shut up completely.
Chapter completed!