Xia Tian guessed that Tian Bo was good at only two songs: "No problem!"

Yang Wanguan also said quickly: "No problem, if Master Xia loses, the two million taels of silver will be paid by my Yang Family Island!"

In the audience, Yang Ling'er looked at Tian Bo with sympathy!

Compared with the saint who composed the poem, this fool has a lot of money!

However, Tian Bo doesn’t think so!

He stared at Xia Tian jealously and said: "It's not two million taels, but six million taels!"

"Because, Master Wu and Master Lei are also pressing my side. Do you dare to bet?"

Xia Tian nodded solemnly: "Dare!"

Yang Wanguan pretended to hesitate: "Dare!"

"If Master Xia loses, my Yang family will pay six million taels of silver!"

In the audience, Yang Ling'er looked at Tian Bo's stupid look and felt that he was not worthy of sympathy at all!

If you do it yourself, you will not live!

At this time.

Tian Bocai said with a proud look on his face: "For the first sentence, I, the master of the island, come up with the topic. You write it first, and the time is half a stick of incense!"

"good!"

"Questions please!"

Tian Bo pointed at the sea and said, "Let's take the sea as our theme!"

"Xia Xiaobailian, you come first!"

Then, Tian Bo pointed at the middle-aged men wearing Confucian shirts: "They are the Confucian scholars I captured to judge the quality of poetry. Do you, a pretty boy, have any objections?"

Xia Tian took a deep look at several Confucian scholars, as if he had discovered something special: "No objection!"

Tian Bo then said: "Light the incense, let's get started!"
Chapter completed!