Chapter 2391
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"Cut the crap. Are you going to compete or not? Or should I say, you don't dare! "
Chu Yang was very impulsive, and made the reaction that Zhang Jiuyan and the others had expected. The three of them couldn't help but sneer even more.
"Talented Lady Xiaoxiang, do you see that? Junior Brother Song really needs this beating!"
Zhang Jiuyan and the others thought, 'I'm doing you a favor by harming you. You've gained an advantage, yet you're still pretending to be obedient, especially to Shi Danfeng.' Chu Yang couldn't help but feel angry. Putting aside that he was stupid, he actually dared to bully Shi Danfeng, making her feel uncomfortable, and even mocking her for being blind. This was absolutely intolerable.
"Are you done with your nonsense?"
When Chu Yang saw Shi Danfeng's extremely furious and incomparably conflicted expression, he was even more unable to hold back his anger — how could he let her be bullied to such an extent!
"Humph!" Zhang Jiuyan couldn't help but sneer in the face of Chu Yang's continuous roars. "I'll satisfy you!"
Pop!
As soon as he finished speaking, the void above his head rippled like water with a soft sound, as if a small stone had been thrown into the calm surface of the water. Then, a book appeared, and floated above his head.
Hong, long, long!
In the Saint King Mystery Realm, literary arts had received a great boost. When this book appeared, there was immediately a surging flow of air that swept out in all directions.
This book also seemed even more real: it was filled with an ancient aura, and the two words "Book of Songs" were written in a flamboyant style. It looked like a complete material object, but it was still a little illusory.
That kind of illusory feeling was like the illusory world described in the book, and one couldn't help but think and investigate it.
When Zhang Jiuyan communicated with the "Book of Songs," the "Book of Songs" that appeared wasn't completely like a real book. It was still a little bit off, but it was already very extraordinary and astonishing. No wonder it could be called the Absolute Poem!
"Is this all you've got?"
In the midst of Chu Yang's angry words, his' Book of Songs' also appeared. The difference was that it was silent. It appeared in an instant and was completed in an instant. Moreover, his' Book of Songs' was no different from a real book.
This caused Zhang Jiuyan's group of three to be unable to help but be shocked, and they said to themselves, No wonder this ant dares to be so arrogant. He truly possesses shocking natural talent in the Dao of Poetry!
Shi Danfeng was also incomparably astonished. Chu Yang's "Book of Songs" had appeared too quickly. It was as if he had summoned it and dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
"Junior Brother, you're really capable, but that doesn't mean you'll win!" Zhang Jiuyan was still mocking him.
"Senior, let me remind you!" Chu Yang retorted, "Don't speak too soon. Otherwise, you won't have the face to leave the stage, let alone live!"
"Is that so?"
Rumble!
Zhang Jiuyan's "Book of Songs" seemed to be an ancient book, but when it moved, it was as if the stars were moving. The void rumbled as if it was unable to bear its weight and was about to collapse.
The airflow was turbulent, and the entire world changed color at this moment. The scene was grand and shocking to the extreme, so much so that Shi Danfeng was extremely anxious even before the two sides came into contact. She almost couldn't help but take action to stop all of this.
Chu Yang's "Book of Songs" was just like a piece of paper, floating there. When Zhang Jiuyan's "Book of Songs" rushed over, it suddenly shook violently. Immediately, brush, ink, paper, and inkstone appeared on it. The four treasures of the study were here.
"The Eastern City gradually feels that the scenery is good, wrinkling the ripples to welcome the guest. Outside the smoke of the green poplar, the dawn is cold, the red apricot branches are lively with spring. Growing in life, hating the lack of pleasure, willing to love the daughter with a light smile. Holding wine to persuade the setting sun for the ruler, and leaving the evening glow among the flowers. "
A poem about spring was recited from Zhang Jiuyan's "Book of Songs". Moreover, after this poem, one after another appeared as if there was no end to it.
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