But, even if you are embarrassed, this poem is so good. You have to come over while licking your old face. Moreover, asking for poetry from such a strange dog should... probably not be a shameful thing...

"Wang!"

At this moment, Maomao beside him shouted again, extremely arrogant.

"What's wrong? Friend Su, did our behavior just now make this dog angry?" Master Lu was extremely nervous.

Su Yu slowly shook his head, his face full of strangeness, "It agrees to put the poem here, but it needs to add the signature."

signature?

Everyone was even more shocked when they looked at Maomao.

This dog... has become a sperm.

"Yes, that's the case." Master Lu naturally nodded and agreed.

Maomao then raised her paws again, and the dog's face was full of excitement. This baby will be famous for the past!

The dog's paws swung, and immediately added a line of words behind it—

A cute dog, furry!

Looking at the signature, everyone looked strange, the original works left by a dog, and it was in the Saint Pavilion. This is truly unprecedented and unparalleled.

You may not believe it if you say it, I met the legendary dog ​​god today...

"Master Lu, can I continue to go in with Maomao now?" Su Yu smiled and asked.

"Of course!" The five masters said in unison without thinking, with a loud voice.

Nodding, Su Yu continued walking in with Maomao. This incident was just a small episode.

The fourth area has only one picture and one poem. Here, Su Yu paused for half an hour before continuing to move forward and step into the fifth area.

The fifth area is a huge stone, standing in the center, as if landing here from the sky.

There is only one poem on it—

Zhao Ke is a man with Hu Tassels, Wu Gu is frosty and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, swaying like a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps, and do not leave a thousand miles away. After the matter, I brush my clothes and hide my name.

I was idle after Xinling drinking, took off my sword and slid my knees in front of me. I ate Zhu Hai with my roast and held my cup to persuade Hou Ying.

Three cups of snoring, but five mountains become light. After the eyes are blurred, the ears are hot, and the spirit is simple and bright.

When Zhao Huiqiu was saved, Handan was shocked first. Two heroes from thousands of years were brilliant and powerful in Daliang City.

Even if the dead man is fragrant, he will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write the book together? The Taixuan Sutra of the White-headed Fatty?

This poem is very long. At first glance, it seems to have endless murderous aura coming towards you. The whole person seems to be in a bloody battlefield, shouting and killing sounds shocking the sky, making people feel numb.

Every line of this poem is murderous and extremely domineering. In front of Su Yu, there seemed to be a white-clothed swordsman. Every step he took was full of a sense of monstrous temperament. The long sword was swung, and no one could stop him!

Killing is second. He killed while drinking. As his sword danced, his handwriting was flowing, and he was free and arrogant.

A real man should be like this!

Su Yu was instantly immersed in this poem, his eyes flashing constantly, sometimes becoming soldiers on the battlefield, sometimes becoming a general, with passion and passion constantly stimulating in his heart.

Looking at Su Yu's silent figure, everyone's eyes flashed with complexity.

"Can he really understand the poems on the stone wall?" Chen Xuan said leisurely with reluctance on his face.

"Impossible!" Leng Che's eyes were full of disbelief and said confidently, "That dog is indeed extraordinary, but Su Yu's realm is too low. How can he feel it? Just pretend!"

"That's right! I don't believe he can understand it!" Chu Chen also flickered his eyes and gritted his teeth and spoke.

They dare not believe it even more.

"Everything between heaven and earth has its own strengths, especially monsters with their own unique magical powers. That dog should have special abilities in poetry." Duanmu Lin's face was calm, and she still had a smile on her face. Then she said to Zhao Hao: "However, the restaurant you mentioned in Dawangshan is indeed interesting."

Leng Che and others immediately felt relieved when they heard Duanmu Lin say this. It turned out that people were still relying on their power!

The scene was silent for a moment. Although the man and the dog were outside the crowd, they were still dazzling and once again became the focus of attention.

Duanmu Lin's eyes turned and fell on Ji Ruxue, "Ji Ruxue, I heard that you are also from Dawangshan Restaurant. Are you interested in discussing the artistic conception of this poem?"

"No time." Ji Ruxue frowned and responded coldly.

Duanmu Lin smiled, and saw a strong wind whistling around his body, sweeping down, forcing everyone around him to escape!

Everyone looked at each other, and saw a powerful will of wind surged on him, causing the wind between the surrounding heaven and earth to roar.

"Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain. The wind and rain come out at the same time, and the wind and wind are naturally included!"

Duanmu Lin's spiritual power penetrated his body, carrying a windy mood. A huge tornado swept towards Ji Ruxue's body. In the tornado, the wind blade was everywhere, flashing with coldness, extremely sharp, and the gathering storm seemed to be able to tear everything apart. The air was blown away at this moment, forming a vacuum zone, which was extremely terrifying.

Combining spiritual power with the artistic conception of wind, regardless of whether Ji Ruxue refused or not, he directly launched an attack!

"What a strong sense of artistic conception, I am worthy of being the son of the prime minister. The martial arts are accompanied by artistic conception, and artistic conception can be listed as a rank of magical powers!" Everyone looked at Duanmu Lin with amazement. He just said casually that he had actually kept it privately.

Ji Ruxue's body turned around, and in the violent storm, her clothes were flying, and a sword appeared in her hand.

The artistic conception also blooms, blends into the will of the sword. Then, the sword intent roars, Ji Ruxue waves his sword, and a sword curtain is born around him.

The sword light is like rain, and the stars are dotted.

The tornado came torn apart, colliding with the sword intent, the surrounding heaven and earth changed color, and the sound of explosions in the air continued.

The two of them swayed and crossed!

Ji Ruxue stood in the air, her long hair flew, and the sword's will became stronger. The sword light fell and cut off the sweeping storm bit by bit.

When the storm disappeared, Ji Ruxue's figure stood proudly in the void.

"So amazing, I am worthy of being one of the three heroes in Yuncheng. The sword just now also integrated into the artistic conception of stone walls!" Everyone was amazed and looked forward to it. Both of them had accomplishments in artistic conception, and they didn't know which one was stronger or who was weak.

"Haha, it's interesting, come again!" Duanmu Lin laughed loudly, and there was an extra sword in his hand. His body shook in the void, his wrist recovered, and the storm broke out again, but this time, there were a little more sword light in the storm.

The sword light was like a star, standing in the void, and at this moment, the stars were like rain, falling wildly!

Ji Ruxue held the sword, swung the endless sword light and slashed straight towards the star points!

bite!

With a crisp sound, Ji Ruxue's delicate body shook suddenly, her face was a little pale, and then she continued to descend and fell to the ground.

Looking at Duanmu Lin again, he stood proudly in the void and smiled faintly: "Ji Ruxue, it seems that your understanding is not good. It seems that the people at Dawangshan Restaurant are just like this!"
Chapter completed!