"The painting is good, but it is too superficial. Don't you think it is vulgar to draw a beauty?" Old Cheng said with some contempt.
"Vulgar? A tiger and a man. Do you think the man is vulgar? "Zhou Yang asked doubtfully.
"You have a glib tongue. Let me ask you, did you draw a beauty because you covet her?" Old Cheng asked coldly.
"I just admire it. Old Cheng said that my painting is too superficial. Isn't it too arbitrary?" Zhou Yang laughed.
"Huh?"
Old Cheng frowned and looked again. He was stunned for a long time. He was actually fascinated by the painting.
"This old man is also a pervert. He actually stared at Miss Wen's skirt …"
"Yes, look at me. I am looking at the eyes in the painting. Look at the eyes … Why are the eyes moving …"
"Yes, they are moving …"
The audience was in an uproar. The next moment, Wen Xiyu suddenly flew out of the painting and floated to the top of Wen Xiyu's head before gradually disappearing.
Old Cheng shook his head and said apologetically, "Painting realm, so it's the painting realm. I didn't expect you to reach such a realm. I was wrong."
"What painting realm? I think it is just a fantasy. How can you remember me, the king?" Young Master Painter was not convinced.
"Hmph, your painting is still in the painting itself. Zhou Yang's painting has reached the level of harmony between heaven and earth. Forget it. You won't understand even if I explain it to you. Zhou Yang still wins this round."
Following Old Cheng's shout, Young Master Painter could only bow his head and leave unwillingly.
"Okay, next …" Old Cheng shouted.
"I, Young Master Shi!"
The man who claimed to be Young Master Shi opened his folding fan after going on stage.
"Today's gathering of thousands of people is really a grand event. In this situation, there should be a magnificent poem. Zhou Yang, do you dare to accept it?" Young Master Shi said angrily. "Come on." Zhou Yang smiled.
"Hmph, you listen carefully."
After that, Young Master Shi waved his folding fan. "Wind, fire, thunder, and lightning move in all directions. Knives, spears, swords, halberds …"
As soon as Young Master Shi's voice fell, the sound of knives and swords suddenly resounded in the surroundings, followed by the rolling thunder in the sky and the sound of the wind. A powerful aura pressed towards Zhou Yang.
"What a powerful force. Is this the poetic realm?"
"No, the state of poetry can cause a phenomenon in the world. This should just be poetry."
"This poem came from the War of the Three Kingdoms three hundred years ago. It was written by the king himself. No wonder it has such power."
Feeling the boundless energy all around them, everyone sighed endlessly. A single line of poetry, without any Zhen Yuan overflowing, actually had such power.
After a while, the surrounding power finally disappeared. Young Master Shi folded his fan in satisfaction. "I heard that you can use the poetic realm last time, but you're just a great Confucian scholar. From this, I can tell that you're only able to activate the poetic realm because of the circumstances. It's impossible for you to achieve this under normal circumstances."
"You're right. I usually can't do it, but who knows if I'll be able to do it today?"
Zhou Yang looked around, and then looked up at the sky. Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people, he single-handedly fought against the geniuses of the Confucian, Martial, and Alchemy Clans.
Who else in the Imperial City could be as majestic as him?
Thinking of this, he could not help but recall a poem in the cultural collection.
"Pull the moon as a bow, and the stars as an arrow, piercing through the nine heavens …"
As soon as the poem was spoken, the world changed. The blue sky and the sun turned into a dazzling starry sky. The next moment, a beam of starlight shot out from Zhou Yang's body.
Buzz …
The stars in the sky gathered, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the starry sky. Then, the blue sky and the sun appeared again.
Piercing through the nine heavens!
A huge pressure descended from the sky, suppressing everyone so much that they could not lift their heads. Young Master Shi half-knelt on the ground, blood flowing from his mouth.
The poetic realm, a true poetic realm, one that could change the scenery of the world.
"Incredible, incredible. A line of poetry can actually create such a scene. It's really spectacular."
"No wonder the Confucian Dao was so powerful in the Zhou Dynasty. It seems that it was not without reason."
"This Zhou Yang is really terrifying. Not only is he strong in martial arts, but he's also so terrifying in the Confucian Dao."
"It seems that Miss Wen has sharp eyes. Zhou Yang is worthy of her."
For a moment, there was endless praise from below. Young Master Shi was helped down by Young Master Painting and Young Master Zither.
"The third game is still Zhou Yang's victory. Now, there's only one left …" Elder Cheng said as he looked at the person who was setting up the chessboard below.
"I'm already done. Zhou Yang, my chess game incorporates the five elements and six directions. Not to mention you, even your teacher won't be able to break it. You …"
"Stop talking."
Zhou Yang smiled disdainfully. Then, he stretched out a finger, and a white light landed on the chessboard. In an instant, the black pieces belonging to Young Master Chess disintegrated, turning into ashes.
"You …"
Young Master Chess took a few steps back. The chess game that he had studied his entire life was actually broken by Zhou Yang in an instant.
This blow was too great.
Boom!
In the next moment, Young Master Chess fainted on the ground.
"Trash!"
Xu Yechen glanced at the four of them. He did not expect that the four Confucian scholars he was so proud of would be so weak, successively losing to Zhou Yang.
They were utterly defeated, utterly defeated.
"Your endurance is too weak. Don't call yourself Young Master Chess in the future." Elder Cheng looked at Young Master Chess in disdain. Then, he said to Zheng Shaofeng, "Now, let's begin the second game!"
"Young Master Xu, don't worry. We will definitely win the next two games."
After speaking, Zheng Shaofeng fixed his gaze on the alchemist.
"Young Master, don't worry. I'm here."
The alchemist in fiery-red robes walked onto the stage.
"This Baron is Yan Gang, an Advanced Alchemist. I am currently ranked fifth on the Young Alchemist Ranking in the Royal Capital." The moment Yan Gang said this, the audience went into an uproar.
Even the fifth alchemist came out.
"What do you want to compete with me in?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.
Yan Gang smiled coldly and took out a green elixir pill. "I have a poison pill here. If you dare to compete with me, consume this poison pill. Then, I will refine a detoxification pill based on the poison in your body. The time limit is half an hour. After half an hour, the poison will take effect, and you will die."
"No way!"
Wen Xiyu was immediately alarmed.
"This is indeed not possible. Even if Zhou Yang knows how to refine the detoxification pill, what can he do without the materials? How can he obtain the materials in half an hour?" Elder Cheng frowned.
"Elder Cheng, don't worry about this. The materials are here."
After speaking, Yan Gang took out a bag of materials and said, "There are twenty kinds of materials in this bag. Seven of them are the materials for the detoxification pill. This can be considered a hint to you. If you still do not dare, then I can only say that you are not qualified to compete with me."
Zhou Yang smiled and said, "I accept your challenge. However, what about you?"
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